Saturday SXSW Sleepers
Fri., March 18, 2016
Jonathan Terrell
7pm, Central Presbyterian ChurchAustin's Jonathan Terrell took a break from fronting the loud rockin' Not in the Face to return to that which first gained him recognition, a mix of country and folk with liberal use of Texas influences. Late in 2015, Terrell released the glimmering Past the Lights of Town and followed with residencies in NYC, Washington, D.C., and Philadelphia, and a sold-out tour of France. – Jim Caligiuri
Night Drive
8pm, Icenhauer'sAustin/Houston duo Night Drive brings soaring rock to its synth-pop, hardly unsurprising given singer Rodney Connell's former membership in the Eighties Brit-guitar-loving Motel Aviv. He and Brandon Duhon bonded over grief from a mutual girlfriend's demise, and have since played ACL Fest, opened for Chvrches, remixed Arcade Fire, and issued the EP Position 1. – Michael Toland
Aviateur
8pm, Trinity Hall at Old SchoolLots of modern rock bands are enamored of the Eighties presently, but Aviateur ignores synth-pop and dives deeply into the anthemic British guitar end of the pool, putting enough of a contemporary spin on the form to be less 120 Minutes and more modern alt-rock radio. The Austinites released first album Trends last fall. – Michael Toland
PMS & the Mood swings
9pm, TellersFormed by Habibi guitarist Lenny Lynch and drummer Karen Isabel in the wake of that band's compelling eponymous LP, this freshly hatched NYC sextet combines the hairspray-and-switchblade aesthetic of Sixties teen trauma pop with contemporary trash rock of fellow travelers like Shannon & the Clams. Saxophonist Micah Saccomanno adds a delineating It factor to the rumble. A full-length debut on Burger Records is forthcoming. (Also: Sun., 8pm, Palm Door on Sixth) – Greg Beets
Foot Patrol
9pm, Half StepIf you think a paisley funk band hinging entirely on songs about foot fetishism would have a limited catalog and shelf life, you're probably not from around here. Austin's Foot Patrol – led by blind frontman, keyboard wiz, and unabashed foot worshipper T.J. Wade – has been pedaling sonic podiatry for nearly a decade. Fifth full-length KTOES rides the "SOLE Train." – Thomas Fawcett
Miss Garrison
10pm, Maggie Mae'sNew single "Al Sol de Noche" came out March 1, and with it arrives a new sound for this Santiago, Chile, trio. Gone are the long-favored guitar lines used as the guiding force in their songs, replaced by synthesizers, which culminates in a cleaner, darkwave electronica. Genre-bending since their inception in 2008, swinging between punk and tamer, Local Natives-esque indie, Miss Garrison turns the page. (Also: Wed., 11pm, Sledge Hammer) – Libby Webster
Yo! Majesty
10:10pm, North DoorJwl B, Shon B, and Shunda K spit debauched, X-rated raps over banging electro club beats as part of the all-female Tampa trio Yo! Majesty. "Booty Klap" and "Kryptonite Pussy" prove the queer crew has mastered the art of the song title, but the latter remains their signature track because, well, how the hell do you top this: "I got that Kryptonite Pussy – yo' punanny betta make that money!" – Thomas Fawcett
Cory Henry
10:30pm, Cedar Street CourtyardCory Henry's day jobs include playing with Grammy-winning fusionists Snarky Puppy and producing everyone from P. Diddy and Nas to Michael McDonald and Kenny Garrett. The jazz/soul musician's first love was playing Hammond organ in church, hence latest solo album The Revival. Henry's also preparing a new record with the Funk Apostles for later this year. – Michael Toland
Better Person
11pm, Bar 96Post-rock ("free-folk") Sopot trio Kyst showcased at SXSW in 2011, but Berlin better suits guitarist/singer/synther Adam Byczkowski, whose debut EP hints at Neil Tennant as an altogether more ethereal beast. "He takes rather simple sounds and hypnotizes people with them, filtering the sound through people's hearts," wrote one Polish music journo. – Raoul Hernandez
Fotogramas
