So gentle and lackadaisical they’re almost negligent, so special they’re almost retarded, Black Moth Super Rainbow reminds me of the days when people didn’t treat children so much like children–when kids could still poke their eyes out with weird sharp toys and choke on small bits of plastic. The band’s fizzy, mesmerizing synth tones shift and waver like a choo-choo whistle in the distance, swirling into never-ending psychedelic lollipop melodies, and the most heavily vocodered singers on the planet drone about sunbeams and butterflies over simple, blown-out hip-hop beats. But instead of being a straightforward bliss trip, Black Moth’s latest, Start a People (70s Gymnastics), is full of wormholes: you’ll be riding a groove as it dips and recovers like a slowed-down record, and then–poof!–the song’s off on some other tangent, or just plain over. The album’s got “future Levi’s commercial” written all over it, but it also encourages a nostalgic haze that makes you think, “Hey, maybe my childhood wasn’t so horrible after all.” This Pittsburgh crew (anywhere from three to six members–they say they don’t like having their picture taken because band photos are boring) performs at Schizoclub Gallery, a Ukrainian Village venue that had its grand opening just two weeks ago. Paintings of half-human demons or bunny rabbits, halfway normal portraits, art-school doodles, and a “realistic” still life of flowers and a pitcher adorn its walls, and the incredibly bright fluorescent panel lights and gray industrial carpet betray the club’s past as an insurance office. A tiny alcove for hookah smoking holds a couple tiny tables and low stools, the only furniture to speak of; when I was there, giant ratty mismatched pillows were strewn all over the floor. Dreamend headlines. $5 suggested donation, all ages. Friday, July 30, 9 PM, Schizoclub Gallery, 2054 W. Chicago; 312-498-3547.