Ariel Pink steels himself for the invasion.

Although it’s almost cliché at this point to write about how batshit insane L.A. freak-folk/chillwave/lo-fi icon Ariel Pink seems to be, meet the man in person and you’ll discover that it’s nigh on impossible to ignore the signs.  Perhaps he’s just nervous; perhaps he likes fucking with journalists (who could blame him?); perhaps he really is bonkers. After spending an afternoon with Pink and his band, Haunted Graffiti, I wound up with more questions than answers.

See for yourself at LA Weekly.