From the Chicago Reader (November 3, 1995)


    "Lost all those years ago in the anthemnic furor of "Slack Motherfucker"
    and the unabashed revival of Husker Du's blaring formalism and pogo
    dancing was the fact that Chapel Hill vets Superchunk are ultimately in
    service to the hook.  Over the course of a half dozen albums their shound
    has grown consistently more expansive.  They've settled into slower
    material and carefully toyed with familiar structures.  They continue to
    do these things on the new _Here's where the Strings Come In_ (Merge).
    But the huge melodies flying out of Mac McCaughan's mouth are what define
    the band.  Sure their sound depends on Jon Wurster's skin pounding, the
    rumbling bottom of Laura Ballance's bass, and and the corrosive lattice of
    guitar raked out by McCaughan and Jim Wilbur, but by now its obvious that
    the din exists primarily to celebrate the melody.  If Superchunk decide
    one day to chase after some free-jazz muse or to go techno it would come
    as quite a shock; they know preciesly what they're doing, and even if the
    music has stopped challenging them, their lyrics have become more
    thoughtful and they haven't stopped finding those hooks.  Seaweed, who
    opened for Superchunk's Chicago debut five years ago, and Guv'ner also
    play.  Saturday, 7 PM, Metro, 3730 N. Clark 549-0203.

    (Written by Peter Margasak).  All rights reserved and all of that legal
    stuff that I'm not sure about.