SCOUT NIBLETT | Theater Critic's Choice | Chicago Reader

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On her early records, Scout Niblett came on like the Cat Power of the British seaside--same mumbling drawl, though not as beaten down by living--but she managed to carve out her own niche on her last record, Kidnapped by Neptune (Too Pure, 2005). Her sultry mooning was replaced with a nervous energy, as if she were finally possessed of her own ideas and couldn't wait to share them. The title track has the feel of a happy accident, a jam that quickly turned into a song, but Niblett is forceful as she lopes along, strumming a guitar over some crooked drums, knowing she's onto something sharp. She dives headfirst into the weirdness with her latest release, the three-song "Just Do It" seven-inch (Too Pure): on "Dinosaur Egg," she begs an unhatched dinosaur and a robot slave to come to life for a party, -but it's a heartbreaker, not a joke. Niblett opens for St. Vincent. a 10 PM, Empty Bottle, 1035 N. Western, 773-276-3600 or 866-468-3401, $10. --Jessica Hopper

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