US - Texas - Full Moon 37 - 10/24/99
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I would like to think I keep a pretty good grip on things
happening around Austin,
but I know that with the inevitable ho-hum that infests all club-life, I
going out less and less. And since broaching the 21 year old
barrier, I find myself
going to clubs less to see bands and more and more to have
drinks, preferrably at bars
without groups, or at least groups that do not piss me off with
amps set to ear-bleed.
But even without strapping my guilts to such things as dive venues
delicious gin and tonics, there is the very real fact that very little
much less interesting music appears to be blossoming here.
So it was a shock to me as I came across a blurb for this Pavo
record, which while
being released through a UK label, claims to have its roots in
Austin. I mean, who the
fuck are these guys? Why has no one yet heard their names
whistled or hissed in the
black corners of Red Eyed Fly, or along the stone walls and
barbecue smoke of Stubb's?
Well that answer came along with the promo of the record, and all
was laid bare. These
two new cats, Jason and Jason, recorded the damn thing in new
Mexico, and then hoisted
their stakes up for the less barren pastures of Austin. While they
just missed both
The Hades Kick and Paul Newman (former busting apart, latter
themsleves pulling up for
the bright lights of Chicago), they are very much following a path,
and in the same
breath, a trend.
The music itself (which is what matters in a music scene,
right?) is politely
progressive and multifarious, springing out of guitar, drums, and
bass station. The ear
marks of post-rock are all present, standing around with arms
crossed, nodding in excelsior.
Tone hums, stilted sweet plinking, melodies and cymbal swishes
rotate like dropped wobbling
plates, circular, with one edge arising as the thother is afalling. But
structures (bombastic to lilting and back) soon become much like
a wobbling plate at the
end of time, achieving an inevitable stalled stillness and
The playing of Pavo is top-notch and fans of weaving lines and
erudite musicianship will surely find this to be a harmless chew,
with all bones, guts, throat,
and teeth removed. But until this trend blows over, I will continue to
find myself nursing
drinks in silent bars, listening for that blessed shout in the street
that is the new god.
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