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“He wears his hair in curls-uhh/He looks just like a girl-uhh/He’s in his own little world.” With these words (and the chunky guitars that back them), the Upper Crust skewers the bisexual chic (and self-drunken swagger) of the age of glam. Although the periwigged and beribboned Crust sings not of Marc Bolan but of “Little Lord Fauntleroy,” the band stretches parody to revelry. Guitarist/vocalist Lord Bendover claims, “The upper classes have done everything better for so long that they can certainly rock ‘n’ roll harder and more steadfastly than the lower classes, due to superior breeding and education.” Not to concede the possibility would be to miss not only the joke, but the point. Knowledge Shabazz and Catfish Jenkins open at the absurdly uncivilized hour of 11 p.m. at 15 Minutes, 1030 15th St. NW. $6. (202) 408-1855. (Glenn Dixon)