Rock/pop

The weirdest thing about lush, fey Detroit indie poppers PAS/CAL is not that they're lush, fey indie poppers from Detroit. What's weird is that you've probably heard them and you don't even know. The infectious, lazy-day ballad "The Bronze Beached Boys (Come On Let's Go)" from the nascent ensemble's 2003 debut EP wound up with heavy national rotation in, of all places, a Saturn commercial. Led by Casimer Pascal and Gene Corduroy (and backed by a coterie of similarly preciously monikered players), PAS/CAL has pretensions to be something like America's answer to Belle and Sebastian, all baroque arrangements, display-case-delicate vocals and melodies that swirl to the stars. They're not fast workers — the band has added only a second EP, Oh Honey, We're Ridiculous and a split 12-inch single (clear-vinyl, no less) with La Laque since. But with a full-length on the way that portends to be, as per the band's Web site, "like the most elegant wedding cake in Martha Stewart Living," they can be forgiven a bit of foot-dragging; fancy things take time.

Sat., Oct. 1, 10 p.m., $7, with The Spinto Band, National Eye and Illumina, at The Manhattan Room, 15 W. Girard Ave., 215-739-5577, www.themanhattanroom.com.