So . . . bad news first. Remember that THURSTON MOORE - J MASCIS - ANDREW WK supergroup we told you about? Well, um . . . it didn't happen. Or, well, it kind of happened. But Andrew WK didn't show up. He didn't bother to cancel, either. He, like, just didn't show up. As in, the rest of DEMOLISHED THOUGHTS were hanging out on stage, waiting.
20 MORE PHOTOS: Hole at SXSW 2010
When we saw Courtney Love's name on the
SXSW schedule, we assumed that the first Hole shows in
a decade would bring the week's
biggest trainwreck. Amazingly: not sucky! Actually good! Instead, meltdown-of-the-week honors went to her Saturday-night opening act:
ex-Fall Out Boy singer PATRICK STUMP. Video evidence of both after the jump . . .
SLEIGH BELLS + Saturday, March 20 at Fader Fort
Our videographer P. Nick Curran was lucky enough to catch it on video: right up there is the moment SLEIGH BELLS became stars. Not that they were without buzz coming in. They emerged blog-famous from CMJ this winter; MIA's putting out their album in May. And there's no secrets about their appeal: ex-screamokid Derek Miller blaring feelgood metal riffs, ex-popsinging siren Alexis Krauss earning her tattoos with updated Digital Hardcore swagger, iPod handling the rest.
You couldn't resist clicking on this link, could you? Even those of you who still have yet to digest the dozens if not hundreds of new acts you caught at SXSW 2010 this past week. Did you think we had some sort of hipster crystal ball or something?
Look - we know that in this increasingly rapid multimedia age, anything that happened four minutes ago might as well have happened last century.
Below: SLEIGH BELLS perform “Crown on the Ground” at the Levis/Fader Fort, on Saturday.
See also: lots of photos from this Sleigh Bells/Bone Thugs gig, suitable for framing and putting on your wall.
I arrived at the Mohawk just a few beers before Fresno rhyme prodigy Fashawn gripped the mic. There was no way that I was getting up front; from the upper balcony the place looked like people soup, and heads were not surrendering their hard-fought spaces.
Good thing I brought Dubb Sicks; the Austin vagrant had just wrapped a set at the Creekside Lounge, and decided to come along.
I'm annually amazed by how quickly counter-culture hordes are to suck on Racael Rachael Ray's droopy teets every year at SXSW. No offense to any of the bands who bask in her limelight, but it's truly ridiculous how much attention she gets for slumming with us.
Starstruck dips who queue for this one will tell you how phenomenal the food was, and how cool it is that Ray was just-a-hanging around Austin.
I didn't go to after hours last night. Not because I was necessarily done partying - and not even because I was excited to get back to my hotel and break into the pool. I flipped my switch at 3am because, well, I'd had my fix for the evening and then some. Meet the group that tied me off and found the vein.
As Colombian hip-hop Gods Choc Quib Town blew down the stage at Momo's, I felt like Michael J.
It’s been quite some time since Audible Mainframe and Eclectic Collective used to regularly smash Harpers Ferry together. Those were the days; just ask the loose and juicy co-eds who used to come and throw their backs out.
But while much has changed, it’s all been in the name of progress. Over the past two years, Audible moved to Long Beach, and EC became Bad Rabbits.
There's a lot of free food in Austin during SXSW, and not just in the dumpsters out behind my hotel. A daytime walk down 6th Street offers an almost infinite amount of complimentary BBQ and other diarrhea fuel; if you dig junk food, there's even a party with free Taco Bell.
But there was only one event yesterday with free poutine, or, as you might better know it, french fries avec cheese curds and gravy (I think people in upstate New York call it "breakfast").
So I’m out back at Side Bar waiting for that dude Kosha Dillz to rock. It was a showcase for his distributor, so I figured I would show some hip-hop love among the indie rock snobs.
I went to order my second free Lone Star, and the bartender asked who I was there to see. I told her I came for the only rapper on the bill, and she told me that something happened or some shit.
This is a picture of the cab driver who just took me into downtown Austin. His shit was tricked out, but that’s not the point. The point is that I waited for 45 minutes for the shuttle that I paid $40 for. I want my money back you bitches. Your service sucks giant donkey dicks.
Dem Texas boys support their own. I’m pretty sure that every rapper from within 100 miles of this motherfucker was at La Zona Rosa for the Paul Wall and Chamillionaire reunion. I’m still semi-blinded from the light dancing off all the cheap bling.
But first a little back story. Four years ago I was down here with my homeys from UnderGroundHipHop.
-Ceiling fan duster (cause I can feel it coming in the air tonight)
-Twin draft guard (cause that weed smoke be blowin’ through the door mang)
-PupStep PLUS (for all my dawgs)
-St. Francis bird feeder (fo da chickenheads)
-Stainless steel wallet (word to Ghostface; nuff said)
-Bigfoot Garden Yeti Stature (son is mad brolic)