SPOOOOOON!



This Saturday we took a posse to Emo's at Austin all in the name of rock 'n roll. In retrospect, we ask: was it worth it to arrive back in BCS at 4 in the morning, sleep deprived and slightly grouchy? You better believe it, boys and girls. Even though faux glam/cock rockers like Velvet Revolver are somehow still holding it down on VH1 (sidebar: how is Scott Weiland still alive? And Slash must be on, like, his eighth liver), Britt Daniel (above) and company are still crafting meticulous, nuanced rock songs that would be chart toppers in a better world.

Last night they were even better than when we last saw them. Emo's was absolutely packed (sold out in fact), and the band noted that we were a part of their largest hometown crowd ever. So it makes sense that they were in good spirits:



But seriously, they played a perfect set: long and varied, including "car radio" which we requested repeatedly was thankfully on the agenda four or so tracks from the criminally underappreciated "series of sneaks" about half of "girls can tell" and everything off "kill the moonlight" except for about three songs. Add to this five (or so) killer new tunes, and a pair of decent opening bands and you've got a great show all around. Michelle even got a guitar pick.


Dead Whale Tide


At the after party (w/Break Yo Sef Records)*



* uh, not really