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Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks

Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks

Stephen Malkmus & the Jicks, Disappears 

When: Thu., Feb. 20, 9 p.m. 2014
Price: sold out
Stephen Malkmus will never be able to escape the shadow of Pavement, and given that he got on board for the band’s reunion a few years ago, part of the blame falls on him. But he’s still happy to take a dig at nostalgia on his thoroughly enjoyable new album, Wig Out at Jagbags (Matador). “Rumble at the Rainbo,” which may or may not refer to the Ukrainian Village watering hole with a storied place in the annals of Chicago indie rock, seems to take aim at Pavement’s cash-in and the superfans who facilitated it: “We are returning, returning to our roots / No new material, just cowboy boots.” Malkmus makes a few jabs at rock music’s lack of historical perspective in “Lariat,” where he drops references to Mudhoney, Sun City Girls, and Bongwater, then refers archly to “the A-D-Ds” as “the best decade ever.” The Jicks aren’t exactly breaking new ground musically—“Rumble at the Rainbo” begins as a Pavement-style shamble and ends with a ham-fisted reggae groove, and elsewhere they flit among country rock, Al Green-style soul, classic rock, power pop, and even a Grateful Dead quote (on album closer “Surreal Teenagers”). Malkmus’s lyrics have never been the kind to drift along with the status quo, though, and even though they’re so frequently silly that they undercut his occasional seriousness, that doesn’t make the music any less fun and satisfying. —Peter Margasak Disappears opens.

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