"...alum Aaron Sinclair moved under his own truncated moniker in 2016 for Get Out of the City. The shift allowed the decadelong Austin scene veteran to fully embrace brooding indie rock, full of guitar nerd solos and power chord bursts that recall a time when it wasn't helplessly cliche to like the Black Keys..."
"...Graham opens a scholarly article in Giant Country that invokes Virgil, "Cotton and Classicism: George Sessions Perry's Farm Novel," which originally appeared in the Texas Studies Annual in 1994, by recollecting growing up on his family's cotton farm. "Although the machine made the work a little easier, the eternal verities of cotton farming remained: low prices; exhausting stoop labor under a broiling sun; threats from rain or drought; insects, both those that killed cotton and those that tormented its tenders; long days; dreams and broken dreams; and Johnson grass: anyone who has worked a cotton field in Texas is familiar with that most durable archenemy of man and cotton..."
"...Writer/director Meadows announces himself with an assertive montage of smashed windows, street riots, and Thatcher playing a game of Missile Command, then turns the movie down to a thoughtful simmer for the semi-autobiographical story of a descent from mischievous schoolboy to junior skinhead. Friendless – and fatherless from the Falklands War – Shaun (Turgoose) meets a passel of rude boys under a bridge, and at first it’s all fun and games: walking in slow motion to rock-steady music, wearing silly hats and romping around like wild boys, smashing shit in the many abandoned, lawless places available in town..."
"...2.” This kind of creative log-rolling is surely nothing new -- what would the tagline copywriters do were it not for the phrase “from the makers of”? Rogers, seated in the director's chair for the first time, has obviously studied hard at the Farrelly brothers' craft. He's served in one capacity or another on all four of their major films and their peculiar brand of high-brow/low-brow yuks has seeped into his cinematic blood..."
"..."Could everyone please SHUT UP!" bellows Cruella De Vil's shrill, meaner sister from somewhere inside the crowd. The Tosca String Quartet -- Leigh Mahoney and Lara Hicks, violins, Ames Asbell, viola, and Sara Nelson, cello -- continue their subdued second number..."
"...They define how to look at a sport. Like John Zimmerman defined the visual representation of basketball in the Sixties, or Neil Leifer revolutionized the imagery of boxing, Graham and her fellow Derby snappers had to define the visual language of the sport..."
"...KM: It was like this incredible flower bursting open or something!..."
"...(Indeed, Dukes expressed extreme frustration, saying that moving funds around and limiting access to those funds makes it look as though lawmakers are addressing the lack of women's health care funding and access without actually accomplishing much. She didn't want to be "selling wolf cookies," leading anyone to believe that the state is actually "making gains" when it comes to providing low-income women with access to care, she said.)..."
"...Orville Neeley, brow furrowed, lips narrowed, and arms flexed as he beats sixteenth notes like pistons firing, looks pissed. To his left, Graham Low speed picks a sturdy bass line that finds leverage in the distorted guitar of Andy Bauer, who stands calmly at the edge of the mayhem in front of him..."
"...I'd devoured both Raylan Givens novels years ago, Riding the Rap and Pronto. So was it the case then that you read the story and the series followed?..."
"...They liked it, and it stayed through the whole process, after so many other things got thrown away. It has a dark, low, strings quality..."
"...Incense lit and tarot cards laid out, we anxiously await the materialization of the Well’s debut full-length, Samsara. The soothsaying Austin threesome predicts a platter of Seventies-style, slow-and-low metal dropping in a month’s time..."
"...It seems peculiar, nay a massive oversight, that nobody has invented a specific term to describe the ever-growing library of modern horror films that deliberately evoke the mood, conventions, and tropes of Eighties independent low-budget horror. Case in point: VHS-inspired Beyond the Gates...."
"...Johnson follows and, with professional form, smacks a series of pitches to the back wall. I'm only saved by two balls hit so hard and high that they bounce off the overhead netting and come down inches short of scoring..."
"...And yet, once the electric folk of "No Return" jangles the Byrds on antidepressants, it's clear Galavis' third disc shakes a delightfully mixed bag. Full-on punk rock as reimagined by a Smiths fan ("Any Head"), a few attempts at following up the Velvet Underground's "Black Angel's Death Song" ("Paul's Phone Is Dead," "Bleed With Me"), and guest appearances from local luminaries ranging from A Giant Dog's Sabrina Ellis and Graham Low to avant percussion hero Thor Harris all rally the broad rockist ambitions of The Battery Line..."
"...QG: It was kind of back to the older band: me, Graham Low, and Matt Hammer did the core tracking. Shelley McCann from Knife in the Water sang a bit..."
"...By the time Tuesday evening’s line to get into the Main – rebranded Eno’s through Thursday in honor of its former incarnation as Emo’s and Spoon drummer Jim Eno – allowed entry, Austin’s Bright Light Social Hour were neck-deep in the lysergic emanations of the Beatles’ Tibetan Book of the Dead rewrite, “Tomorrow Never Knows.”..."
"...He formed the Dead Space with Hadden on guitar and Jenny Arthur on drums, then launched Nazi Gold in 2010 with Flesh Lights bassist Jeremy Steen and percussion guru Thor Harris, Steen's former high school art teacher. The following year, Galavis recorded Should Have Known You with Orville Neeley, garnering praise for its twang-tinged, lo-fi folk overtones...."
"...Side B, the Long Walk of Mr. Morrow, peaks with the Bowie-esque "Terrific Failure," riding the bow of Graham Low's haunting cello..."
"...If you've attended a Giant Dog show, shaking in the grip of their theatrical punk rock, angelic curl-topped guitarist Andy Bauer and tightly wound bassist Graham Low headbanging around Ellis like the thuggish twin offspring of Angus Young, plus recent addition Danny Lion slamming drums at the rear, you've witnessed whirling dervish Ellis alternately splintering hearts and spraying the front rows – and herself – with beer and various bodily fluids...."