A Waterloo in-store was just what I needed – such happy early evening events with all of Austin’s finest gathered: semi-homeless guys there for the free beer, old hippies still glazed from too much acid, random music fans, and nonchalant Waterloo employees. This was not your typical in-store though: instead of the usual 3-song set, they played 5 or more; if they really weren’t plugged in, they sounded plugged in; and in contrast to the generally mellow vibe, this was a real rock show with dancing girls and stage-diving guitarists into the rack of CDs. They’re from San Francisco, they’re glam rock revivalists, and although they border on cheesy with alarming frequency, I think they might make it. They’re just so much fun. The musicians were proper rock stars with teased mullet-esque dos, tight black clothes and sunglasses indoors. The girls looked like burners in be-glittered and be-feathered finery, but their sexy-surly burlesque reminded me of The Flametrick Subs’ Satan’s Cheerleaders – I overheard them tell a fan after the show that they’re “really inspired by Vegas.” The lead singer has a genuinely great powerful voice, often singing in falsetto – he was also seemingly genetically blessed with the saran wrap lips that long-time-drug-using rockers get although he otherwise looked young. When he climbed on top of the railings surrounding the tiny stage and jumped off, an old guy next to me told his buddy, “Yeah, you can do that when you weigh 110 pounds.” Their sound was heavy-riffed glam rock – I kept hearing death disco but I probably imagined that because they’re from San Francisco, home to all my favorite death disco bands. While they had some catchy one-liners: “live fast and die beautiful” and “it’s not too late, we can still die young, it’s all the same” the songs themselves, and especially the lyrics, were trite and repetitive. They could do better. They had bubbles too.

Burnt Fur’s second show in a month was in the seedy underbelly of the Cantab Lounge, a place optimistically referred to as the Club Bohemia. Burnt Fur nailed an hour long set with their signature mix of electronic beats and industrial edge. The band was brilliant, tackling the jangly new wave track Redux and the sound effects-heavy Pixelated Black with the same aplomb. It took a couple of songs to find their groove, but once it clicked with the track Warm All Day from their first LP release Unfurl , the energy levels shot through the ceiling.

Fronted by Scott Harrison, he managed to channel his inner Siouxsie Sioux even on a minuscule stage at the Cantab. The foursome traded off guitar duties during their set and sole female Jean Kennedy even took a vocal turn on a sublime cover of The Cure rarity The Upstairs Room. Rounded out by Ian St. Germain and Patrik Tirda, the band pays homage to their pop sensibilities on tracks like Radiate. But the real highlight of the evening was the triumphant new track, Reverie, slated for their upcoming EP release later this summer.

Burnt Fur setlist
Strange Vacation
Radiate
Warm All Day
Redux
Reverie
The Upstairs Room
Cats
Homage
Vitriol
Pixelated Black

a lot of prep work went into this show: discussion, watching of the biography, etc. and it made it all the more exciting to see the actual 77-year-old man walking down the little aisle – the charm that won him 5 (plus?) wives is still apparent – he just opens his mouth and amusing folksy tales pour out, that’s his “ramblin’” part – the names of celebrity pals were dropped left and right (Kris Kristofferson, Woody Guthrie, etc.) – he’s a good guitarist, trained by Woody Guthrie and acting as mentor to Bob Dylan eventually, as informed by the movie – he doesn’t write too many of his songs and talked about the person who wrote each song before playing it – style ranged from bluesy to Guthrie-esque to Townes-esque folk-country – overly-delighted fawning middle-aged crowd that is typical to the Cactus Cafe – the downside was that Jack was struck with allergies or a cold and his voice kept getting scruffy to the point that he eventually cut his second set short – his first set wasn’t even that long -RamblinBoy reported that he actually played more songs than what he did in Marfa the weekend before possibly because he didn’t have enough of a voice to chat too much – we got to talk to him on the way out after waiting out a very old hippie who actually had a twig sticking out of his hair

the band was not the point, unremarkable blues band – all white, bassist was a young female which was nice, the point was the place! which was remarkable: 60-year-old shack of a bar that offered free chili and free condoms at the bar, no AC, a miniscule dance floor, and the best part was that there were whites and blacks and browns and rich and poor all co-mingling but – it was clear – it’s heading for gentrification and I contributed to that last night – my own personal Black Snake Moan episode, sweat and all

an accessible mix of post-punk, blues rock, glam, and punk n roll sounds but in reality proto-punk which makes them even more amazing: the sounds are rightfully theirs – basically a genuine classic old-school rock band insofar as the music, the talent, the stage presence and the look, especially Mick-Jagger’s-doppelganger David Johansen singing in his frilly shirt – only other original member of the band was Sylvain Sylvain in a little salmon-colored beret (he charmingly joined Black Joe on stage) – my favorite might have been the heavily eyelinered goth-esque guy on bass guitar who was wearing an incongruent pinstriped shirt and black vest and baseball cap (?) – enjoyed the lack of pretension and posturing – “Stranded in the Jungle,” “Personality Crisis,” original version of “Trash” followed by a reggae version of it

may be the most professional slick band I\”ve seen in Austin, and while that usually annoys me, it suits their music – they\”re local but touring in support of the New York Dolls – lots of soul, some wah-wah 70s funk and then some Chicago blues – a brass section of saxes and a trumpet, two guitars, drums, etc. etc. – whole assemble was having a good time – Joe Lewis\” voice isn\”t remarkable but he has a pleasing innocent fun demeanor on stage – he supposedly started as a blues singer in Austin with the likes of Scott H. Biram but found his success with the addition of the Honeybears