Alabama Shakes—Back Like They Never Left

📍Moody Center — Sept. 25, 2025
Written by Krysta Ayers / Photos by Erick Hernandez 

I first saw Alabama Shakes, from far away, during ACL in 2015. They were performing on the Honda Stage, tiny figures punching out nostalgia-filled rock ‘n’ roll melodies with Brittany Howard’s voice bellowing over the sea of people. They played an “early” (read: not main headliner, the sun was still out) show that year, performing their newly released Sound and Color album. 

A decade later, I watched on Saturday as the Athens, Alabama-based band performed in a setting specifically designed for them, on a stage that mimicked a private garden at Hampton Court, as part of their reunion tour across North America. 

There is no hiding that Alabama Shakes are from the South. Band name aside, the twangy accent is as solid as a bar of gold in Howard’s mouth and is the foundation for her vocal range, whether going into a falsetto or digging deep into her belly for a baritone key. She tells us, early into the set, that the band plays “this kind of music” because it’s what they could all agree on—it hinges on the Southern, Black influence of rhythm and blues and rock ‘n’ roll, and it’s the perfect mechanism to drive home the all-too-real lyrics penned by the band. 

The set opens up with a twangy guitar riff as they jump into “Hang Loose” off their 2012 album, Boys and Girls. Howard, keeping the tracklist see-sawing from that album to 2015’s Sound and Color, then dedicates “I Found You” to “anyone who had to wait a long time to find someone to love them.” The peach-colored lights beamed across the stage with the illusion that the band, specifically Howard, were the only ones in the room. I could have lived in that moment forever. 

Howard later tells us that she used to be a “mail lady” before success came to the band and gave her job a “three-hour notice” once she got the call that changed her life monumentally. And so in a hotel room, with a guitar in hand, she wrote “This Feeling.” She plays it on stage with low-key drums, a steady bass (played by Zac Cockrell), and her familiar guitar plucking, her backup singers providing subtle soulful harmonies. She takes a bow when she finishes, and then raises her hands over her head in victory—gratitude and triumph wrapped into each other. 

They play “Joe,” then this year’s single, “Another Life,” which is a soulful blues track featuring a classic R&B drum beat, wailing guitars that accompany the verses, and pleading lyrics asking a lover for a chance to try again. 

The back half of the main show (that is to say, before the encore) was just as epic and groovy as the first. I wondered how time, a social construct as it were, could have passed so quickly—it seemed that as soon as it started, it was already coming to a crashing, robust end. With songs like “Rise to the Sun,” “Someday,” “Hold On,” “Sound and Color,” and “Don’t Wanna Fight,” it was jam-packed with finger-snapping bangers that kept us on our feet the whole time. The latter, “Don’t Wanna Fight,” was so powerful; the shrill scream at the beginning of the song immediately placed goosebumps on my arms. 

With a grandiose finish, they played “Gimme All Your Love,” and Howard’s vocals battled it out with the rhythm guitar to see which could be more forceful. When the band stepped off stage, the crowd proceeded with the longest, loudest encore cheer I’ve ever had the pleasure of hearing. (My brother, the next day, still claimed to have sore arms from all the clapping.) 

The three-song encore ended with “Always Alright” and an unwavering conviction that Alabama Shakes doesn’t have to prove anything—they exist, they are thunderously fucking good, they are Southern rock, and they are always going to be alright. 

Hickeys, Cars, and 'Murder on the Dance Floor' with Royel Otis

📍 Stubb’s Amphitheater — Sept. 20, 2025
Written by Krysta Ayers

Photo by Josh Guerra

On any given Saturday night, Austin’s Red River district is swollen with live music at teeming venues, but that was especially so last Saturday for Royel Otis. For night one in Austin of Royel Otis’s Meet me in the Car tour (to play their new album, hickey), Stubb’s seemed to have successfully bat-signaled every fan in the area; it was a sold-out show.

The line wrapped around the venue even after the doors had opened an hour prior, and the supporting band, an excellent London-based indie rock band called bby, were a good deal into their set before the rest of the fans were inside. 

