Rock music is currently suffocating from a lack of new and inspiring ideas. Its scrawny, rebellious neck is being strangled by conservative corporate types who are more concerned with profit than produce. Rock needs a breath of fresh air. And what does it get? Air Supply.

The yaustrailian group, which soared to international success last year, brought its own brand of romantic puffery to the Merriweather Post Pavilion Saturday night. Mushy melodies flowed like sap and the band on stage did its best to envelop everyone in what amounted to the musical equivalent of baby's breath.

"All Out of Love" floated out to the lawn, while singer-guitarist, Graham Russell ("6-foot-6 and single, girls") plucked at his guitar and several hundred heart strings. His partner, Russell Hitchcock, sauntered seductively about the stage, dressed in passion red shirt and pants, all the better to deliver his exquisitely nasal vocals. Accompanied by their five mild and hazy counterparts, Russell and Hitchcock waded through the musical goop that comprised their platinum record "Lost in Love," attended by soft spotlights, smoke effects and cloud-like backdrops.

Whether through temerity or simple stupidity, Air Supply chose to precede its performance with taped music of the Beatles. The results were, needless to say, disastrous -- it was rather like going from Shubert to the soundtrack for a mouthwash ad. Gasp!