Ariel Pink

It was inevitable that, eventually, Ariel Rosenberg's pop aesthetic would evolve; the question was always when. Before Today, the L.A.-based songwriter's years-in-the-making answer, simultaneously represents professionalist progression and freak-scene status quo. Rosenberg and his band, Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti, still rock like a warped mash-up of '70s and '80s AM mores, like a Class of '82 mixtape exhumed from an especially moldy time capsule; the band's default mode remains flailing, unrepentant cheese that's oblivious to contemporary pop standards. Don't get it twisted—Rosenberg's still capable of staging "Butt-House Blondes" as Neanderthal near-porno theater, reveling in the grindhouse disco-prog of "Fright Night," or playing "Hot Body Rub" as hot-buttered mutant funk that makes James Brown seem squeaky clean—but the new tunes are supple, polished, and manicured, sequenced and trimmed to evoke maximum pleasure from an audience primed for bellowed bon mots like "Break me, castrate me, make me gay." With Puro Instinct and Magic Kids. 18+.
Mon., July 19, 8 p.m., 2010

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