At long last, Flipper returns to Austin. The San Francisco act known for noisy, crawling, fouled post-punk bestrewed with existential lyrics has announced an appearance at Levitation on Saturday, Nov. 7, with former Austinite David Yow, of Scratch Acid and the Jesus Lizard, handling vocals.
Like Robert Smith leading Joy Division, Turkish synth duo She Past Away makes instant converts wherever Volkan Caner (v/b) and Doruk Öztürkcan (k) touch down. Three dozen shows between now and the end of 2019 lands date number five at Elysium on Saturday. Long sold out, the performance proved enough to e-query the group’s producer, Öztürkcan.
Before Texas established its own chapter of the Recording Academy 25 years ago, Lone Star musicians and industry professionals were represented within the organization by the Memphis region. That meant underrepresentation in voting Grammys, but also that one of the biggest and most vibrant music scenes didn’t have a full seat at the table.
Scott Collins looks done for: marched through grasslands at gunpoint, shovel shackled over his shoulder like a yoke. One thing his executioner forgot, though. When making someone dig their own grave, never let them pick their spot.
In June, Stef Chura released her second LP on Saddle Creek Records, which reissued her 2017 debut Messes. Produced by Car Seat Headrest wunderkind Will Toledo, Midnight finds the Michigan DIY staple feverishly jostling for layered clarity. Witness it and her live on Sunday inside at Mohawk.
Here’s a list of things Vapor Caves are: They’re a gifted, Austin-based “boogie/modern funk” duo led by vocalist Yadira Brown (Keeper, 10yr, Lax) and producer BoomBaptist. They’re in the concluding stages of mastering a debut full-length, Feel Yourself, due later this year. They’re also upper-tier troll persons.
It’s a triple-digit afternoon at Willie Nelson’s 4th of July Picnic and I can’t wait to get into the air conditioning of Willie’s bus. You know the bus: holy ground, a rite of passage, one of the most notorious tour vehicles to ever endlessly crisscross American highways: the Honeysuckle Rose. But that’s not the Willie bus I’m getting on.