In the pop sweepstakes of 1988, the only kinds of music that can bust open the posteverything blahs in Reagan's Age of Stupefying Mediocrity are street-smart black hip-hop and corn-fed white glamour metal. That's not purebred heavy metal of the Megadeth variety, but the hit-bound, scuzzy schlock-fest that Motorhead joined recently and Metallica stupidly eschews. I'll take good rap over this overworked pap almost any day, but if you deny that Poison, Bon Jovi, Guns and Roses, or even Def Leppard ever gets your motor running, then you'd better check your plugs and points. Jane's Addiction are one of my favorite newcomers merely because they take more chances in their cheap bohemian poses than any of the aforementioned bands, and what's more, they know they're risking their chances at success by doing so (which makes their music not such a pose after all, get it?). Their Warner Bros. debut, Nothing's Shocking, belied its title by setting most of the corporate consumption structure against them, leaving it up to the nowhere-bound underground to find them. They're playing two shows, which should be pre- and post-Thanksgiving feasts of shrieking guitar hooks and wailing vocals, but if you can only go once, make it Friday. Droning metal punks Live Skull are opening, and though their records are the usual forgettable drudgery, they've got a reputation as an amazing live band. Consider them stuffing for the turkey. Wednesday and next Friday, November 25, 7:30 PM, Cabaret Metro, 3730 N. Clark; 549-0203.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Kevin Westenberg.