Photo by Josh Guerra

Based in Sydney, Australia, Royel Otis is a duo of Otis Pavlovic and Royel Maddell, touring with Tim Ayre on keyboards and Tim Commandeur on drums. The large screen behind them was their sole stage decor, and it displayed various statements and demands: “(this is a song about being homesick),” “MOODY,” “(dance with the person standing next to you).” They hardly needed to tell the crowd anything since they responded of their own volition with scream-singing, dancing, and cheers. 

Photo by Drew Doggett

The band played “Headed for the Door,” from their 2024 album, PRATTS & PAIN, and the catchy tune “Kool Aid” from 2023’s Sofa Kings album. For a relatively “new” band (they started in 2019), they are tight with their live playing; they have carved out a cool synth-pop-indie rock sound that would be appreciated by anyone who loves Phoenix, The Drums, or The Beaches. 

Off their new album, they played tracks like “who’s your boyfriend,” “car,” “moody,” and “come on home”—a forlorn tune asking a lover to not let it be over, they’ll be waiting. Pavlovic’s voice is almost whisper sweet, like he’s beckoning the crowd to get closer for a better listen. Maddell hides behind his long blonde hair, apparently a signature move for the man of mystery. He lets his guitar skills be the star.

Photo by Drew Doggett

Airing out their woes about love in these new (and old) songs, the duo also included the covers that launched them onto our radars: “Linger” from The Cranberries, that they slowed down and made more melancholic stripped down to Maddell’s guitar and Pavlovic’s breathy vocals, and “Murder on the Dance Floor,” by Sophie Ellis-Bexter that keeps the dance-centric vibe of the original with more kick drum and snazzy guitar for effect. 

Photo by Josh Guerra

My (humble) belief is that if a band can sound just as good as their recorded album, they’ve got talent deserving of a multi-city tour. And if they sound even better when they’re live, then you need to drop everything to experience the magic first-hand, because that band was made for a live show; in their most raw form, they are at their best.

That’s the case for Royel Otis. They’ve brought their personal brand of indie-rock to the States, and the world, and everyone should see them live.

Photo by Drew Doggett

Austin Screams Along With Y’all Out Boy

📍3TEN at ACL Live — Sept. 19
Written by Clinton Camper

Friday night at 3TEN ACL Live felt like stepping back into the mid-2000s—except with better beer options and a slightly older crowd who somehow still remembered every lyric. Austin’s own Y’all Out Boy had the room packed and sweaty, running through Fall Out Boy’s From Under the Cork Tree in full, front to back. It didn’t feel like watching a cover band; it felt like being part of a room full of people who never let go of their emo phase—and never wanted to.

The moment the guitars hit on “Our Lawyer Made Us Change the Name of This Song…,” the floor shook. Standing near the middle, all I could hear were hundreds of voices drowning out the band. A guy next to me tried filming the first three songs before finally giving up, shoving his phone into his pocket, and screaming until his face turned red. That’s when you know it’s a good night.

When “Sugar, We’re Goin Down” landed, the energy spiked even harder. A group of friends a few rows in front of me linked arms and shouted every word like it was 2005 again. One drink went flying into the air, and while I couldn’t see their faces clearly through the crowd, I imagine the eyeliner was smudged and the smiles were wide—pure joy in getting to scream those songs together again. During “Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year,” someone sang with eyes closed, head tilted back, like they were right back in their bedroom with posters on the wall and headphones blasting too loud.

“Dance, Dance” was chaos in the best way. People bounced off each other, the entire back half of the floor moved like one big wave, and a guy in a Taking Back Sunday shirt tried climbing on his friend’s shoulders before nearly crashing—saved at the last second by two strangers who caught him. Messy, communal, and exactly how these songs are supposed to be experienced.

What made it all work was how loose and playful the band kept it. They weren’t pretending to be Fall Out Boy; they cracked jokes, leaned into the absurdity, and played it straight when it mattered, giving the crowd permission to scream until their voices gave out. Between songs, they grinned at the mayhem, almost daring everyone to get louder.

By the time they closed with “XO,” people were drenched in sweat, hugging friends they’d lost in the crowd, and smiling like they’d just been dropped back into their teens. Walking out into the humid Austin night, I heard someone say, “That felt like high school, but better.” And they were right. Y’all Out Boy didn’t cover From Under the Cork Tree—they made it feel alive again, in a room full of people who never stopped loving it.

