Garbled garagists THE BLACK LIPS are a beautiful disaster spreading bruised pop like a social disease. Like everything about the Brian Jonestown Massacre, everything about the Black Lips music (and the bands venue and label, Die Slaughterhaus) is DIY and art-damaged frayed or faded yet takes on supersaturated supersonics. This is surf rock clawing from a froth of psychedelic phlegm dripping from Spanish moss. On stage, the chaos is fluid and may even spread some fluids. The Black Lips may not technically play rock best, but they will rock you best.