Confronted with Pere Ubu, rock-encyclopedia-style career narrative proves insufficient–as do the nerves of most mortals. Oh, it may be possible to face David Thomas alone, at least when he’s doing something relatively mundane–say, singing “Drunken Sailor” with all the authentic grotesquerie of a Melville hallucination on the latest Hal Willner theme anthology, Rogue’s Gallery. But with the entire Ubu apparatus behind him, he’s as ominous and paranoia-inspiring as the Red menace circa 1952. The band’s new album–the 15th in its epic, shape-shifting journey–is Why I Hate Women (Smog Veil), allegedly conceived as “the Jim Thompson novel that Jim Thompson never wrote.” Me, I can’t imagine Thompson producing anything like this–maybe if, as a young man, he’d been assaulted in an alley by H.P. Lovecraft and Jack Kerouac on a laudanum bender, then set off to look for romance at a blurred-together sequence of midwestern bus stations. Carried on a burbling tide of bone-dry guitars and drums, a sad yowl like “But the rails have turned to rust and I see you laughing at the sea / E pluribus unum, honey, the dust will set us free” acquires the impact of your tomb slamming shut. A remix album, Why I Remix Women, is available only at shows and via mail order. Mahjongg opens. a 10 PM, Abbey Pub, 3420 W. Grace, 773-478-4408 or 866-468-3401, $15.