Over the course of 4 days and nights, I managed to catch 54 different artists over a total of 61 different sets. For music fans, South By Southwest is the equivalent of Disneyland. There’s a lot of standing in lines, there’s lots of ups and down, you are exhausted at the end of the day and your feet hurt but you don’t care.
Lord Huron (Red 7 Patio) The California band had the poor luck to draw a noon set on Wednesday, playing one of the first sets of SXSW. While they were playing their first few songs, their audience remained lined up down 7th Street awaiting admission to the venue. What little there was to see was quite enjoyable.
Cloud Nothings (Red 7) Rock and roll has travelled many miles on the fuel provided by the angst of the young. Echoing the shambling glory of The Replacements, Cloud Nothings revel in raw, unfiltered guitar riffs and the high, nasally pleadings of its leader Dylan Baldi. With his Elvis Costello jitters, the 19-year-old from Cleveland, Ohio was one of the more anticipated performers at SXSW. However, Red 7 may not have helped his week. Upon entering the club, they marked the underage singer with an oversize X on each hand and admonished him not to wash them off. Holding his branded hands up to the crowd, he let everyone know: “Being 19 sucks.” As long as he doesn’t orchestrate a one hour special on MTVU to announce he’s moving to Brooklyn, Baldi could emerge as one of Cleveland’s favorite sons.JEFF The Brotherhood (Beauty Bar Patio) Getting their start in an early version of Be Your Own Pet, Jake and Jamin Orrall now work The White Stripes guitar and drums formula to perfection. Playing at a frenetic pace, the Orralls blew away a packed patio at the eMusic party, tearing through a tightly wrought set of guitar-heavy garage rock that was one of the best I saw at SXSW 2011. Caught up in the excitement, Jake Orrall tossed all the comp CDs into the crowd (after realizing that winging them one at a time could be a bit dangerous) before wandering into the masses without a stutter to his guitar riff and dropping to his knees in a Hendrix-inspired reverie. All the excitement, energy and freshness you look for in a band was on display here.
Ty Segall (Beauty Bar Patio) By the time Segall took the stage, the Beauty Bar had stopped letting people into the eMusic day party. A small group of intrepid kids made their way to the parking lot on the other side of the building and found a section of the chain link fence that offered them a nice view of the stage. This seems to be the same strategy used on Saturday night although a much larger throng pushed down back fence and started a riot during a Death From Above 1979 set. The Segall-loving kids were enjoying his set about as much as human beings can enjoy music. I hope to enjoy anything in life as much as these kids were digging Segall. In a cool move, the guitarist acknowledged the scene, angling to play in their direction and dedicating a song to them.
Nicki Bluhm & The Gramblers (Sony Lounge) The California based singer-songwriter got an early evening slot on a Sony showcase headlined by her husband’s band The Mother Hips. Tim Bluhm doubled as one of the Gramblers and they offered up a nice country-tinged set for a crowd that may have been equally excited to see the room littered with comfortable couches.
Surprise Me Mr. Davis (Sony Lounge, Cheers) This jamband scene supergroup consisting of the three members of The Slip, Marco Benevento and Nathan Moore came into existence when they were all snowed in by a Boston blizzard. One of the few bands in Austin that has significant time invested in other projects, they proudly declared they were the only act in Texas not seeking a record deal . . . but they’d listen should anyone happen to have one with them. Sit-ins are rare at SXSW but over a four day stretch, the likes of John Popper, Jo Jo Herman (Widespead Panic) and Jen Hartswick (Trey Anastasio) all found their way on the SMMD stage. One of their final sets – a late night gig at the Cheers rooftop stage – became less of a showcase and more of a party.Suuns (Red 7) Monstrously loud and extraordinarily compelling. That is, when they weren’t working in the medium of feedback or shrieking guitars. On record, Suuns melodic tendencies come to the forefront. However, on stage, they are all about creating sonic walls of droning guitars. Given the volume, they might have been better served by the patio stage and not deafening the indoor crowd.
Tennis (Club DeVille) When Patrick Riley and Alaina Moore sat around their living room creating the songs that would result in Cape Dory, their Fat Possum debut, they must have sounded quite cute and lovable. On the stage in Austin, they sounded exactly like every other indie band, playing indistinguishable light rock with little flair. This may actually qualify them with The xx award for creating the biggest disparity between album and live performance.
Yuck (Club DeVille, Mohawk) Do you sit awake at night wondering whether the Silversun Pickups have become too mainstream? If so, Yuck is the band for you.
TuneYards (The Parish, Mohawk, Elysium) About a year ago, Merrill Garbus performed an awkward set at the Bowery Ballroom, exhibiting an uncomfortable stage fright that prompted the audience to shout encouragement as she went about piecing together her looping tracks. The woman who appeared on stage at The Parish for the NPR showcase bore little resemblance to that nerve racked performer. With confidence, Garbus pounded out drum beats, looped her yodeling melodies and tribal beats while incorporating guitars and horns. Garbus completed her coming out party with a set at the Chimera showcase, getting Sean Lennon’s seal of approval before adapting Yoko Ono’s “We’re All Water” into the modern vernacular.Shabazz Palaces (Klub Krucial) This was a forgettable rap act that was playing on the indoors stage before White Denim packed the patio. In fact, I had to look up who they were on the Gorilla vs. Bear site because I forgot who they were.
New Mastersounds (Rusty Spurs) At the close of their set, one of the few jambands to play SXSW announced that this had been their first appearance in Austin in four years. They then announced that they would return in another four years and play another half hour.
