Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti – review

Stereo, Glasgow"Come out of the closet," someone demands of Ariel Pink, between the Magnetic Fields-worthy seedy electro of Symphony of the Nymph and bubblegum pop of Kinski Assassin. It's an attempt to coax the LA weirdo-savant into view from behind a screen, on to which wonky footage of him singing and smoking is being beamed by a female companion with a VHS camcorder – a wilfully eccentric contrivance that, after three songs, is beginning to look worryingly like how he'll deliver his whole ...

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