So gentle and lackadaisical they're almost negligent, so special they're almost retarded, Black Moth Super Rainbow reminds me of the days when people didn't treat children so much like children--when kids could still poke their eyes out with weird sharp toys and choke on small bits of plastic. The band's fizzy, mesmerizing synth tones shift and waver like a choo-choo whistle in the distance, swirling into never-ending psychedelic lollipop melodies, and the most heavily vocodered singers on the planet drone about sunbeams and butterflies over simple, blown-out hip-hop beats. But instead of being a straightforward bliss trip, Black Moth's latest, Start a People (70s Gymnastics), is full of wormholes: you'll be riding a groove as it dips and recovers like a slowed-down record, and then--poof!--the song's off on some other tangent, or just plain over. The album's got "future Levi's commercial" written all over it, but it also encourages a nostalgic haze that makes you think, "Hey, maybe my childhood wasn't so horrible after all." This Pittsburgh crew (anywhere from three to six members--they say they don't like having their picture taken because band photos are boring) performs at Schizoclub Gallery, a Ukrainian Village venue that had its grand opening just two weeks ago. Paintings of half-human demons or bunny rabbits, halfway normal portraits, art-school doodles, and a "realistic" still life of flowers and a pitcher adorn its walls, and the incredibly bright fluorescent panel lights and gray industrial carpet betray the club's past as an insurance office. A tiny alcove for hookah smoking holds a couple tiny tables and low stools, the only furniture to speak of; when I was there, giant ratty mismatched pillows were strewn all over the floor. Dreamend headlines. $5 suggested donation, all ages. Friday, July 30, 9 PM, Schizoclub Gallery, 2054 W. Chicago; 312-498-3547.