(all photos by Ben Westhoff, see more below jump.)
Though South By Southwest wisdom says that if you can get into a show, itâs not worth going to, Saturdayâs Robâs House Records/Die Slaughterhaus/Douchemaster Records showcase featured both elbow room and raucous local punk.
Perhaps thatâs because it wasnât an official event show; a sign near the front door read, âNo wristband? No problem! This is Beerland, not SXSW.â
The Red River St. bar featured exactly what youâd expect from its name â cheap PBR and nudie pics in the menâs bathroom. Though it also featured acclaimed garage punkster Jay Reatard and Wax Museum, the concert focused on Atlanta acts, led off by Beat Beat Beat and followed by buzzworthy girl groups the Coathangers and Baby Shakes.
Blasting high energy synth punk, the Coathangersâ most striking member was perhaps keyboardist Candice Jones, whose flailing dyed blonde hair nearly obscured her white Eyes Wide Shut-style mask. At the end of the set, she led the charge in dousing the crowd with silly string.
âWhat are those bitches gonna do next?â yelled out a group member shortly before they trotted out their loved-and-hated ode to cleavage, âNestle In My Boobies.â
Though they did tequila shots throughout, Baby Shakesâ set was tighter and less rambunctious. Each member sported high heels, slinky dresses, leggings, bangs and dark eyeliner â with the exception of drummer Dave Rahn, who wore flats â and their Misfits-style pop punk went over huge. âThank you Texas, for making us too fucked up to stand in heels,â said bassist Claudia.
Gentleman Jesse & His Men may have not been as much fun to look at, and may have told a fib or two (âWeâre from Atlanta. Weâre called Ludacris,â said a double-duty pulling Rahn at the setâs front), but they absolutely killed it, particularly their anthemic âDonât Wanna Know.â
An island of sanity amid the networking nonsense of SXSW, the show thrilled a crowd too impressed to even check their Blackberries.
THE COATHANGERS
BABY SHAKES
GENTLEMEN JESSE & HIS MEN
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