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.

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Photos by Tracie Louck
Friday
The sun setting over the Saharan desert music of Tinariwen marked for me the first moment that Austin Psych Fest truly felt like we were somewhere else completely. Tie-dyed kids, a guy in a curious mirror-and-disco-ball-bedazzled pink getup and the usual festival dirtbags in black concert tees swayed and spun to the hypnotic Malian African blues unwinding from the band's hand drums and acoustic guitars.

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.

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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."

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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.


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Quintron & Miss Pussycat
Saturday
Quintron & Miss Pussycat following Black Bananas in the Levitation Tent was probably the most drastic contrast of the day. Black Bananas' sleazy drug-rock was so loose that it was sometimes hard to tell if the band knew they weren't rehearsing as the guitarist, keyboardist/drum-machine dude and singer would turn away from the audience to drink or light cigarettes, letting their meandering melodies and mumbly vocals trail off into ambient noise.

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.


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Eric McPhail
Eric McPhail

I caught Black Mountain's show at Rudz Friday night, and if their performance was a reflection of the festival as a whole then it was a face melting good time.

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