“America washes ashore like cultural driftwood in countries like this one,” mused Henry Rollins last November, dispatching from Jakarta, Indonesia, straight to the circuits of VanityFair.com. His inspiration? A local woman he encountered wearing a Black Flag T-shirt, who smiled bemusedly as he took photos of her, not knowing/caring that she was in the presence of their lead singer—a fitting, if modest, underscore to the massive global impact the L.A. band had on hardcore post-punk in their 1977–1986 run. No other outfit galvanized socially critical metal and punk as much as those Damaged men, and no other ’80s ex-frontman has emerged as undiluted as Rollins—with his spoken-word albums, with the riff-y Rollins Band, even as an erstwhile MTV VJ, his raging, witty bristle is still thrilling.
Fri., March 12, 9 p.m.; Sat., March 13, 9 p.m., 2010