Credit: Todd V. Wolfson

Since its permanent resurrection in the wake of SXSW Creative Director Brent Grulke’s death, the Wild Seeds have evolved into a guitar band. That’s not to say the catalog isn’t prominent. Any band with a songsmith as skilled as Michael Hall, a writer uncelebrated as one of Texas’ best only because he’s not a troubadour, will be known for its tuneage.

Credit: Todd V. Wolfson

Nevertheless, Thursday’s set on the Yard Dog patio emphasized the interplay between Hall’s Les Paul and Randy Franklin’s Stratocaster more than the former’s easy melodicism and subtle wit.

The show began innocently enough with the midtempo “Like a Fall,” featuring one of Hall’s prettiest melodies, but sweetness and jangle evaporated immediately as bassist Marcus Pina and drummer Joey Shuffield kicked into the driving rhythm of fierce rocker “A Girl Can Tell.” From that point until the last note, six-string roar ruled.

“I’m Sorry, I Can’t Rock You All Night Long” – the band’s “hit” – and an ingenious cover of Gene Clark’s “So You Say You Lost Your Baby” upped the ante considerably, yet the band hit its stride on the Velvet Underground groove of “Drive,” with the repetitive guitar figure hitting critical mass. Jazzmaster ace Jason Victor, on loan from Steve Wynn’s Miracle 3, joined the Seeds for an actual VU cover, an assault on the obscure “I’m Not a Young Man Anymore.”

Capping off the amp abuse, the Wild Seeds ended the set with “Captain Captain.” “I wanna go home!” cried Hall, so Franklin and Victor’s pyrotechnics took him there.

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Michael Toland started writing about music in 1988 on the Gulf Coast, moved to Austin in early 1991, and has inflicted bylines upon the corporeal and digital pages of Pop Culture Press, The Big Takeover, Blurt, Amplifier, Austin.citysearch, the Austin American Statesman, Goldmine, Sleazegrinder, Rock & Roll Globe, High Bias, FHT Music Notes, and, since 2011, The Austin Chronicle.