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Musically speaking, the women in 7 Year Bitch are more metal manglers than punk purists. Like L7 and Soundgarden, Bitch tears at blues-based riffs like vultures feeding on a carcass—it’s never pretty, always messy, and all the guttural noises are the product of an insatiable hunger. If the fury on Gato Negro, the band’s latest, sometimes seems affected, I chalk it up to unreasonable expectations. 1994’s Viva Zapata bristled with raw energy, as it raged at the deaths of original guitarist Stephanie Sargent and friend (and Gits singer) Mia Zapata, but the record is best understood as a one-time creative purge. That the band’s disdain for the past now comes spiked with hints of humor (check out their cover of Tones On Tail’s “Go” on the flipside of the “Misunderstood” single) might even be cause for sighs of relief. With 16 Deluxe and Blue Tip at 9:45 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $9. (202) 393-0930.CP