One More Time

The Dung Beatles

Emo's, Sunday, March 16 There's something reassuringly revolting in having a band obsessed with feces playing the unofficial SXSW wrap (crap) party. It's as if the festival, many of whose staffers stood proudly watching numbers like "Felch!," "Really Got a Load in Me," and "Piss Bowl," was saying thanks to the industry for all the money and the interesting haircuts, but don't let the cab door hit your ass on the way out of town. After all, what better band to get that point across than one that reimagines pre-Pepper Fab Four from a decidedly ass-centric point of view? "I never said our shit was bigger than Jesus, I just said 'Jesus, that's a big shit,'" was but one example of the scintillating stage banter. To their credit, if you can call it that, the local coprophiliacs have begun demonstrating a sort of range, branching out into other base-level bodily functions. "Thicket to Wipe" dealt sensitively with menstrual difficulties, while "My Ragin' Wood," introduced with "We were saving this number for our solo album Band With the Runs," reflected serenely on the never-ending heartbreak of venereally inflamed genitalia. Obviously not caring about any potential damage to their indie rock reputations as they bopped along to "Cracks Man" were Britt Daniel, Shane Bartell, and the Golden Arm Trio's Graham Reynolds, as well as members of Winslow, Dumptruck, and the American People, plus SXSW bigwigs Brent Grulke and Roland Swenson. After five days of all manner of SXSW insanity, and months of meticulous planning before that, all anyone wanted to do was bask in the warm brown glow of no longer having to give a shit. The only thing left to do Sunday night was take one.