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“Sick of yourself, sick of yourself, sick of being someone else/I’m sick of myself, sick of everything I am….” With such customarily cheerful words, angstful songwriter Bob Mould gushes world-weariness on his recent self-titled solo effort. Call him inspired or call him self-absorbed: Either way, Mould delivers the goods with honest (and deafening) sincerity. It appears that last year’s Sugar breakup has spawned some smotheringly bitter material for the new album, on which Mould denounces that holiest of institutions, the music industry. Also appearing tonight are three well-bred lady cellists with a predilection for performing in Victorian corsetry and underpinnings. Rasputina’s Columbia debut, Thanks for the Ether, features whimsical ruminations on a variety of topics, from shirtwaists to the intellectual abilities of Kate Moss, set to the ardent strains of their strings. Sweetness and charm run amok when the genteel New York trio opens the show at 7:30 p.m. at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $20. (202) 393-0930. (Amy Domingues)