After making the three-hour drive from Houston and waiting in line an hour for my badge, here’s how my first day progressed:
Arthur Yoria @ BD Riley’s Irish Pub
The Prairie Cartel @ Metro 25th Anniversary party @ Emo’s (also The Redwalls, Smoking Popes, The M’s, and The Changes)
Mando Diao @ WonkaVision magazine party @ Red 7
Black Tie Dynasty @ The Tap Room at Six
Which leads me to my favorite thing about the SXSW experience. Since I didn’t have time to stand in line to see Wolf & Cub at Emo’s on Wednesday night, I instead went early to The Tap Room at Six and caught an Austin band called Tacks, The Boy Disaster. They were–simply put–amazing. The closest I can come to describing their sound is Midlake, but that might be due to the fact that one of the members of Midlake played a song with them during their set. I love “discovering” new bands this way–makes the endless walking, the smells of stale beer, vomit, and burnt pizza, and insane crowds all worth it.
And it turns out a friend of mine from high school and college is married to their drummer so that made it even better. I suggest getting their CD and checking out their music online here.
I also caught a few songs of The Rapture @ La Zona Rosa, got kicked out of a party at Mohawk two seconds after walking in (not my fault), and spent way too long trying to hail a cab back to the room. I love Austin.
Chip Midnight’s report(s) should be coming later in the day. Technical difficulties prevented us from posting anything until now. Apologies all around…
These guys could have glommed onto the synth-pop disco revival like fellow NYC band The Rapture, but instead French Kicks chose to scrap their punky feel and reverted to a more eighties Britrock mode. A few of these songs never left my head once I heard them.
It’s starting to sound as if this Brooklyn-based band can do no wrong–many thought “Bastards of the Beat” would be their pinnacle but “Air Stereo” contains some of the band’s strongest material to date.


