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She may be all of 19 now, but it still seems wrong that our little Hilary Duff is acting so grown up. Hilary recently released a new album, Dignity, and the name seems ironic when watching the video for her hit dance single, "With Love." With Hilary and some GQ boy alluding to very adult activities in an elevator, the clip promises Duff has grown into a woman both erotic and mysterious. Besides her newly marketed sex appeal, the video also happens to promote her perfume; a clip was even used for the TV commercial. Ms. Duff is great at selling her name, and her ever-slimming body can only help build her bank account. Her music is maturing as well, changing from her innocent "Let the Rain Fall Down" into a more Lohan-like dance pop. On stage, lip-syncing seems to be her game, and she sways around like a drunken freshman at a frat party. But the little girls you're babysitting won't notice anything amiss, so do 'em a favor: Keep your lips sealed. They probably already know about Santa. $36.25-$46.25. 7:30 p.m. 600 1st Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.673.0900. —Amber Schadewald
The Bangles
With ringing guitars, wonderful vocal harmonies, and hook-laden songs, the all-female Bangles were the power-pop queens of the 1980s. The hits came fast and furious: "Walk Like an Egyptian," Prince's "Manic Monday," "Eternal Flame," the Brian Wilson-like "In Your Room," and Kimberly Rew's paean to Beatlemania, "Going Down to Liverpool." Although the band split acrimoniously late in the decade, it reunited a little over a decade later with original members Susannah Hoffs, Debbie and Vicki Peterson, and Michael Steele releasing Doll Revolution in 2003. A just-released DVD, Return to Bangleonia (Shout Factory), recorded shortly after the reunion in 2000 at Hollywood's House of the Blues, captures the quartet at an effervescent peak, running through all its nuggets. Bassist Steele subsequently retired, and her bass/vocal duties are currently being handled by Abby Travis, an L.A. singer-songwriter who will do double duty as the opening act. Her recent album, GlitterMouth, has been described as a mix of glam rock, trip-hop, soul, and cabaret. 18+. $25. 6:00 p.m. 701 First Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775.—Rick Mason
When Kevin Saunderson gave up his dreams of a pro football career to become a DJ, he could hardly have expected fame to come knocking on his door as soon as it did. Trading his helmet for headphones, Saunderson joined his high school friends Juan Atkins and Derrick May in their Deep Space collective, where he helped shape the emerging Detroit techno sound. A stint on May's Street Beat radio show in the mid '80s honed Saunderson's producing skills, and within a short time he had started up his own KMS label and begun cranking out records under a variety of pseudonyms. Moving beyond the confines of techno's underground sound, Saunderson formed the more pop-oriented group Inner City, and (after adding singer Paris Grey) found himself atop the U.K. and U.S. dance charts with dance floor staples "Big Fun" and "Good Life." Saunderson has continued his explorations into techno's outer limits, and brings his Elevator tour to the Foundation. $5; $8 after midnight. 10:00 p.m. 10 S. 5th St., Minneapolis; 612.332.3931. —Scott Watson
Carbon CarouselTo most music fans, the phrase "rap-rock" leaves such a stink in the mouth it is assumed anything associated with it qualifies as repugnant and mindless commercial carrion. With that in mind, let me clarify one thing—Carbon Carousel is a rock band. Yeah, Michael Larsen (known to the world as Eyedea from Rhymesayers) is the voice, but even when his delivery picks up to a machine-gun pace, as on the Nirvana-esque "Always Better Sorry," the man is singing. Born as an improvisational ensemble featuring the deft stickwork of J.T. Bates and the fat-ribbed bass grappling of Casey O'Brien, the group has since added some ultra-violent noise by way of guitarist Jeremy Ylvisaker and evolved into an entity tight as a surgical glove, yet free as an Amazonian spider monkey hopped up on coca leaves. With Abzorbr, the band responsible for the more rap-inclined side of last spring's split EP, and Cepia. 18+. $6. 8:00 p.m. 701 1st Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612.332.1775. —Christopher Matthew Jensen