Celebrated jazz pianist in a special engagement.
Opening for Perfect Pussy last month at Mohawk, Feral Future proved Austin’s answer to White Lung, a punk band jacketing catchiness in razor-sharp riffs. “No Means Nothing,” first single from their forthcoming debut full-length, Haematic, summarizes the quartet’s attack and ethos: “Your eyes are darting all over my face. I’ve got my wolf pack, they’ve got my back. These girls are tougher than your feeble attacks.”– Andy O’Connor
It’s not “goodbye.” It’s “see ya elsewhere.” Cheer Up Charlie’s closes its doors on the Eastside and readies the moving vans for relocation across the highway at the former home of Club de Ville. The send-off stars Trail of Dead spin-off Midnight Masses; folk songwriters both gothic (Fray) and indie (Williamson); and Flying Turns, a fivepiece DJ crew partying till last call.– Chase Hoffberger