Agent Orange is old, and so are you. You listened to them on a boombox, right? A real boombox, about the size of a microwave. A boombox in the parking lot of the bank where you went to skate on real skateboards, boards with trucks no wider than your fist. That boombox was toast long before you left for college, that skateboard obsolete, but not the old-school, So-Cal surf-punk of Agent Orange. No way. 

[Backstage Bar & Grill, 9 p.m., $10, 6409 Sixth Ave., Tacoma, 253. 223.2373]