American gothic hipster and Pentecostal refugee Jim White was a New York cabbie, filmmaker, and serpent handler before he perfected ''hick-hop,'' an artful blend of old-country weirdness and propulsive beats. His third release adds errant trumpet and soul-sister gospel hollering, as White conjures lost souls drifting through a mythical nation of pawnshops and cheap motels, his voice a sensual whisper over their rattling bones.

