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Chicago Tribune '91
by Greg Cot
The finest of many stirring moments on Superchunk's pin-your-ears-back
debut album occurs in the song "My Noise." Through a maelstrom of guitars,
singer Mac McCaughn lets loose with a defiant assertion that seems to
define not only his existence, but also that of many of his fellow musicians
and listeners: "It's my life and it's my voice . . . it has no choice!"
Or, as another band of pale, skinny rockers once said, "What can a poor
boy do, 'cept to play in a rock 'n' roll band?" Except Mick Jagger was
dripping with irony when he sang that oft-quoted line from "Street Fighting
Man." One gets the opposite impression from McCaughn.
"If you're going to try to write something ironic, more likely it'll
come out clever or silly," he says. "I just didn't ever attempt to write
that way because I don't ever want to sound cute." As for "My Noise,"
McCaughn says it's essentially a paean to bassist Laura Ballance's boom
box, which serves as his car "stereo." "It's not really an anthem. If
anything, it's a tribute to the 'noise' coming out of the box and what
a drag it is not to have one in the car," he says. "It's funny. These
songs never start out as focused things." It's how they finish that makes
Superchunk one addictive band. The Chapel Hill, N.C., quartet writes about
mundane, everyday occurrences - a slackco-worker, a teetering relationship
- and shouts about them from the rooftops. "That's the fun of it," McCaughn
says. "The challenge is to take a small thing and make it into something
worth talking about, even though it probably wasn't to begin with."
The quartet's self-titled debut on the New York-based Matador label
is an unrepentant throwback to the passion, sincerity and flame thrower
guitars of the punk era. It's a style that's timeless - itself a throwback
to the garage rock of the '60s and the Sun Records rawness of the '50s
- yet no longer fashionable. Superchunk couldn't care less about fashion,
because they play it like they feel it. The band will headline Saturday
at Czar Bar, 1814 W. Division St.
Copyright 1991 Chicago Tribune

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