Hazy Highlights From This Past Weekend's Austin Psych Fest
Ed. Note: Austin Psych Fest brought the weirdos to the state capitol this weekend for sets by big legends like The Moving Sidewalks and small ones like Silver Apples. Our friends at DC9 at Night in Dallas, writer Jesse Hughey and photographer Tracie Louck, were there to brave the mud and reverb to bring you these dispatches.
Photos by Tracie Louck
Before that, Besnard Lakes and Vietnam had both built up the kind of droning, reverberating rhythmic grooves that set the mood for getting a good buzz on in beautiful Texas weather. Now it felt like we were somewhere else completely.
Super-hip Dallas couple Nathan and Erin Johnson shared their festival survival tips. "Because cell reception is terrible at festivals and everyone is trying to check the schedule, go to the schedule on your phone before it starts and get a screen capture of it so you don't have to connect every time you want to look at it," Nathan said. Erin suggested a big handbag that can hold the layers you shed or put back on as it warms or cools and hand sanitizer.
"If you're there with someone who's just obsessed with music, don't argue with them about the schedule," she said. "Just go along with them."
Warpaint's swirling, intricate guitar melodies building up into long instrumental breaks ushered in the dark. Pretty music, pretty girls playing it. A perfect festival night. After that, it alternated between the Raveonettes' funky, fun, horny rock and roll, the chugging, ponderous rumbling of OM and Black Rebel Motorcycle Club's set that was as hot as black leather in a stuffy garage.
Quintron & Miss Pussycat
Quintron, the one-man band on drums, lap-steel and organ overdriven through a Leslie cabinent, seemed to put more effort into any one song than they did in their entire song - which is no knock on either act. With Miss Pussycat smiling and looking like a cheerleader-turned-Etsy-crafter as the crowd batted balloons around, the thing had a very B-52's vibe that was the most infectiously fun moment of the day.
A few big drops of rain spearing the sky in front of the spokes of purple light swirling around Black Mountain during their classic-rock-meets-doom-rock was the last moment of beauty before the downpour.
Man or Astro-Man?
Man or Astro-Man? played their sci-fi surf-punk with a furious energy that belied how long in the tooth the band is. Surely they were energized by what had to have been one of their biggest crowds ever, as nearly the entire crowd tried to squeeze into the tent, the only stage that offered shelter from the rain for the crowd.
Said crowd included one completely nude and quite attractive young woman holding a conversation with a few guys who did an admirable job of keeping their eyes up.
Deerhunter's jagged, uncomfortable noise seemed to match the chilly, uncomfortable feel of a crowd that was by now mostly soaked with mud-bogged shoes. A particularly winning moment came when a car alarm loudly sounded backstage. Bradford Cox immediately took the blame, saying he recognized it as the band's van and admitting he didn't have the key fob.
"Let's just jam on that," he said, and after a few halting tries, the band settled into an improvised melody of staccato, chiming guitar notes darting in between the van's incessant honking. Eventually the alarm stopped, but they kept playing.
Walking in the parking lot away from the festival was a nightmare of sticky mud that felt like wet grout. People held each other up and stumbled as the swamp sucked away at their shoes and sandals.
Vehicles slung great gobs of it onto each other. A few college-age kids talked forlornly into cell phones next one that had slid into a barrow ditch, its rear wheels in the air and its hazard lights blinking.
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