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Austin’s got a new agent all up in the local scene’s Artist Management: Bueno Music Bureau. And Bueno’s got some local talent that they think you should be bragging to your friends about listening to.
Something like that.
So they’re having a little thingy-thang at Deville this Friday (tonight, for most readers) to showcase that talent. There will be some doin’s-a-transpirin’. Specifically: four bands with their own instruments and haircuts for the pleasure of your eyes and ears. Maybe even your mouth, if you’re into that kind of thing.
No one’s passing judgment on you over here.
Friday After Dark’s got some local legends playing instruments of musical purpose. The last time we talked to Aaron Miller was a while back (as in: years), when he was recovering from a really-really-really f*cked-up accident between his body and a hit-and-runner in a f*cking CAR. Not sure how that all ended, but sh*t was NUTS. We imagine some of that angst will make its way into the music. And Frisbie, their tower of a drummer, can grow a wild-assed beard in mere minutes, but won’t do it if you ask.
Don’t know a whole lot about The Scripts, but What a Bright Light... makes us want to drive cross-country in an oil-leaking Olds 442, rolling joints with one hand, writing poetry in truckstop bathrooms, all while learning how to live without wearing any underwear. Ever again.
She Sir’s got the whole Radio Department sort of shoe-gazing thing going on. It’s like the soundtrack for a dream that one of the characters from Garden State would have. Reminds one of another local Austin band: Aster (but without that CRAZY BADASS DRUMMER, holy sh*t that dude slays the skins).
The Unbearables aren’t f*cking around with your brain this time. Or last time, probably. But definitely NOT this time. You see, they really did write a Zombie-Opera type thing, sort of like when Styx did that whole Mr. Roboto rock opera. But more about eating brains/flesh and less about the whole Pinocchio wants to BE flesh. These things, understandably, are very subjective. But, sh*t man. That’s f*cking BALLS, no matter your take on the outcome. Not sure what they’re bringing to the stage for this event, but it won’t be your momma’s nursery rhymes.
Looks like there’ll be a $5 door cover, so bring a Lincoln for each future ex-girl/boyfriend you plan on trying to impress with your deep understanding of local band action.
While You Were Out, presented by Bueno Music Bureau
The Unbearables, She Sir, The Scripts, Friday After Dark
Club Deville
900 Red River [ map ]
Doors open at 8pm
Looks like a $5 cover? Probably.
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once again i read a seemingly innocuous post on austinist and, upon not comprehending any of it and thinking i'm still drunk from last night, i realize it's a truecraig post and suddenly everything's ok.
Film cane monosyllabic wheelbarrow fart. Bands no flutes and shit.
Sense Bry better Imprint? Okay thank you!
I know musicians sometimes like to shy away from categorization of their music, but I'd like some more indications of the genre. I like the comparison to other bands, but if we don't know that other band, we don't know what kind of music this is. Now we'll go out and listen to new music, but realizing that we have lots of choices, I don't think I'll be going to this unless I can know that. Perhaps I am a musical snob, but...my cents, 2 or thereabouts.
Point well taken Chrisman. I'm the same way whenever a cover charge is involved (there's billions of other free venues with bands in this town so I usually choose to use my dosh for slosh), which is why I included all the myspace links. If your computer has speakers, they will make the bands come alive on the myspace (along with a crapload of obnoxious noise from emoti-comments and whatnot).
If I shy away from the myspace, I'm forced to employ the the standard Pitchforkish, dunno-blog description for any local music I'm yet to be super-super-super intimate with:
"If Joy Division and Kraftwerk were mob-raped by My Bloody Valentine while Grandaddy took a dump on an early Echo and The Bunnymen rhythm track. You know, so the kids can beat off to it."
And then no one wins.