Being an amorphous, ever-changing beast, this month's model of EP&F features a different cast from its springtime incarnation, which sported Chris Searles and Jeff Haley as Fire. Nowadays, the Pig (aka Adam Bork) sits with his cozily tilted Strat beside Brad Fastener (aka Magneto USA's Miles Zuniga), who, according to Pig "plays a powerful good bass," while Kevin McKinney (ex-Soulhat lead singer) does his usual monkey business behind the drumkit. This lineup promises to change just as surely as will Earthpig's platform shoes and polyester shirts, so it's a must-see. And a must-hear.
The absurdity of Earth-pig's persona is matched only by the beauty of his guitar tone and the secret poignancy of his lyrics, which obsess about characters that could saucily step from one of Roald Dahl's children's stories - freaks, dirty bird little boys, and happy morons. "Who in the world is Earthpig?" asks a hard-to-find bumper sticker made by the Piggy's mum. Answers another resoundingly: "Earthpig is." Or as our favorite Pig lyric elucidates: "Well, I'm the Earthpig/And my belly's kinda big." Clear as mud. - Mindy LaBernz
In two years of local gigs, Brown Hornet has maintained a small-but-faithful following of friends and well-wishers that seems wholly independent from any of the many scene pigeonholes. This marginalization is partially due to the band's commitment to a free-form aesthetic. "I really don't want to learn too much about music because I kind of think it's a trap sometimes," says Poonstick. "There's another, more respectable road to take, but I didn't take it." Brown Hornet's road did earn the respect of New Orleans' Cutting Edge Music Conference, where they showcased with their Crescent City cousins, Lump. The band is also preparing for the winter release of a double CD with an additional 90-minute cassette thrown in for good measure. While such a prolific output is bound to have good and bad turns, Brown Hornet never stops to inspect the damage. They just keep on spewing forth frenetic energy in every direction until someone pulls the plug. - Greg Beets
And the music Rick and Dave started playing with guitarist Marty and vocalist Tristin is rare even in Austin punk circles: U.K.-style skinpunk minus the racism, stripping that most stripped-down of stripped-down rock stylings to its core of working class pride and big choruses. Along with the very Clash-like thrashings of Dead End Cruisers, they're drawing sizable enough crowds to local rock bars, backyard parties, and warehouse gigs to suggest there's an audience for common-man stomp-punk. And it's especially fun watching the Cov'rs mount the stage, looking a lot like the crowd they've just stepped out of (cruelly dyed-and-slashed denim and hair, studs, suspenders, big boots), tossing rock & roll posturing to the wind, letting their brute-force melodicism sing for itself. It's like seeing a slightly more sussed, Americanized Sham 69 rise in your own backyard, right down to their cover of "Hey, Little Rich Boy."
It's too soon to tell where it'll lead. Vinyl has yet to appear on the
horizon, which means the Cov'rs remain at present a fun night out. But a fun
night out is becoming increasingly rare in the eternally self-conscious Austin
rock scene, which has gotten even more fragmented with the dissipation of the
garage scene (which itself had
gotten ridiculously exclusionary), and which still suffers from the same fickleness which has always killed forward motion locally. If the Cov'rs, along with a handful of other punk upstarts, can help build something to counter those negatives, they'll be a true force. - Tim Stegall
Luckily, the shows Campbell speaks of are shows that also have Austin's industrial community talking - ever since an impressive Back Room crowd greeted Burn at their debut show last February. Burn co-founders Campbell and Mike Robinson, both contributing guitars and vocals and both formerly of Skrew, have since programmed a full set of MacIntosh-bred songs that when delivered by a rotating live band, which has featured members of Auschwitz 46 and the Skatenigs, literally does seem to be on the brink of chaos. But even with the industrial pedigree and promise of angst-driven sets, it was a well-circulated two-song demo, "Nail" and "Inflict," that quickly fueled the hype for both the scene's fans and an array of major label A&R types who've been fighting the mosh-pits to get their own first look - effectively making Burn's handful of shows since "showcases."
