White Hills albums are kind of like Herman Cain interviews: You never know exactly what's going to happen, but you'll be glad you took the time to listen. The San Francisco transplants careen from fried noise and space-prog to jagged metal and art-rock casual, accomplished elan. Conceptually, it might seem as if multi-instrumentalists-cum-vocalists Dave W and Ego Sensation are cleverly hedging their genre bets; in practice, however, their marathon jams celebrate and fuse together the fault lines separating apparently myriad styles.... More >>>