L.A.-based Ariel Pink emerged from obscurity to semi-obscurity in 2004, releasing his moody outsider music on Animal Collective’s label five years after he first recorded them at home. With darkly-rendered 1960s jangle-pop that reads as part-parody part-sincerity, Pink’s music has been tough for many to swallow, leaving listeners with almost 50/50 split on whether the man’s a genius or a phony. Although later commercial releases cleaned up some of the almost-gothic grittiness, the mesmerizing uncanniness of his work remains, whisking you away to a darkly dreamy world of botched Beach Boys tunes and lo-fi soap commercial jingles.
Thu., June 6, 8 p.m., 2013
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on June 5, 2013