Campbell says that while they're waiting for the right label with the right follow-through approach to come to the table, the band's been writing, testing a new bassless incarnation, recording more demos, and trying to find replacements for a collection of musical and technical equipment suffering from ungodly amounts of live show wear 'n' tear. In October, the band will return from its hiatus with a live "ritual" perhaps heavier on bondage, the occult, and performance art. "Dealing with the labels and hearing about their setbacks as we discover more of our own is like bashing your head against the wall," says Campbell. "And the more we bash, the more we lose control, and ultimately it's all the more intense of a live show, perhaps bordering on spectacle." - Andy Langer
Their current lineup includes former Godjamnit guitarist John Wilson, bassist Jake Garcia (better known for playing funk/fusion), and drummer Chippr Tait. Together they still lay down good, solid tears-in-your-beer music; not "progressive" country or "young" country - it's just country, pure and simple, only cranked up to "11". On the band's This Carnival of a Life CD ("I was nursin' a broken heart/and avoidin' a Texas jail/So I took a job mindin' the carousel") they spice up their sound with the likes of 8 1/2 Souvenirs' Glover Gill on piano, Scott Blesener on fiddle, and a touch of steel guitar from Miss Xanna Don't & the Wanted's Larry Tracy. Live, they cut loose as a four-piece on songs with titles like "Match Made in Hell" and "Thirteen Unmatched High Heeled Shoes," though Tait describes a dream fifth member as "a female steel guitarist who can sing." Following a trail blazed by Johnny Cash and tracks laid down by Wayne "The Train" Hancock, the Walking Dead are currently holding Emo's regular Monday night country slot. And, as Walser might say, "They're gettin' those orange-haired kids ta dancin'!". - Ken Lieck
Russell, who formed the Gourds with his former Picket Line Coyotes bandmate, bassist Jimmy Smith (drummer Charlie Llewellin rounds out the quartet), happily says "Yeah, I think everybody knows what they're doing by now. I like country, but the others in the band aren't really that country. That's my influence. I would like it to be more country, but everybody in the band comes at this from a different angle. We don't want to be pigeonholed, and we don't want to become one of these bands that seems to mock country. You listen to old Carter Family stuff like `Wildwood Flower' or `Single Girl, Married Girl,' and those are good songs, not that hooting and hollering stuff." Although Russell says the Gourds' direction came independently of the aforementioned groups' rises to fame, he's aware of his place in a larger trend. "There's always a weird undercurrent of this stuff, people who like country but can't write Garth Brooks." - Lee Nichols
McAllum High School is where Breedlove's short history begins: McAllum and
bands called Rainshine, and Third Power. The former featured Dyer, and later
his cousin, guitarist Tyrone Vaughan
Fullerton ("no hypen between Vaughan and Fullerton," says the son of Jimmie Vaughan. The band gives him a collective look. "I'm experimenting," he informs them). Meanwhile, bassist Josh Dawkins and drummer Jason White - Billy's kid brother - were anchoring Third Power. Three months of rehearsals later, keyboardist Ezra Dawkins joined, and with him came the living room where they made their debut to family and friends.
