If "Stay With Me" by Rod Stewart were a person, it'd be crooner Pearly Sweets. With his big, wet alpha-male eyes and constant pouting, Sweets (real name: Abraham Levitan) gives the impression he'll make love to you till the sun comes up, but once that first ray seeps through his miniblinds you'd best get your ass outta there, honey. Half golden boy, half churl, cocky past the point of ridiculousness, decked out in (for instance) white tux and black WHO THE FUCK IS MICK JAGGER? T-shirt, he'll sweep you up in the quivery glamour of his slightly southern-accented belting, then set you down gently on a puff of whispers. Though he's one hell of a pianist--he gives lessons when he's not playing with his band Baby Teeth or Bobby Conn's Glass Gypsies--as a solo act he just sings along to recordings of his melodramatic rock 'n' disco opuses while dancing like some fabulous shriveled grandpa at Studio 54. It's a bizarre aesthetic--kind of Styx, really--and I can't get enough of it. Sweets has yet to put out a record on his own; the debut from Baby Teeth is due in June. This is a CD-release show for local jokey noise rappers Princess, who open. Fri 3/4, 10 PM, Hideout, 1354 W. Wabansia, 773-227-4433, $5 suggested donation.