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WHITE HILLS, KINSKI
(Mississippi Studios, 3939 N Mississippi) The space cadets from New York's White Hills are all about propulsion—they won't shy away from a meandering psychedelic passage or three, either. Over the past few years White Hills have left in their wake a purple haze of CDRs, 7-inches, EPs, and a couple of long-players that are as much druggy fun as staring at a black-light poster while chewing on a bag of mushrooms. (Or so I've heard.) The band's latest, Frying on This Rock (on the otherworldly Thrill Jockey label), captures the band live as the psychedelic squalor gets a bit of a makeover—more controlled chaos, less infinite space jams. White Hills occasionally tread into '60s psych parody with some Velvet-y spoken-word breakdowns. But by then you're already on board. MARK LORE
CARINA ROUND, MYRRH LARSEN
(Star Theater, 13 NW 6th) Forget Puscifer, the whimsical comedy-rock side project of Tool's Maynard James Keenan. The solo career of UK singer Carina Round—best known to stateside audiences as a touring member of that band—is what you should be paying attention to. Round's great new solo album, Tigermending, is dark and daring, with echoes of PJ Harvey and Kate Bush, although Round stands in the shadow of neither. She's in command of her own fierce, lovely, progressive brand of pop with tunes like "Girl and the Ghost" and "The Last Time." NED LANNAMANN