I've never forgotten Jim Magas's first Chicago band, Lake of Dracula, but it's been interesting listening to him try to find his voice in the years since--especially because he seems to discover it multiple times on each new record. And the voices he's found on his new May I Meet My Accuser (Imaginary Conflict) are, as Mr. Van Vliet might say, the best batch yet. Inspired by dance music but by no means bound to it, Magas makes the best kind of electronic whackery, turning monomaniacal fixed beats into a surreally horny and viscerally wise urban blues. Deep, rattling, blown-out fuzz and swoopy noodling clash with metallisms and half-digested hardcore, but it doesn't feel like Magas is consciously directing anything--it's more like he's instinctively synthesizing a sound that plays in his head. It's the closest you'll get to having the annoying thumpa-thumpa your neighbor rocks the house with in the middle of the night woven into the much more interesting dream you were having before that shit woke you up. This is a release party for Magas's new record; Glass Candy and the Chromatics open and I Want to Hurt DJs spin throughout the night. Sat 6/17, 10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $10.
Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/Calbee Booth.