Los-Angeles’ bizarre-pop pundit, Ariel Pink, is at it again. On the latest release from his forthcoming miscellany pop pom, ‘Black Ballerina’, Pink moulds his usual lyrical absurdism around a bumbling, arcade-like loop. But he doesn’t stop there.
Even more so than on ‘Put Your Number In My Phone’, Pink’s ramblings are cryptic and random – “elevators, manufacturers” he barks compulsively throughout the song. And although ‘Black Ballerina’ detours into a short skit involving one Billy, played by an adolescent-sounding Pink, getting thrown out of “the number one strip club in LA” after about two minutes, its chorus reaffirms Pink’s knack for the catchiest left-wing pop around.