Tump

• Texas Platters Finale

  Last local music round-up of 2012

  BY RAOUL HERNANDEZ

• The Gorgeous Hands

  BY GREG BEETS

• Shortwave Party

  BY GREG BEETS

• The Well

  BY GREG BEETS

• Bitter Birds

  BY GREG BEETS

• Full Service

  BY GREG BEETS

• The League of Extraordinary G'z

  BY CHASE HOFFBERGER

• Nazi Gold

  BY KEVIN CURTIN

• Beto & the Fairlanes

  BY JAY TRACHTENBERG

• The Couch

  BY CHASE HOFFBERGER

• Residual Kid

  BY DOUG FREEMAN

• Hello Caller

  BY ABBY JOHNSTON

• Madisons

  BY JIM CALIGIURI

• The South Austin Moonlighters

  BY JIM CALIGIURI

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  EPs from Junior Brown, Mice & Rifles, Ben Livingston, and MaryAnn & the Revival Band

  BY DOUG FREEMAN

• Feral Future

  BY ABBY JOHNSTON

• The Sideshow Tragedy

  BY ABBY JOHNSTON

• The Sour Notes

  BY ABBY JOHNSTON

• Borrisokane

  BY GREG BEETS

• Opposite Day

  BY GREG BEETS

• Lower Class Brats

  BY GREG BEETS

• Texas Platters 2012

  Every single local record we reviewed this year

Tump

Jack Parker, Davie Murray, Jonah Holt, and Curtis Pierce are Tump, a big, chunky blues-rock outfit with plenty of meaty guitar hooks. Tump turns up fun music: sloppy drum fills, Parker's desperate-sexy whine, and dusty guitar snarls on boozy stomps ("Love My Death") and frantic, fiery, bang-it-out desperado ballads ("Creepy Liver"). That "they played that faggy jazz only New York fags play" is a little troubling, especially on a song called "Faggy Jazz." It's one of those rare moments when dumb fun coalesces into something ugly. There's a fine line between reveling in honest Southern pride, and simply looking like an asshole. Tump don't always end up in the right, but they're having fun. Focus on that and everything else falls into place.