Concert Central

a blooming pop-indie band from Scotland?, not my genre of choice but they are a fine example from the genre, depth and professionalism evident, all cuties in that fey British look, sound like MusicGod’s Onus B Johnson during one song which is good, lucky to see them free and with free beer so no complaints

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the DJs that are Everywhere in Austin, just dance spinners

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a large collection of white boys—lots of brass, knew how to work the music to work the crowd, breakdowns, had the white hippie boys dancing

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two girls put this event (Freaks the Funk Party) on to support their website and “community” of performers (white girl?), D-Madness is purportedly an Austin legend—plays drums, guitar, harmonica and sings at nearly the same time, him and a funk bassist

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swear it was the sound guy from Continental Club I always adore, confirmedly the bassist from Butthole Surfers (JD Pinkus), those trashy goatee beards—glorifying the cursedness of being southern white trash, was enjoying their humor and speedy hard rock but then sang a song called “Don’t put your dick in me”—too genuine honky for [...]

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from San Francisco, don’t know how to classify music anymore, neu-metal?, solid, nothing special

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lots of variety but all lame and flat, weird blend of drugs and religion references, obviously a recovering addict who was probably better when he was an addict

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saw last song of set, average but with an interesting jazz twinge

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like 20 guys in the band—most stand around looking bored the majority of the time, boys have experience and it shows, dancing music—two step, jitterbug, waltz and other things I don’t want to know about

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