The Strokes (Auditorium Shores) The stories that you heard about the immense crowds aren’t myths told by agoraphobic journalists. Many of the free shows attracted hordes of people that swarmed some venues like the bugs in Starship Troopers. In shutting the gates about a half hour before The Strokes took the stage, the site’s organizers nearly sparked a riot with fans charging the gates they couldn’t climb and singing “The Star Spangled Banner” to protest being shut out of a public property. With a staggering number of people packing the park like it was a basement club, The Strokes treated their Auditorium Shores set like a normal SXSW showcase, albeit a slightly extended one. Playing for just over an hour, seamlessly mixing tracks from Angles, their sly and droll return album, with those from their decade old Is This It, the seminal aughties band may have missed an opportunity to offer up their definitive return show. Nonetheless, The Strokes provided a fine pre-Kanye spectacle to counterbalance the hundreds of small showcases.Jason Isbell & The 400 Unit (Swan Dive, Barbarella Patio) Other than describing when Isbell & his band, the 400 Unit, took the stage, the former Drive-By Trucker’s two sets were like night and day. Previewing material from the upcoming Here We Rest, Isbell’s nighttime set at Swan Dive had a harder edge to it, featuring guitar-driven Southern rock that detoured into Houses Of The Holy territory. The next day, in the sun of the Barbarella Patio, Isbell touched on the new album’s more acoustic numbers while including “Decoration Day” and “The Outfit” from his Truckers days.
Middle Brother (Barbarella Patio) For all intents and purposes, Middle Brother is a supergroup comprised of John McCauley of Deer Tick, Taylor Goldsmith of Dawes and Matt Vasquez of Delta Spirit. Closing one of the many Brooklyn Vegan fetes that anchored the festivities along Red River Street, their late afternoon set seemed to be a pleasurably enjoyable lark. McCauley leapt from the stage to play guitar amidst the crowd, Vasquez threw himself into the fray with a an energetic crowd dive and Johnny Corndawg and the other members of Deer Tick and Dawes periodically returned to the stage, ultimately finishing with a boozy version of “Bring It On Home To Me.” Where most sets at SXSW have a purposeful undercurrent, Middle Brother’s was a nice little change of pace.
Old 97s (Barbarella Patio) Prior to the Old 97s taking the stage, I casually mentioned that I had never seen them before. About 20 people in the surrounding area all turned to look at me as if I had just proclaimed a desire to see Men Without Hats. A Texas venue seemed to be the appropriate place to see one of the State’s great alt-country godfathers. I no longer have to be at the receiving end of the barbs and stares that apparently greet pronouncements to having never seen Rhett Miller.
Men Without Hats (Club DeVille) Ivan Doroschuk, one of the founding members of Men Without Hats, recently resurrected this odd kernel of 80s nostalgia. Serving as the antithesis of hip (and by wearing a hat, the antithesis of the band itself), Doroschuk’s MWH set could be summed up quite easily: Eighties version of “Jumping Jack Flash,” crap, crap, crap, crap, crap, “The Safety Dance,” crap, crap, beg for encore, crap (instead of playing “The Safety Dance” again). Giddy fun, the Club DeVille crowd, filled primarily with people that fondly recall the midgets and maypole video from MTV, brought the entertainment value to the set. When the opening strains of “The Safety Dance” wafted from the stage, the crowd went utterly ballistic. It was madness, it was chaos . . . it was really a little weird.Sgt. Dunbar & The Hobo Banned (Mellow Johnny’s) Using the Low Anthem motif of traditional instruments and a saw, the Albany-centered, Americana folk rock band battled the off-the-beaten-path locale of Lance Armstrong’s bike shop and a tent that seemed on the verge of giving in to the curiously strong winds. It would be more fun to see them play before a bigger and more appreciative crowd.
The Calm Blue Sea (Skinnys Lounge) Much like Explosions In The Sky and Cymbals Eat Guitars, the Austin based combo offer up walls of sound replete with surging crescendos and ebbing waves of majestic guitar scree.
Ume (Skinnys Lounge) In 2006, on my first trip to Austin, the first band I saw on the Tuesday night before the inaugural Earvolution SXSW showcase was Ume at Emos Lounge. Stunned by Lauren Larson, the lovely guitarist on stage who trashed and danced like a manic pixie possessed by the ghost of Eddie Van Halen - at a bare minimum, we can all agree that at least his credibility and self-respect died ten years ago can’t we? - it wasn’t a tremendous surprise when they were one of the unsigned bands selected by Rolling Stone to contend for their Choose The Cover contest. Other than the fact that Larson has taken a page from the Grace Potter school of glamour, not much has changed with Ume over the past five years. Larson remains a potent firebrand of guitar pyrotechnics, worthy of attention, but they seem to be waiting for the rest of the world to catch up with them before moving on.
Yoko Ono (Elysium) More performance artist than rock star, there may not be a more enigmatic figure in the history of rock and roll. Many profess an understanding of the woman that John Lennon found relentlessly intriguing but to this day hardly anyone outside her family and friends truly grasp the complexities of her persona. One of SXSW’s featured speakers, the 77-year-old Ono and her new Plastic Ono Band headlined her son Sean’s showcase for his Chimera Music label. In resurrecting the Plastic Ono Band with her son, who with full grown facial hair looks remarkably like his father, Wilco’s Nels Cline, members of Deerhoof and others, Ono has found the perfect group of musicians to support her decidedly unique take on musical theater. When not channeling the fragile emotional state of a little girl, Ono bounced and danced about the stage, the band transforming her primal grunts (thankfully, not screams) into a Plant/Page give and take. The Bravery (Stubbs) At the end of the evening on Saturday night, I walked into Stubbs to catch The Bravery solely to pad my numbers. I remember the pulled pork sandwich more than I remember the two songs that I caught.
(Part 2 coming soon)







