Where the heck have the Silos been? After two scintillating expositions of American songcraft and atmosphere manipulation, chief grain elevators Walter Salas-Humara and Bob Rupe let the band languish for two years. Rupe produced a rocking album for a group called the Children; Salas-Humara recorded the moody, gorgeous solo record Lagartija, did an acoustic tour with his brother, and helped produce the Vulgar Boatmen. None of this is the sort of stuff you’d expect from a group after Rolling Stone names them the best new band of 1987, but that’s life with the Silos. The band’s major-label debut (The Silos) is finally here: it’s the latest vindication of the college indie scene and another example of the extraordinary fecundity of American rock. I lucked out last week and saw the band’s New York showcase at the Bottom Line: Rupe’s scorching guitar nearly stole the show–he’s a blunt Neil Young with an archaic smile. But Salas-Humara retains control, putting the band through its paces, from the spacious lilt of “Commodore Peter” to the sweep of “Here’s to You.” Tremendous. The Vulgar Boatmen I’m crazy about: You and Your Sister, their debut, is a must, not a maybe, own. The Jayhawks are an edgy and laconic country-tinged outfit from Minneapolis–they wowed ’em at the South by Southwest conference in Austin this year. Tonight, 7:30 PM, Cabaret Metro, 3730 N. Clark; 549-0203.

Art accompanying story in printed newspaper (not available in this archive): photo/S. Harris.