So as the sun beats down on our already frazzled brain, one question overheats our overstretched noggins: Who will be playing Fun Fun Fun Fest 2011? Looks like we got a video clue Thursday morning, so break out your nautical flag books.
The rockabilly communities in Austin and Houston are in mourning today with the news that Charles R. Thomas II – better known as the front man for Chadd Thomas and the Crazy Kings – was found dead in South Austin yesterday.
Akina Adderley and the Vintage Playboys stopped by the Palm Door last month to bring their good time funk to the second ever Austin Chronicle Paper Cuts. If you missed the set from the Chronicle cover star, here is her performance of 'Attitude' (courtesy of our friends over at Austin Music Weekly.)
Twitter changed Michael Corcoran. The sharp immediacy of the micro-blogging platform seemed to spark a renewed vigor in his writing, resulting in blunt and often hilarious posts reminiscent of his earliest Chronicle work (see OTR). That's why it came as a surprise that the longtime local critic had accepted a retirement package from the Statesman.
After several sheets of glass fell out of the W Hotel and Residencies, owners Stratus Properties have announced that the hotel will remain closed while repairs are undertaken. However, ACL Live at the Moody Theater has confirmed that, except for tonight's Wine Down Wednesday, their shows will continue unchanged.
If you read Wednesday Rewind recently, you would have seen the staff of Waterloo Records scratch their heads over black metal band logos in the Record Store Olympics. But how do actual purveyors of super-heavy music do when faced with the same challenge?
Considering the number of practitioners it has attracted, there still does not seem to a suitable descriptor for the current wave of super-heavy, super-slow, super-precise bands. Post-rock is not quite right, post-metal seems dismissive, and downtuned is too broad a term. Doom jazz, anyone?
Metalcore fans had a choice at last weekend's Chaos in Tejas: Everyone could get to see a little bit of Converge, or a few people could see a lot. What they got was all the Salem, Mass., mayhem they could take, crammed into a half-hour flurry of gut-punch classics.