I spent a good portion of Thursday night off the main campus, so the rockin’ was kept to a minimum. I did particularly dig Mobile, Alabama’s Wizzard Sleve, who put forth a scorching effort at Jaime’s. Their southern gothic punk hits hard, and the band found a bit of a frenzy on this particular night.
Also worthy was Brimstone Howl of Nebraska. Their’s is a high energy strain of punk as well, but with more of a traditional slant.
Having paced myself Thursday, I’m set up for an all-out finish to the second half of the festival. It will prove interesting.
SXSW Day Four: No Jacket Required
SXSW Winding Down, Tanlines Not
Fader Fort Will Suck Your Soul Dry
SXSW Day Three: Checking Off the Chillwave Checklist
And They Took a Seat at Thurston’s Feet
Fleetwood Mac Plus Sugarcubes Equals Twin Sister
SXSW Day Two: From French to Frauds
SXSW Day One: Toiling Amongst Un-Primitive Futures
No More the Moon Shines On Lorena