After long or short trips to and from (and perhaps at) Austin Psych Fest, many of the attendees and bands have found themselves safely, and maybe a bit post-festival sickly, at home and in bed. For some, however, the festival was just a stop on a long and seemingly endless road. Such is the case
NYC dream folk band Brazos recently played a residency at Cameo Gallery, chillin out every Tuesday night for a whole month. They’re gearing up to release a brand new album, Saltwater, on May 28, and they recently released a video for “How the Ranks Was Won,” so the band has a good momentum of new
There’s something pure about seeing a three-piece band rock like they’re playing in their garage or rehearsal. Yes, many of the big outfits over the years have been quartets, but that doesn’t take away from the stripped down simplicity of a three-piece. Last week at the Bootleg Theater in Los Angeles, RNDM, a trio hailing from
This year has seemed to be dubbed the Year of The Remix. Not many tools have been as effective to get your band’s name blasted into the blogosphere–especially if you connect with the right artist to rework your music–and some groups specialize in remixes, choosing to re-imagine others’ work instead of creating their own. Little
I’m not sure exactly what it is about Montreal that lends itself to producing musicians that really know how to perfect the art of an atmospheric soundscape. Graceful, languishing, nuanced, and layered music with just the right amount of fuzz just seems to pour out of the city, and The Besnard Lakes are one of
Even though Canadian punk band METZ has just one studio album to their name, Wednesday night they tore through the Troubadour in West Hollywood like hardened veterans. Having already rocked through the European and East Coast legs of their 2013 tour, the trio was poised and confident, foregoing a written set list in favor of
As tents were packed up and an unfortunately garbage-strewn field was being cleared, the emptiness of Carson Creek Ranch after a weekend of truly psychedelic proportions could have been a sad scene, but midst hastily making plans to return next year we now have a moment of calm to think of all the new music
The dust from the farm has been kicked up – everywhere folks have sun-kissed skin, hazy eyes, are dripping with sweat and wear crescent moon smiles. They are gabbing with new friends, drinking heavily, engaging in activities to no end with any sense of time. Sunday appeared to be the day everyone had waited for
Hearing the phrase “Austin Psych Fest” might generate images in your mind of tie-dye wearing or hula-hoop dancing folks longing for the age of Woodstock. While a few attendees could be pigeon-holed as such, the festival draw was much more defined by its members’ affected stillness. Heels tapped and people swayed, but jumping and dancing
What can’t be said of Austin Psych Fest? It’s clear this outing of psychedelic proportions is of its own world – a world that inhabits creatures of color, of sound, of intellectual properties, and spew tag lines like get-me-another-expletive-beer/swig/toke while I bask in this Austin sun. Day two brought the rain – a monsoon that