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 created shower dances, a lightning storm that had no power over the crowd and epic shower shows with musicians who brought the heat. But before the weather turned callous, the sun shined on Austin and the Night Beats, Seattle’s newest prodigy, took to the Reverberation Stage to a crowd backed with fellow musicians Allah-Las, Elephant Stone and many a more expectantly watching in the growing mass.

There is much to be said about this trio. Lee Blackwell, James Traeger and Tarek Wegner mix the language of Texas psychedelic rock, blues and folk to create the brainchild of razor blazing immediacy that must be heard and experienced now. The journey of this young band is striking – having toured with The Black Angels, Roky Erickson, The Jesus and Mary Chain, Black Lips and The Growlers, the once openers are clearly on the verge of becoming an in demand name. With a full-length effort that debuted in 2011, the anticipation of sophomore album is one that we are stirring for. The horizon for Night Beats is a vivid dreamscape of possibilities and we’ll be along for the ride.

We headed down to Elevation Amphitheatre nestled on the banks of the Colorado River for a fortuned treat. Elephant Stones front man Rishi Dhir took to stage to open in a twenty-minute solo set for acclaimed Kaleidoscope (UK). There, Dhir removed his footwear and released the mantra of true, relentless hope on sitar. It is an enchanting incantation to watch this prolific musician on sitar – the kind of commanding intimacy one evokes only when a true cognitive demand is met, a passion and respect for the music at hand. Dhir has “it” that blazing light of passion and talent and most considerably, shares it.

It was a change of scenery, as we took on the experimental, drone metal of Japan’s Boris. The sludge metal, psychedelic rock of the ambient pop trio is one to be experienced. When lending an ear, you cannot limit yourself to just a listen. Indeed, Boris drags you in, pulls you toward the deep noise metal that releases a new sensibility amid a psychedelic ring of gushy guitars and undeniable metal.

And as the night fell, too did the rain. Deerhunter took to stage after an hour and half rain delay. The sluggish weather did nothing but amp the shoegazing Georgians. The art-rock iconic Bradford Cox donned a pretty dress, on his pretty little frame with a black bob wig. Soon-to-be released album Monomania was on everyone’s mind, and the boys did not disappoint. Favorite “Revival” was also amid the lineup. And while the previous weather block had given the stage a beating, the crowd was up, and amped, high in the midnight air, adoring every moment of the live set unfolding. Cox calls out, “I’m wearing no clothes, picking my ass, looking at you wet people thinking ‘Lord have mercy.’”

Yes Bradford, I’m sure we were all a sight, as you were too. We couldn’t be more impressed with how the evening unfolded. Tomorrow we realize this is it, only one-more-day and while we’re expecting only brilliant soundscapes from The Growlers, Elephant Stone, The Black Angles and Goat, we have found ourselves asking, “Are we really going to have to go home?’