11pm, Soho LoungeAstral pop by way of Valparaíso, Chile, Fotogramas began as a solo project of Daniel Ciboulette before expanding to today's fourpiece lineup. Drenched in dreamy reverb and burying vocals in lo-fi effects, both their EPs and debut, 2014's Otoñal, include faint, mellowed-out traces of Broken Social Scene's whimsy, harkening to the roster of Toronto's Arts & Crafts label. – Libby Webster
Shurman
11pm, Saxon PubAfter a three-year hiatus, local alt.country foursome Shurman returned at the end of 2015 with East Side of Love. An intimate look at lead singer and songwriter Aaron Beavers' journey from deep depression to a rejuvenation through the band as family brought the band to a whole new level in terms of both songwriting and musical roots. That made things right. – Jim Caligiuri
Nitty Scott MC
11:10pm, SpeakeasyBrooklyn rhyme-spitter Nitty Scott MC is hard to pin down. Since arriving on the scene via a lo-fi viral freestyle over the "Monster" instrumental, the proud Afro-Puertorriqueña has channeled vintage Digable Planets on "Flower Child," rapped about aliens on the spaced out "U.F.O. (Unfiltered Offering)," and occasionally dropped fierce bars over boom-bap beats like ... oh, never mind: "I hate when they reachin' and try to compare me to Nicki. Maybe to Iggy – bitches you dizzy? My name be Nitty, got my own committee." – Thomas Fawcett
Tameca Jones
12mid, Continental ClubNative Austinite Tameca Jones finally released her debut, an EP called Naked. Over the past 10 years, she's developed a following with her distinctive interpretations of other people's music, which gained her a mic shared with Little Steven Van Zandt and Charlie Sexton at last year's Austin Music Awards' Ian McLagan tribute and a slot that fall at ACL Fest. She's a uniquely contemporary soul-pop singer-songwriter on her own and can be heard on Gary Clark Jr.'s latest LP. – Jim Caligiuri
Madame Ghandi
12mid, SpeakeasyKiran Ghandi is cooler and smarter than you. The "liberated boss madame" crammed for her Harvard MBA exams while flying between international gigs as the drummer for fellow desi M.I.A. Ghandi has also collaborated with Thievery Corporation and last year made international headlines for running the London marathon while "free-bleeding" on her period. She lays percussion and vox for Madame Ghandi with beat/production help from Alexia Riner. – Thomas Fawcett
Hikes
12mid, JavelinaMath rock can be clustered into a mélange of stereotypes: odd time signatures, erratic guitar melodies, and a technical prowess that takes years to master. Hikes checks all these boxes and more, yet there's an effortless and elegant quality to the Austinites' songwriting on their self-titled debut. Their sound slides between aggressive spurts of jumbled jazz chords and reverb-drenched melodies in a matter of seconds. – Alejandra Ramirez
Baby Shakes
12mid, BD Riley'sThis NYC power-pop quartet blends hyper-caffeinated Chuck Berry riffs with fizzed-up, Josie Cotton-pitched vocals in a manner that summons the urge to frug like a B-movie extra. Since their 2005 formation, Baby Shakes has supported multiple obvious forbears, including Paul Collins' Beat, the Undertones, and the Romantics. 2015's Starry Eyes brims with enough summery goodness to almost make you forget the sly tastelessness of their moniker. (Also: Sun., 9pm, Palm Door on Sixth) – Greg Beets
The Mystery Lights
12mid, Cheer Up CharliesFounded on California's Central Coast, NYC's Mystery Lights punch out a soulful take on Sixties garage revivalism that connects the dots from the Lyres back to the Shadows of Knight. Dynamo guitarist/vocalist Mike Brandon counteracts frenetic stage presence with the strategic phrasing of Young Rascal Felix Cavaliere. No wonder the quintet is the inaugural signee to Wick Records, Daptone's newly launched rock subsidiary. (Also: Sun., 10pm, Palm Door on Sixth) – Greg Beets
Tanya Stephens
12:10am, Palm Door on Sixth PatioFrom Sister Nancy to Lady Saw to Sister Carol, Jamaica has a long tradition of ladies who rule the dancehall. Tanya Stephens is squarely part of this legacy and has scored a couple of massive international hits with 1996's "Yuh Nuh Ready fi Dis Yet" and 2004's "It's a Pity." On her 2014 LP Guilty, Stephens confesses to the crime of killin' it with her rhymes. – Thomas Fawcett