It seems like the entire goddamned Boston music scene has been camping out in Chicago of late: last weekend the Lemonheads were in town, and this weekend we have the Blake Babies, who maintain at least a temporary residence in Beantown, Ultra Vivid Scene's Kurt Ralske, who came of age there, and Galaxie 500, one of the town's proudest current exports. The percolating three-piece, led by guitarist and singer Dean Wareham, only does about one thing, but they do it with such eclat--they're so convinced of its desirability, no, its necessity--that you go along with it. The one thing is Velvets-y dream rock, surrealist division. I know, I know, Cher's going to be doing the Velvets soon, but when Wareham gets going, like on most of the band's newest, and best, album, This Is Our Music, the aurally haunting textures--a stark acoustic guitar strum, New Order-y bass mixed up high, a keening guitar solo--and his echoic, piercing voice hit home. Plus the band likes bashing about, as on the climax to "Melt Away." Leadoff lyric: "I wrote a poem on a dog biscuit/ And the dog refused to look at it." Unlikely success: "Listen, the Snow is Falling," an amusingly obscure Yoko Ono cover, neatly interpreted by bassist Naomi Yang and then classily burned up by the entire band in another one of those climaxes. Tonight, Lounge Ax, 2438 N. Lincoln; 525-6620.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Michael Lavine.