Pinback have been creating an intricate sort of bedroom-composed, somber indie pop for over a decade now, and their most recent effort, 2007s Autumn of the Seraphs, showed that they have no plans of dumbing down or, well, cheering up anytime soon. Ever since we first heard the two-part, swirling, utterly unintelligible harmonizing vocals on 2001s Blue Screen Life, weve had a soft spot for this San Diego-based duotry though they might to make music that is dangerously close to the dreaded emo. All right, so maybe we have mixed feelings about Pinback, but it isnt because they lack skill. Their dexterously picked, interwoven guitar and bass parts are hypnotizing in their plinking, looping excellence, and their vocal melodies, austere though they may be, are beautifully executed. Its just that well, every time we hear a Pinback song, were going to be forced to remember that embarrassingly emotional mix CD we made a certain special someone back in 02. But hey, thats not Pinbacks fault.
Wed., Oct. 21, 9 p.m., 2009