In Up & Coming tonight:

White Rabbits, the Subjects

(Crocodile) New York's White Rabbits are a six-piece rock band that combine worn, whiskey-scented singing (which has earned them some not entirely unfair comparisons to the Walkmen) with disorientingly busy percussion that, on their latest album, It's Frightening (produced by Spoon's Britt Daniel), wanders all over the stereo field. White Rabbits have two singers and two drummers, so it makes sense that they impress on those fronts, but that's not all that's going on; there's also looming, low-octave piano tones, rumbling bass, and loose, electrified guitars. Gripping enough in the moment, the songs seem like they should be catchier after the fact, but instead it's like trying to recall details from a blurry but pleasant night out. Their highly charged live show, on the other hand, looks totally memorable. ERIC GRANDY

Deastro

(Vera) Deastro (22-year-old Randolph Chabot) is Ghostly International's entrant in the Animal Collective emulation sweepstakes. It's probably not as calculated as all that, but there's no denying that Deastro's ebullient, slightly quirky pop—it's not so much left field as it is shallow center—resembles bits of Merriweather Post Pavilion. Tastefully bathed in reverb, his voice assumes an angelic cleanliness amid equally pristine textures that recall Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark's subtly glowing productions. A cover of Steve Reich's Different Trains speaks of Deastro's good taste and ability to bolster minimalist composition with thick dollops of electronic sweetness. And "Vermillion Plaza" thrillingly takes urgent Giorgio Moroder dance tropes to the underage concert circuit. Deastro's Moondagger album is PG stuff, but undeniably engaging. DAVE SEGAL