ARIEL PINK - WESTGERMANY - POSTFUCK pres. HOUSE ARREST w/ Ariels Football Angels May 17, 2006

ARIEL PINK is the only guy who could turn two straight guys like us
(Nico and Severin) into beeing homosexuals.
His music is so way out there (where? - nico) ... it makes you want
to suck his cock "until the doctor comes" (as we say in Germany)
Anyway ... so yeah, we love him, we love him so much that we added
the Barcelona/Arsenal Soccer
game to the bill for tomorrow so you have no excuse NOT to come to
this special event.

17.05. - WESTGERMANY - Skalitzer Str. 133 - XBERG
POSTFUCK pres. HOUSE ARREST w/ Ariels Football Angels

STARTPFIFF: 8:30pm
ARSENAL vs. BARCA (on big screen)

Live:
ARIEL PINK (L.A.)
BELONG (New Orleans)
GOON WOMANS SILVER PILLOW (US)
DJ:
MORE BEAT ANGELS (Postfuck Berlin)
ADD US AT www.myspace.com/postfuck - www.postfuck.com

WHAT THE SERIOUS PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY ABOUT ARIEL:

Q MAGAZINE: The time of the genuine individual is seemingly upon us.
Following the
rise of Rufus Wainwright, Anthony And The Johnsons and Devendra
Barnhart, Ariel Pink arrives to swell the gloriously strange throng of
unique talents. Proof that while equipment can be bought, inspiration
cannot. Happily Ariel Pink has it in spades.

UNCUT: An astonishing regurgitation of received pop, from The Cure to
avant-popper R Stevie Moore, half-digested radio sounds slopping,
lurching and morphing in an enzyme stew; or, as Pink puts it on "Life In
LA", "like a day in my brain".

THE TIMES: The music this Los Angelean makes at home on a battered
four-track
recorder goes way beyond outré pop, into a soundworld of primitive
synthesizers, nagging jingles and, it seems, nightmares yet still
achieves an alchemical mix of melody, imagination and mystery that shows
pop can still surprise and unnerve.

PLAN B: This should have been the music that kids with denim
waistcoats and BB
guns listened to in their bedroom; a young Jodie Foster and Matt Dillon
would make out to this, their Worn Copy turning ever clockwise, yet
remaining somehow timeless.

DROWNED IN SOUND: I'd imagine a lot of people will hate this self
indulgent hippy-shit,
but I quite like it - I like the pungent haze of freak-ness that oozes
out of the speakers when it's playing.

VICE: Sprawling spirit-folk soft pop acid odyssey from kooky minstrel
Ariel
Pink that's like a weird lo-fi pastiche of the favourite bits of his
entire record collection stitched together at random. At first it's
annoying but soon Worn Copy seduces you with its swirly phasing and
rustic freak-out vibes. I wouldn't call him a genius but...