Great Balls of Fire: Knockin’ On Heaven’s Good Vibrations Maybe Baby Ain’t That a Shame : CICCONE YOUTH “The Whitey Album.” Blast First/Enigma 1/2

This is really Zoo York City noisemeisters Sonic Youth working in semi-serious disguise and in love with Madonna, as evidenced by their affectionate send-up/tribute/deconstruction of “Into the Groovey,” an ’86 one-off single that’s easily the most interplanetary, extraordinary, supernatural thang here. (Though Kim Gordon’s dryly knowing delivery of Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” and the 16 tons o’ screwdriver guitar pyrotechnics associated with SY thembeautifulselves that get splattered across both sides of this longplayear come thigh-quiveringly close.) Not that different from Sonic Youth’s last--and most traditionally pop song-oriented--album (“Daydream Nation”). X-cept for this one’s emphasis on the more mechanical aspects of contemporary urban dance music, of course.