What quickly ensued was a 21-song set list ("we have yet to work up a cover"), a peppering of local gigs, and management from Jan Mirkin (Ian Moore). Today, the young band is already veteran to the Texas touring circuit, having established a route that includes Denton, Waco, San Antonio, Lubbock, Abilene, and Dallas. "We get the best response in Dallas," says Vaughan Fullerton. Except for Austin that is, where the young band is pulling down crowds big enough to fill Steamboat on a Friday night. Could it be the magic word: Vaughan? "We haven't played that card yet," says the youngest limb of the famous family tree. "But people in Austin know [who I am]. They come out to see if I'm any good. If we can get them in the door, that's cool." And they are flocking through those doors. Later that evening, it's easy to see why. Locked into a hard-pounding groove that's equal parts Doors, U2, and all things blues, the band lurches through a two-hour set that never breaks momentum. Its one original after another, and they all sound studio worthy. The young, enthusiastic frat crowd agrees. A following is building and worship is growing. Arc Angels part two, anyone? - Raoul Hernandez
The band - Randall Stockton, harp/vox; Freddy Cruz, guitar; Kevin Wright, drums; and Jack Johnston, bass - takes its act on the road to North and East Texas with increasing frequency, and will open for Lou Ann Barton at Poor David's Pub in Dallas next month. Closer to home, the Headhunters have played Emo's, the Flamingo Cantina, and the White Rabbit, but their bread and butter remains their gigs at Joe's Generic Bar every Wednesday and frequent weekends. "It's a bit of a pain to say [to the alternative clubs] `We're the blues band that went over well,' " Stockton says. It's not a surprise the Headhunters go over well; they do for blues what perpetual Emo's fave Wayne "The Train" Hancock does for country: take it back to its roots while keeping it firmly rooted in the Nineties. It's also not surprising for a set list to contain songs by Ike Turner, Jimi Hendrix, Muddy Waters, Sonny Boy Williamson, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Willie Dixon, and Little Walter, as well as a healthy number of originals. It's a dirty job, this waiting for a break, but Stockton and the Headhunters are happy to be doing it. "Slowly but surely, we just plod away trying to take care of the music," he says. The rest, God willing, will take care of itself. - Chris Gray
"They aren't really roots," sniffed one reggae fan. "It's not like reggae was in the beginning." Well, "in the beginning" was around the time of the Beatles' Revolver. Ska, rock steady, and a horde of American and Caribbean styles formed the distinctive one-drop percussion and heartbeat bass of roots (and often Rastafarian) reggae. "We call ourselves `ragga' because we have a rougher down-to-earth style," says band leader and bassist Guno Ronde, late of Killer Bees, "and `massive' because our sound is massive. We play some roots, [but] we like crossover and hip-hop." With no apology. The bass can be a rapid popping, the drumming a sharp R&B backbeat, and the keyboard a bill of Sixties pop riffs. Cortney Audain (Timbuk 3) and MC Overlord are among the many guest artists who have appeared with the band. You get toasting, rap, dancehall, dance and roots. Did I say dance? On one occasion, Raggamassive featured two female exotic dancers. Dancers are a trend among touring acts. But unlike in Raggamassive, these dancers were choreographed and could belt out back-up vocals.
"That's out," says Ronde of the dancing. "We need to get professional dancers, and we're not there yet. It was something we tried and it didn't work." Ronde's honesty is refreshing and revealing. The seemingly simple addition of dancers means production. Can two pro dancers be found? Who will choreograph? We hope that the experiment resumes down the road. Meanwhile, Raggamassive has already shown both daring and a humbling acknowledgment of the outside world's creativity. Roots authenticity, best band, best crowd ... bollocks! Their goal is simple: "We're ready to rock Austin," sez Ronde. -Stephen McGuire
"Full-tilt-hillbilly-gospel" is how the group called the Magdalenes describe their sound. You listen, thinking maybe an old Austin band known as the Hickoids have somehow changed their wicked ways and found the big guy in the penthouse. "This has gotta be a joke," you think. The Mags speak of their live set on the Christian station KSAV and you laugh. They stare blankly at you. As they blast out a cover of "Satan Your Kingdom Must Come Down," you feel like that little bible belt kid again, only this time even more confused. You realize Dallas no longer has a lock on religion-inspired weirdness a la Reverend Horton Heat and the Church of the Naked Subgenius. It's a virus feeding on millenial madness. You ask the band for directions and they say "follow the path of the lord." Trundling down the road, you listen to a copy of the Mags' Yahweh or the Highway, realizing that on the path of righteousness you're never lost. Amen. - Joe Mitchell
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