Here we have Ariel Pink in a sequined blouse on Jimmy Fallon, singing what many believe to be one of the best songs released last year, sounding like David Bowie backed by an adult contemporary New Wave band. So flippant, so sparkly, so… mediocre. Will the Internet beat me up if I admit to not seeing what the big deal is about this song? If I point out that Pink’s whole gender-bending “avant-garde” performance has been done a million times before? If, even still, I wake up every morning and try to get my hair to look like his?