For this review, I desperately wanted to find something new that I would love, rather than taking another walk down memory lane to revisit an old favorite, or finding something new that I was only lukewarm about. Unfortunately, given the cyclical nature of popular music, most of the things I like are deeply out of fashion at the moment. So I put a request out to my facebook friends (many of whom have more free time to discover new music than I do) for something that would land in my wheelhouse, a fairly narrow corridor that runs from melodic garage and punk, edges into shoegaze and psychedelia but only the more sprightly regions, and finishes up on the edgier fringes of power pop.
Have you ever had one of those songs that gets stuck in your head for days…weeks…years? Sure you have. These are the songs that always make the cut. The songs on repeat. We all have them. I have a ton. Welcome back to Endless Loop.
“Cheap Beer” by FIDLAR
I drink a lot of beer. Not in an alcoholic way or anything, I just like to sample a large swath of different craft brews from all over the country. I even write about it. That being said, there was a time before the craft beer explosion, before I had a little bit of extra income to spend on pricier lagers and ales, before I grew up a little, when quantity always outweighed quality. The cheaper the beer, the better, because that meant there would be more of it.
And our story, our adventure, our foray into the liver damaging, hipter sighting, ear piercing melee that is Austin during SXSW comes to its inevitable close. This city is going to smell like a dumpster that hobos urinate in for the next 48 hours, but eventually it subsides. The tents and stages come down. Beer is no longer free (but on the plus side, non-free beer is no longer marked up 50%). The vultures are circling. The circus left town. And in a year, we’ll all do this again.
I will not judge people based solely on their appearances. I will not let a stupid haircut dictate how I feel about a stranger. I will not mock. I will not sneer. I will not shake my head or slap it with an open palm. This is my mantra. SXSW is officially underway.