Caroline Kingsbury & MARIS: Queer Tag-Team Performance Blasts Us into Space

📍3Ten at ACL Live — Sept. 17, 2025
Written by Krysta Ayers

Give Me a Tour opens up with a Star Wars-like voiceover that introduces a “lesbian alien” and “bisexual astronaut” who are in a galaxy far, far away. Caroline Kingsbury and MARIS are sharing the stage and tour as headliners—the first time for both of them—and the format is refreshing and vibrant and cohesive: both have similar sounds to make the back-and-forths like a seesaw, instead of like oil and water trying to share a bottle. 

The motif: space. The unifying power: queerness. (But also: vulnerable lyrics, unapologetic movement, and the vocal power of your fave pop princesses.)   

When Kingsbury started off her portion of the show, I wrote “Chappell Roan” in my notes app. Her voice, her style, and her sense of self seemed modeled and expanded on from Chappell’s influence. She is also as colorful (hair, clothes) and demanding on stage as Chappell. Later, when Kingsbury and MARIS did a quick Q&A during a break, we learn that Chappell is one of Kingsbury’s queer icons. Fitting.  

When MARIS comes on and belts out her notes, I open my notes app to write “voice like Paramore,” in reference to Hayley Williams. She may be short, but the vocals pack a punch, especially when she hits high notes at the end of her tracks. Tonally, MARIS sounds very similar to Williams. When she answered the queer icon question later in the show, she said Freddie Mercury and David Bowie. 

Kingsbury and MARIS take turns with the stage for the most part, coming together in the middle to play an epic acoustic cover of “Pink Pony Club” and at the end to play their joint track, “Give Me a Sign” (which they used to open the show as well). And because they’re sharing the stage, they also share a guitarist (Andrew) and drummer (Tiger), the only other people on stage with them. 

Kingsbury played new tracks “Shock Treatment,” “Chocolate,” and “Pain and Pleasure.” She intros one song by saying, “This song is for my ex and it’s called, ‘I Really Don’t Care,’ but I really do care!” It’s an ‘80s-esque synth and drums combo that could easily be confused for a Robyn song. Her voice is earthy, weighty, and loud—it’s powerful even over drum fills and guitar rhythms.  

Both artists excel at using their emotions to connect authentically with their fans. In fact, someone in the crowd does cry during MARIS’s “Chameleon,” about trying to be the perfect version, a fake mold, of whatever the other person wants. She (a Virgo) and Kingsbury (a Leo), are the perfect “space cadet” weirdos to grace the stage and sing about womanhood, queerness, and finding love. Songs like Kingsbury’s, “Kissing Someone Else,” and MARIS’s “It’s Hard (to be a man)” are anthems for the spectrum of feelings and levels of confidence we can feel at any moment. Their music is made for the late-night, close-friends-only karaoke sessions or drives.  

The individual artists were dynamic separately, and a force together. The vocal chops from each were impressive, especially when extending equal energy into dancing and marching across the stage.  It was a sapphic tour of immense fun, genuine love, and acceptance—and, as is the case with many shows that come through first in a small venue, they will soon return to a bigger one, which will sell out immediately, and everyone will rue the day they didn’t see them intimately at 3Ten. 

Catch the Vibes, Feel the Noise: Our Levitation 2025 Preview

Written by Clinton Camper

LEVITATION is just around the corner and we can’t wait to check out its new home at the Palmer Events Center. This year’s move brings more room to stretch out, 360° visuals, two main stages with no competing set times, a vendor village, immersive art, and more from September 26–28.

The lineup is loaded, but these are the sets we’re making sure not to miss. Here’s when and where you can catch them.

Friday, September 26

Rickshaw Billie’s Burger Patrol
📍 Outdoor Stage – 4:40 to 5:20 PM
Austin’s own fuzz-fueled trio bring the riffs with equal parts power and humor, a hometown favorite that sets the weekend off right.

The Armed
📍 Outdoor Stage – 8:20 to 9:20 PM
Detroit’s genre-bending hardcore collective are pure chaos onstage. Expect an unrelenting, high-energy set to cap Friday night.

Saturday, September 27

Model/Actriz
📍 Outdoor Stage – 3:20 to 4:00 PM
Confrontational, raw, and magnetic, Model/Actriz deliver art-punk intensity that’s bound to stand out in the daylight hours.

