Scout Niblett
"Dinosaur Egg"
: Paul Schiek
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Indie rock's most mischievous imp is throwing a party and she wants everything to go just right. "Dinosaur egg, oh dinosaur egg," she pleads, "When will you-oo hatch?/ Cause I got a million people coming on Friday/ And they expect to see a dinosaur, not an egg." The muted strings of an electric guitar lope gently behind her high, chandelier-rattling voice. Barely a breath passes before she's imploring her robot slave to come to life so he can serve drinks to all of those guests. At this point, the whimsy of the lyrics is done in by an unsettling fog of uncertainty. There must be a joke you're not in on, a clue you missed, a reason she's howling these weird, weird things. But there are few crawlspaces or hidden places, just her and her guitar, and instead of speeding up and whisking you off to a better place, they're decelerating in such a way that turns the hair on your nape into stalagmites and makes you want to fold your arms even though it's not cold in here. "Tortured spirit, oh tortured spirit," she bellows. "When will you appear?/ Cause I got a million people coming on Friday/ And I don't wanna have to scare the shit out of them myself." A million is a lot of people, but believe me, li'l Scout is up to it.
That song is on Scout Niblett's new Dinosaur Egg EP, as is a cover of The Cars' "Just What I Needed." She will haunt the North Star on Sunday.
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