New York's White Hills hark back to late-'80s/early-'90s bands like Loop and Monster Magnet, who harked back to the Stooges and Hawkwind—the influential sources of so much primal, far-out rock heaviness. Which means that White Hills excel at forging throbbing metallic riffs that drill to the earth's core and at launching ethereal sound clouds to distant, stellar realms. This is psychedelic music with diabolical lows and heavenly highs. In space, nobody can hear you headbang—but give it a shot, anyway. (Sunset Tavern, 5433 Ballard Ave NW, 784-4880, 10 pm, $8, 21+)