Blonde Redhead
📍 Indoor Stage – 4:00 to 5:00 PM
Dreamy indie legends weaving nostalgia and elegance, their hypnotic sound is made for Levitation’s immersive production.

The Raveonettes
📍 Outdoor Stage – 6:40 to 7:30 PM
The Danish duo’s fuzz-drenched noir pop makes its long-awaited Austin return. Their comeback is one of Saturday’s most anticipated moments.

La Femme
📍 Outdoor Stage – 8:20 to 9:20 PM
French psych-pop that’s colorful, stylish, and unpredictable. Their set is sure to feel like a technicolor dance party.

TV on the Radio
📍 Indoor Stage – 9:10 to 10:30 PM
Back at last, TVOTR close out Saturday night with their mix of soul, art-rock, and indie anthems. A headliner you’ll want to stay planted for.

Sunday, September 28

Daiistar
📍 Indoor Stage – 1:30 to 2:10 PM
Austin’s own neo-psych risers open Sunday with fuzzed-out hooks that carry the city’s psych torch into the future.

Frankie & The Witch Fingers
📍 Indoor Stage – 4:10 to 5:00 PM
Relentless garage-psych energy and a wild stage presence. This is one of those “don’t blink” sets.

Upchuck
📍 Outdoor Stage – 5:00 to 5:40 PM
Atlanta punks bringing fire and fury. Their raw, pit-starting energy will be unmatched.

Being Dead
📍 Outdoor Stage – 6:30 to 7:20 PM
Playful, strange, and totally Austin. Being Dead’s quirky garage-psych will be the perfect offbeat highlight of Sunday evening.

Beyond the Music: Vendor Village

Levitation isn’t just about what’s happening onstage, the Vendor Village is a festival within the festival. This year’s curated lineup of local and touring creators brings together vinyl, vintage, art, and more:

  • Feels So Good – records, merch, and Austin culture staples

  • Death By Audio – legendary gear and effects from NYC

  • Room Service Vintage + Passport Vintage – curated threads with character

  • Birds Barbershop – festival-ready cuts and fresh looks

  • Driptone Records – vinyl crate-digging paradise

  • SeanPanik – unique prints and artistic flair

  • Howdy Ceramics – handmade, Austin-crafted pieces

  • Elianna’s Art + Chelsea Screename – original art and design

  • Dawn + Dusk Jewelry + Ax+Apple – jewelry to elevate your festival fits

  • Jello Mom – vintage finds and colorful statement pieces

The Vendor Village is the perfect spot to recharge between sets, pick up a one-of-a-kind piece, or just soak in the creative energy that makes Levitation more than just a music festival.

After Dark: Levitation Night Shows

When the Palmer Events Center winds down, the party spills into downtown and beyond with Levitation’s legendary night shows. These late-night sets are where you’ll catch artists in more intimate club settings, stretching out and trying new things. Here are the ones we’ve circled:

  • Beach Fossils – Wednesday 9/24 @ Mohawk
    Dreamy, jangly indie rock in one of Austin’s most iconic open-air clubs. Expect sing-alongs and good vibes under the night sky.

  • Boy Harsher – Thursday 9/25 @ Stubb’s
    Darkwave intensity in one of Austin’s best amphitheaters. Expect pulsing beats and haunting visuals.

  • The Dandy Warhols – Friday 9/26 @ Mohawk
    Psychedelic rock veterans bringing decades of cult classics. A perfect way to stretch Levitation into the late night.

  • PUP + Jeff Rosenstock – Saturday 9/27 @ Radio East
    A punk double-header of cathartic chaos. PUP’s big chants and rowdy energy meet Jeff Rosenstock’s DIY anthems for one of the most unmissable night shows of the festival.

Final Thoughts

Levitation’s move to the Palmer Events Center unlocks a whole new experience structured to catch every band during the three-day fest. No compromises, just music, community, and discovery.

👉 Stay plugged in: follow ATXconcert, the official Levitation, and the Levitation Spotify playlist so you don’t miss a beat.

So, Austin — who’s at the top of your list this year?

