They brought all their usual tricks to Waterloo Park for Mess With Texas 3 on Saturday the 21st, disrobing and parting the crowd in half right off the bat. Singer Ami Shalev then jumped into the open space in the middle of the audience, rolling around on the grass with his fellow band mates much to everyone’s amusement (or was it bemusement).
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ith an ever growing sea of additions to the enormity that is the indie genre, it’s hard to stand out in the cloudy mess. Nada Surf may still be trying to find its place in the sun, but there’s sure to be a line of angst-hungry fans ready join them for the journey Saturday night at Emo’s.
If there's a vibe running through Friday's Austin Venture stage roster, it's simply that there is no vibe. Like ACL Fest, the stage is sporting everything from twee boy/girl indie-pop to grizzled country and sleaze rock. If you'd like some variety, this is the place.
For nine years, Philadelphia's Dr. Dog have been honing a sound based on a love of classic 60's rock and psychedelia. Pick up any album, and you'll see a love for Brian Wilson, Paul McCartney, and The Zombies interwoven through all of the material in a loving but graceful manner. There's no doubt that the band are less concerned with being cool or indie and more interested in emulating what they love about the geniuses in their record collection. The craft and love in the material hasn't gone without notice: The Strokes, My Morning Jacket, and Wilco have all taken Dr. Dog out on tour, and the group's incessant touring has found them a solid fan base that has already sold out Saturday's gig at The Parish Room. The band are touring behind their summer release Fate, a record that glosses up the production a bit while remaining consistent with their trademark sound.
Dr. Dog has pawing at indie-stardom for quite some time now, although you may not have noticed. You've definitely heard them popping up on friends' badass mix cds, playing wistfully in the groggy mornings after one night stands, and blaring at house parties. Nonetheless, they have somehow escaped popularity on a larger scale which, in our opinion, is long overdue. Need your memory jogged? Think of a supergroup of reincarnated Flower-Power badasses effortlessly combining the wild, impish yaw of Wayne Coyne's vocals - except in pitch - and the brass balls of a group of musicians that blissfully blow-off sonic constrictions, they fearlessly radiate a sound that is both joyful and rueful in equal parts. Pick up a copy of their newest swansong We All Belong and get an earful. Everyone in the Austinist Music offices has been wagging their tails and slobbering on the editor in anticipation of their appearance this evening at the Parish, so this preview comes with a HIGHLY RECOMMENDED in capital letters.
