[Austin, TX] On a mission to make
amends for a half a year of pathetic homeboundedness. I like the looks of the
place: mixed age, credibility without depravity. And then finally the band
takes the stage. And they’re wearing an Austin t-shirt – what the hell!? Some
Lake Travis sports reference, which I refuse to interpret as ironic, because
the four boys are white and clean cut as all get out, and very likely did
attend school in the wealthy suburb of Lake Travis. My other bone of contention
is that Houston’s (pathetic) music scene is entirely dependent on Austin.
Anyway, they are a meld of a power pop and pop punk. Watching them, I was
mostly transfixed by the lead singer’s facial expressions – which could be
interpreted as aggro or mental imbalance a la Charles Manson. Their songs
brought to mind Fountains of Wayne, Spoon, Tom Waits, and Irish drinking songs.
The keyboard player and his sound, I finally determined, are a key contributor
to the character of this band. From what I saw, I’d say they’re a pretty good
band. (photo courtesy of band facebook page)
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