Aloe Up Close: Soulful Storytelling at 3TEN

📍3TEN at ACL Live — Sept. 12 
Written by Perrin Boyd

Aloe Blacc kicked off his 2025 tour on Friday night at 3Ten Austin City Limits, setting the tone for the road ahead with a show in one of Austin’s most intimate venues. Known for his soulful voice and uplifting lyrics, Blacc gave the small crowd a performance that felt personal, direct, and engaging. Every seat in the house felt as though you could talk to him and engage with him personally.

The Grammy-nominated singer wasted little time delivering the hits that made him a household name. Songs like “I Need a Dollar,” “The Man,” and the Avicii collaboration “Wake Me Up” drew loud singalongs from the audience, with many fans joining in word for word. The close setting of 3Ten amplified the energy, turning the show into more of a shared celebration than a standard tour opener.

Blacc also took time to spotlight the artists who influenced him. He paid tribute to Bill Withers with a heartfelt version of “Lean on Me,” which stood out as one of the night’s most memorable moments. He later covered Marvin Gaye’s “What’s Going On,” giving the classic a respectful yet flawless delivery, and surprised the crowd with his own soulful take on The Mamas & the Papas’ “California Dreamin’.”

Throughout the night, Blacc made the audience feel less like spectators and more like collaborators. He encouraged clapping, singing, and even call-and-response moments that turned the room into a choir. Between songs, he spoke with warmth and humor, sharing stories about his journey, his influences, and the power of music to bring people together. In a venue as intimate as 3Ten, those conversations felt personal, as though he were speaking directly to each person in the crowd.

As the night went on, the show highlighted both his versatility and his consistency. Whether delivering his own chart-topping hits or interpreting classics, Blacc’s vocals remained smooth and flawless.

For fans, this was a rare opportunity to see an international artist in a small venue where every detail was up close. If the Austin performance is any indication, Blacc’s 2025 tour will be defined by connection, authenticity, and a reminder of why his music continues to resonate with audiences around the world.

Twin Voices, One Heartbeat: Amistat at 3TEN

📍3TEN at ACL Live — Sept. 11
Written by Clinton Camper

Walking into 3TEN on Thursday night, it felt less like a concert and more like stumbling into someone’s living room — if that living room was packed with fans hanging onto every word. Amistat, the German-born, Melbourne-bred twin brothers Josef and Jan Prasil, didn’t just perform; they invited us into their world.

From the moment they stepped on stage, the room shifted. Their voices locked together in those uncanny sibling harmonies — the kind that make you forget where one ends and the other begins. You could feel the crowd’s attention snap tight during the opening notes of “Love and Light” — whispers and shuffling died out instantly, replaced by wide eyes and quiet awe. One woman in the front row mouthed every single word, and the rest of us weren’t far behind.

The night was a blend of heartache and hope, anchored by songs like “Parley” and “The Wheel”, where the lyrics seemed to hit a collective nerve. During “Shape of Everything”, I noticed a couple in the corner with their heads pressed together, swaying as if the song belonged only to them. And when they performed “Love and Light”, the entire room sang back the chorus so loudly that the twins had to step away from the mic, letting us carry it. It felt like a shared secret between strangers.

What made the show remarkable wasn’t just the music — it was the way Amistat used silence and softness as weapons. Between songs, they joked with each other in the easy, shorthand way only twins can, drawing laughter from the audience. But when the guitars and piano swelled again, the room snapped right back into stillness. At one point, you could’ve heard a pin drop — until the last chord rang out and the place erupted in cheers.

By the end of the night, it was clear we hadn’t just witnessed a gig. We’d been let in on something rare: two brothers turning their personal bond into sound, and in doing so, giving everyone in the room a piece of it.

Night Cap: One More Epic Night at Stubb's

📍Stubb’s Amphitheater — Sept. 12 
Written by Krysta Ayers / Photos by Drew Doggett

With a name synonymous with the age-old ritual to end a night with one more drink, Night Cap, the local alt-rock band headlining Stubb’s on Friday night, fits the description perfectly: one more song, one more album, one more…is exactly the desire they provoke with their combination of honest lyrics, fun music videos, and catchy tunes. 

When Night Cap first played Stubb’s in 2018, it was a sold-out show played indoors on a stage tucked underneath the stairs of the famous BBQ joint. They followed that performance up last year, after the release of their first album (a self-titled project), which they played on the outdoor amphitheater stage—also a sold-out show. 

