As foreshadowed by Brodeur yesterday, Metallica did indeed show up for a semi-secret gig at Stubbs BBQ. Below: video from PHX HQ, overlooking the mayhem. After the jump: video from inside Stubbs.
ThePhoenix.com/SXSW: Daily video, Twittering, blog overload
your favorite artist of all-time performing his or her best material
that you’ve never seen live before. That’s what I got last night when Talib Kweli and Hi-Tek nearly tore through the entire Reflection Eternal disc, Train of Thought; I had more blood rushing through me than when I got my debut blow job back in eighth grade.
It was a long day before I got to Kweli at the Scoot Inn – and to the afterparty at the Red Bull Moon Tower
in the middle of absolutely nowhere. I ate lots of barbecue and even
nearly shat my pants; but it was beyond worth it – I’m considering
adopting grandchildren just so I can tell them about my adventures.
it turns out, brisket goes well with junky music. I won’t call anyone
out (though I bet Brodeur will), but the sounds penetrating my skull
while I grubbed baked beans and free potato salad at the SoHo Lounge nearly forced the barbecue right out the other side.
you have a minute, shed a tear for lonely guys who strum guitars on
corners and belt heartfelt lyrics; they’re the only ones who care about
their feelings – kind of like Britney Spears . . . YAK BALLZ, LADY SOV, AND MORE AFTER THE JUMP
Faraone is still out at that ungodly Red Bull Moon Tower party 10 taxi minutes away (an epic distance in SXSW terms). Whoever was on the mic in the background was hollering state fair style, and a heavy throb beat the fuck out of every other syllable he said. I’ve just returned from an unsuccessful attempt to jockey a cab to hustle over to the suddenly announced (or belatedly realized) 2:30 a.m. Monotonix show at the Ballet across Congress. (That puts CMJ on the board with one point.)Heart-mincing stuff, guitar-lust-wise—especially considering the last thing I’ll hear before laying my pretty head to rest tonight will be the (admittedly satisfying, but still) wanktastic stylings of Ben Harper, booming from the Stubb’s amphi-tent-thing across the street from PHXxSxSWHQ. (Trans: An apartment we blog and pass out in.)Until then, this video from an earlier show in Austin will have to do. Oh I just ha-ate myself right now.
Photos: Cassandra Marino
BLOC PARTY kicked off their US headlining tour at the House of Blues last night -- and if the buzz has slacked off Intimacy, someone forgot to tell everyone who showed up. The album's sleeper charm is getting a fresh coat of awesome this spring with a triple-LP remix set -- and everyone knows that when it comes to this band, the remixes tend to overshadow the originals.
From the people who brought you pretensious soldier-boy stage outfits, modern-rock singers who think their falsettos sound good, and children named Apple: a retarded new activity for stadium-concert audiences:
A busy Wednesday by our three correspondents found 'em club-hopping
from old-school indie to new-school crust punk. Here's the Wednesday
video dump, with more pouring in as fast as their shitty hotel wireless
can upload it. You can keep tabs on Brodeur, Faraone, and Thompson --
not to mention all your hometown faves -- at our ultra-ridiculous SXSW Headquarters page, with daily blog posts, hourly video, and moment-by-moment twitter retorts, only at ThePhoenix.com/SXSW. First up: chiptune mayhem with Anamanaguchi at the DataPop show, then tons more after the jump . . .
VIDEO: Gaslight Anthem, "Left of the Dial" (Replacements cover)
As promised, we come to you now with some better-quality video from Gaslight Anthem's set on St. Patrick's Day at Hurricane O'Reilly's. And yeah, we should get over it, but there is still something inherently weird about seeing a band we like a place like that. What's next? No Age and Titus Andronicus playing the Kells? Anyway, above you can watch them covering the Replacements' "Left of the Dial," in which lead singer Brian Fallon sounds almost indistinguishable from Paul Westerberg if you close your eyes. After the jump, watch "The '59 Sound," which likely needs no introduction.
Austin's a fucking meh-ess this morning: the asphalt's all sticky with spilled Shiner Bock; Red Bull cans are stubbed out like butts all over the place; and the gutters are alive with the sound of psyched grackles pecking up dew-damp pizza crusts. One thing that's not all over the streets: people. For a few scant hours each morning, South-by makes a ghost town out of Austin--albeit one with plenty of trash cans. It's a little stretch of calm between big boozy storm systems--and last night's was a doozy.
I might not always land on my feet, but face first in a pile of fine ass ain’t a bad place to be.
You can call it dumb luck. While my flight from Palm Beach was supposed to layover in Houston before re-routing to the heart of SXSW, there was too much fog to touch down. So we stopped in Austin, and some dude with one of those sweet moving staircases helped me off.
She's also got a thing for unicorns and her new BFF Margaret Cho. Follow the antics @amandapalmer.
1. FACES ON FILM, “NATALIE'S NUMBERS” (mp3)2. THE SHILLS, “THE DEPARTURE”
3. HOT BOX, “MAYBE TOMORROW”
4. THICK AS THIEVES, “DISASTEROLOGY”
5. AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER, “CAN'T LET GO”
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On hiatus for the last 13 years, Irish-bred rap group House of Pain returned for a one-night performance at the Roxy on St. Patty’s Day. One would think that after over a decade off-stage, the group would have delivered a power-punch performance that lingered on the lips of the audience for years to come. Instead, the audience received yes energetic, but not a long-lasting impression of this once ground-breaking group.
No, not the typical joint for a punk gig. But judging from down-the-block lines outside Hurricane O'Reilly's -- and from the raucous sing-alongs inside -- WFNX's invite-only GASLIGHT ANTHEM gig drew far more fans than yahoos. Jersey's Bosscore heroes brought the full band and played for an hour, then stuck around to hang out for at least that long afterwards. And security didn't kick out the stage divers, so there's that. The big surprise was a Replacements cover, which we'll be posting some quality video of later in the week. For now we've got the Flipcam take of "Patient Ferris Wheel" and a bunch more photos, all after the jump.
There’s a fine array of experimental- and electronic-music releases set to bloom this spring. Here are five choice examples:
LAWRENCE ENGLISH | A COLOUR FOR AUTUMN | 12k
| This seasonal release on 12k is a bit out of sequence, but the hazy,
sublime sounds of A Colour for Autumn are perfect listening any time of
year. Australia’s Lawrence English, who runs the Room40 label, uses a
delicate mix of field recordings, live instruments, and electronics to
evoke the beautiful tension of a season that is somehow neither here
DOWNLOAD: Lawrence English, “Galaxie of Dust” (mp3)
(4 MORE AFTER THE JUMP)