Pangea

The LA garage-punk quartet Pangea creates the sort of sloppy and squalling rock tunes that fans of Wavves or Ty Segall would appreciate. How do they stand out among their contemporaries? The froggy-throated lead singer and his crass lyrics are incongruously mashed on top of nimble surf-rock guitar lyrics and harmonizing, doo-wopping backup vocals, resulting in something strangely and delightfully charming, kind of like the way you might find a snotty neighborhood troublemaker to be a little cute. There's a great video on Vimeo of Pangea at the Silverlake comic book store Secret Headquarters playing "Night of the Living Dummy" on their duct-taped, PBR-stickered guitars; the song is from last fall's Living Dummy, which was released on tape and vinyl on California cassette kings Burger Records and includes such masculinely-awkward tracks as "Make Me Feel Weird" and "Too Drunk To Come." With Mean Jeans, Hole In My Head, Snuggle. ERIN K. THOMPSON

Fri., Jan. 20, 10 p.m., 2012

 
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