Lots of elbows in the pit! It was a decent-sized pit, and at least a few people in the crowd seemed to be familiar with the band. Saw Aziz Ansari next to me doing the pogo.
Black Lip Cole took his penis out at the end.
Lots of elbows in the pit! It was a decent-sized pit, and at least a few people in the crowd seemed to be familiar with the band. Saw Aziz Ansari next to me doing the pogo.
Black Lip Cole took his penis out at the end.
That’s a Motorola Xoom Tablet. Looks a little bit goofy, right? A goofy tableau, right?
How about this:
Every single one of them filmed the entire set.
The Streets on Fire are the band. They were pretty good.
And it was good. Dig that stage presence. And that kid’s sweet Milo tattoo. And that other kid’s vintage Lookout Records tee:
Dirty Beaches, ladies and gentlemen!
Previously:
See ‘em? A little funny. A crowd of 30 or 40, and two of them show up identical?
Maybe Puma was handing them out at the gate.
Edwyn’s getting on in years, so he’d sat on a crate for the entirety of the rest of his set. But he got to his feet for the closer, just like you knew he would.
Shilpa Ray — she’s an Indian girl with soul-sister pipes, and she fronts basically a punk band in which she sings and plays some kind of janky old harmonium. It’s a killer mixture.
This video I took is not meant to be a primo concert film, but the sound is pretty good, and maybe it’ll give you a feel for what it’s like seeing Shilpa and Her Happy Hookers play at this club called Barbarella on a Friday afternoon at SXSW:
And lucky for us, she’s playing next Thursday at Bottom of the Hill!