The beauty of surf music is that it was, is and will always be a cult genre. So it doesn't matter a whit that it isn't huge, because you like it. Better still, the young'uns won't sigh disapprovingly because you like a musician they might also like. Dick Dale isn't some chirpy-voiced moppet, or indie band that looks mopey enough to be models for celebrity mug shots. It's Dick Dale. He's the King of Surf Music and a forebear of heavy metal (because of the extravagant volume levels that he used in his live performances). And get this: he's 74. Foxy grandpa? Maybe. We prefer venerated rocker. Because, though we always admired folks like the late, great Link Wray for touring and bashing away until late in life, Dale's shredding requires speed and dexterity. How amazing was Dale? Fender had to make a special amplifier, because Dale kept blowing up all the other stuff. And he played with guitar strings like telephone cables for his bass-heavy sound. His most famous song is "Misirlou." Yes, you'll know it when you hear it. Dale's giant hit even opened the Quentin Tarantino film "Pulp Fiction." Today, Dale is still shredding, and he's your guilty pleasure. And that's fine. Let's go shredding.
8 p.m. Friday, SPACE, 1245 Chicago Ave., Evanston. $30; 866-468-3401, ticketweb.com