Former blues prodigy, 38, preps 12th studio shred.
News of Crooks disbanding comes at a disappointing juncture. The local country sextet finally found its Tex-Mex groove on this summer’s stellar sophomore effort, Wildfire, fueled by Josh Mazour’s barroom twang and Anthony Ortiz Jr.’s accordion. Catch as many of the band’s high-octane shows as possible before Crooks’ final blowout in February, with ABGB kicking off the farewell run on the first holiday weekend.– Doug Freeman
Slick Southern slab rapper Big K.R.I.T. returns to the capital city, offering a cosmic thump that threatens to lift the entire Riverside and Burton block. Probably our most prolific major-label wordsmith, the “M I Crooked Letter” MC released yet another mixtape, the DJ Drama-assisted It’s Better This Way, more chapter and verses of deep-fried Bible Belt bass. Like-minded Midwestern vocalist BJ the Chicago Kid accompanies K.R.I.T. in the subwoofer soiree, matching his indomitable swag and soulful tuning.– Kahron Spearman
Indie sweethearts Wild Child make you want to fall in love even though the local sextet delineates falling out of it. Touring North America in support of the third in a series of bittersweet LPs, Fools, frontpair Kelsey Wilson and Alexander Beggins possess a lovable onstage chemistry. His baritone ukulele, her fiddle, plus assorted strings and brass festivaled at Firefly and ACL Fest, but Stubb’s outdoors is one space they’ve been aching to headline. After waiting five years, it’s finally, and deservedly, theirs.– María Núñez
Reckless Kelly and Micky & the Motorcars rep Austin’s first family of roots rock.
Austin’s onetime Band meets ATX’s Dixie Chicks.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.” So said a supermodel once, but don’t let two decades of runaway cottage industry success turn you into a Bob Schneider hata. Dissenters cite 2015’s 3-EP King Kong Suite, with the Chewbacca-sized Triple AAA hook of “Han Solo” from Vol. II matched only by the concluding disc’s closer “The Unknown,” a would-be Jamaica smash from 1972. This ’tis-the-season extravaganza leans on the Tosca Strings and Schneider’s Harrison Ford-sized charisma.– Raoul Hernandez