Oh My God
The unfortunate thing about art rock is that it rarely rocks. As good as Gong and Can were, the groups’ natural aversion to rock standards made their music inaccessible to everyone but music nerds. But freaks and geeks alike can take pleasure in Chicago’s Oh My God, a trio that uses only an organ, drum kit and occasional bass guitar to produce a sound bigger than the metaphorical shoulders of its hometown. The sparse instrumentation is the band’s signature, but crooner Billy O’Neill, whose rich voice recalls Simple Minds’ Jim Kerr, gives Oh My God its soul. This band would leave The Breakfast Club with a completely different ending, one that would strike fear in the hearts of ballpark organists and offer hope to melody-deprived art-rock fans everywhere.