Thurston Moore needs no real introduction. Sonic Youth were blowing doors on underground rock for 30 years before they abruptly called it quits a few years ago. Thurston and co. were smashing dissonance and noise against traditional song form long before the current vogue in pop music of using more gnarled sounds, and made memorable and sometimes even catchy music in the process. Thurston solo is something like the bits in between the singing and structures on the Sonic Youth records...the breakdown in "Silver Rocket" (from 1988's Daydream Nation) is a good analog. Even without Lee Ranaldo as a foil he raises an unholy ruckus via strings, pickups, and speakers.

Sonic STREET Chicago is pure electricity shot though the brain of one bent explorer. Beginning with the trademark "behind the bridge" chiming, resonant picking he is known for, it's unmistakably Thurston from the start. Notes turn to chords, solitary picking turns to glissando, and droning feedback ensues, bending in and out of consonance. A drumstick is employed, a series of strummed note clusters evoking the Far East emerge. Smears of raga and other ancient Asian motifs collide with 60's feedback drenched squalor and 90's riffs. The moments in between the firestorms offer much as well. Space employed as brief palette cleansing before a thorough rinsing off via static overload and dive-bombing perversion. It's a hell of a lot of fun to listen to. I imagine sitting in the room as it happened was a thorough mind blow. Buy this if you like guitars...it shan't disappoint.