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The sentiments expressed in the titles on Bikini Kill’s new 7-inch are so reasonable (“I Like Fucking” and “I Hate Danger”), I was worried the band had mellowed. It hasn’t, but its doctrinal battles are beginning to look confining. The A-side is a rebuke not just to men (hell, every song’s a rebuke to men) but also to joyless feminists like Andrea Dworkin (who insists that all heterosex is rape). Kathleen Hanna testifies for “the radical possibilities of pleasure,” but she only makes good on them once: When she teases, “Why don’t you show me now—how to lose control?,” the taunt explodes into a shriek so fierce it sounds almost supernatural. If such idful explosions ever crowd out her styleless preaching, Hanna’s could indeed become a voice for liberation. Team Dresch is a band of lesbian punks with the wit and guitar roar to match any boy group, but which lacks a belter of Hanna’s caliber. Perhaps a merger’s in the offing when BK and TD play a benefit for Helping Individual Prostitutes Survive. With Baltimore’s Estrojet and ex-Bratmobilers The Cold Cold Hearts at 6 p.m. at George Washington University’s Marvin Center, 800 21st St. NW. $5. (703) 276-9768. CP