As you read this, Austin is inundated with hundreds of bands looking for that magic carpet ride to stardom. They will play in greasy dives on Sixth Street and points beyond, hoping to be discovered by some drunken A&R slouch. These bands all need their hook, their special quirk that makes them stand out against every other garage-gospel-dub trio from Brooklyn or Portland or wherever it is that they come from. Some go to great lengths to hone a truly original sound and vision; others develop enigmatic and distinct stage shows; still others name themselves Steaming Wolf Penis and sit back at the merch table... More >>>