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They say the ’90s are back. Yuck sounds like Superchunk. The Pains of Being Pure at Heart sound like The Smashing Pumpkins. Stephen Malkmus sounds like Pavement. And on down. Nashville’s JEFF the Brotherhood once made sludgy, Wipers-style garage pop, but on We Are the Champions the duo channels, of all things, Blue Album–era Weezer. Hence some lightly baked fuzz, “whoa, oh, whoa” vocals, and very adolescent concerns. Opener “Hey Friend” starts with a hip-hop air horn, builds with a steamy power-blues riff, and then makes way for this lyric: “I’ve been thinking about your mom.” But it’s not grating. Like Rivers Cuomo did in 1994, you can still leaven heavy-metal riffage with brainy pop tropes and get away with it. Take or leave the references to Ace Frehley and Kitty Pryde. (Jonathan L. Fischer) 9 p.m. at DC9. $12


Staying in touch with the common man is brutal work. (Points to brain, calls it a uniform.) Barton Fink, 9:20 p.m. at the AFI Silver Theatre. $11


Washington City Paper contributor John Anderson‘s exhibition about the role of guns in society weaves D.C. crime statistics and philosophical arguments about the Second Amendment into drawings, videos, and other works. 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. at the Washington Project for the Arts.


2001: A Space Odyssey at the Crystal Screen in Arlington.