Also this issue: Acid Reigns British DJ legend Gilles Peterson loves Philly back. -Sean O’Neal Riot Going On The latest Red Hot disc has hip-hop and soul's current whiz kids taking on Kuti classics. -A.D. Amorosi Teddy Pendergrass -A.D. Amorosi Titan of 'Clash Punk, trash, electroclash, it’s still rock ’n’ roll to Tee. -A.D. Amorosi Eternity Dave Vanian's gonna smash it up till there's nothing left. -Helen H. Thompson thesuitespot -Peter Burwasser on Classical Is This Still It? -Sam Adams Beenie Man -Ainé Ardron-Doley

October 10-16, 2002

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The Legendary Pink Dots

Forget that goths love them. Focus instead on the fact that the Brit-Amsterdamian, doom-laden, sampladelic Dots have had more oddly-foreign recruits in their 22 years than the touring company of Mamma Mia. One consistency of LPD -- from 1985's The Lovers (a personal favorite) up through new notorious fare like All The King's Horses (Solielmoon) -- is their savage republican ethos. It's a vicious, vexing but somehow sober mix of eclectic, erotic, electronic sounds, wretched but subtle reed arrangements and scabrous messages. Their most recent electro-operatic-epic, the three-CD Chemical Playschool features old songs made new and nervous and holds nothing dear -- not LPD's avant-classical past, not their wrinkled goth pedigree. Instead, Playschool is a trip-dub-kraut-freak-folk mess of long mood-swinging instrumentals and shouted-down epiphanies powerfully linear in its diversity.

Sat., Oct. 12, 9 p.m., $14, with Oragami Gallactica, The North Star, 27th and Poplar sts., 215-684-0808.

—A.D. Amorosi