"Pop" is such a meaningless word these days. We throw it around so liberally as to rob it of any context, applying it to everything from Jessica Simpson to Psychedelic Horseshit. But few bands earn the tag like Pomegranates.

"Pop" is such a meaningless word these days. We throw it around so liberally as to rob it of any context, applying it to everything from Jessica Simpson to Psychedelic Horseshit. But few bands earn the tag like Pomegranates.

Everybody, Come Outside, their Lujo Records debut released late last year, presents an instantly likeable band - a bit wimpy, perhaps, but with plenty of charm to compensate. You can practically feel the fizz lifting off the Cincinnati quartet's effervescent tunes.

What's funny is they go out of their way to position their music as art, right down to their goofy MySpace URL. But where many a fool's pursuit of creative depth leads them down paths of pretentiousness, the same quest inspires these guys to concoct some of the most pleasant pop music ever to be disguised as indie rock.

They also may have trumped Silversun Pickups in the "dude who sounds like a lady" department, adding a satisfying rough/smooth dynamic to their oft-traded vocals.

Pomegranates continue a recent glut of Columbus shows with Tuesday's gig at The Treehouse, where they'll be joined by locals Wing & Tusk (see elsewhere in this issue) and touring partners Phantogram.