The bar area of LaSalle Power Company is spacious when it’s only mildly populated. Intended to look like one of those post-punk Bowery relics—the ones where the bar counter is all exposed nail and crooked wood, like some malconstructed treehouse—LPC instead is wrought like a streamlined pop-punk version of that; a deluxe poverty trompe l’oeil, where the rock band insignia hanging on the walls spreads out like the perfect pop-culture equation: tongue plus apple plus obscure occult symbol plus peace sign plus banana plus devil horns plus leather jacket equals authenticity.