Their sophomore album, It’s Happening, will be released on Sept. 26, but until then, the band has been riding a wave of momentum and tours, teasing the new songs while the release date looms ahead. (They did a spring tour named after the album name in April, then toured through Dallas, Houston, and San Antonio in June.) Friday’s show was like the pre-game for their upcoming fall tour, which will kick off in November. 

“We recorded the album right before we went on that [spring] tour,” Alex Alfonso, Night Cap’s bassist, told me as we sat at a picnic table backstage at Stubb’s. Roughly an hour before they were meant to start their show, Alex led me backstage to join Ryan King (vocals/guitar), who had just finished his vocal warm-up, Adrian Ayala (keys), and Jake Bomgaars (vocals/guitar). 

“Tonight will be the first time playing eight of the 11 songs that are on the album,” said Ryan. “We want to play all of the new stuff for the town that we live in and it’s kind of reflective of how we started this band and came up with this city, and have spent so many nights playing shows…It’s cool to showcase this brand new music to our closest friends, and family, and fans,” he adds. 

The energy backstage belied a seriousness that was as earnest as their lyrics, and it is clear that they intend to make bigger moves (they tell me they’re interested in Tiny Desk, Triple J, and anything involving Cheryl Waters). 

It seems to be the trajectory they’re on.

With minutes to spare before they head on stage, Ryan says of the setlist, “I think a lot of [the new songs] are immediately easy to resonate with for a lot of people.” 

And the crowd responded with great support. The band played “Say Your Name,” an unreleased track that was pulsating and powerful, and the crowd danced along easily. The bandmates were chameleons, able to blend genres and embody the music wholly, a hard thing to look away from. 

The equivalent of a warm hug under that starlit sky were Jake’s and Ryan’s harmonies on songs like “Honey.” And Jake’s guitar solo was performed with pedantic control of each string; it sounded even better than the studio recording. 

They played “Doctor Love” and “Like That,” singles from the new album that are available to stream already. The latter, an indie-dance anthem that we all need. They also brought out friends on stage—Slenderbodies, one of the opening bands (whom Ryan said the album would have been impossible without), as well as Ross Brown on violin, and Justin and Will on brass, from Big Wy’s Brass Band.

The setlist was performed with a pragmatism seemingly in direct contrast to their right-brain sensibilities and lyrics. They play with the maturity and precision gained over years touring. They paused in between songs only to thank the crowd and rally them to shout a “Happy Birthday” to Jake. In a relatively short career, they’ve amassed a robust number of songs, and they seemed to include enough of their old favorites while still playing a majority of their new tracks.

The band played “Glimpse” and then ended their encore with “Lady of the Moon,” a beautiful song that showcased their ability to genre-switch into something reminiscent of a cool night listening to Durand Jones and the Indications—or at least a tune that could have been used for the Grease soundtrack—and “Eileen,” an upbeat track with hard-hitting drums and an energetic melody. The energy was incredible ‘til the very end.

Pre-show, the band spoke of their fulsome appreciation for bands like Kings of Leon and Coldplay, and their inspiration was apparent in the band’s stage presence, concise control of their pen, and their ability to evoke strong emotional reactions to their songs.

The show was the perfect culmination of years of hard work in the studio, collaborating, and getting into the rhythm of each other. Family and close friends who have seen the evolution of Night Cap up close can best understand Adrian telling me backstage, “It’s cool to see [these songs] go from a friend’s backyard to a headlining show.” Shifting from the intimate to the broader world stage is something that Night Cap is just getting started on—and with their keen sense of who they are and desire to “chase the truth” in their music, they will undoubtedly have the world saying: one more.

The Hives Forever, Forever the Hives 

📍Stubb’s Waller Creek Amphitheater — September 8
Written by Krysta Ayers / Photos by Drew Doggett

When Chad Michael Murray asked Lindsay Lohan, “You like The Hives?” in 2003’s Freaky Friday, I was a middle schooler who was instantly validated: Oh, I do have “good” music taste. Fast forward 22 years, and The Hives have kicked off their first show of the North American leg of their The Hives Forever Forever the The Hives tour, right here in Austin.   

Clad in matching black suits with white trimming and scarves in lieu of ties, the five-member band was the epitome of showmanship on stage—decorated with oversized balls (contain your laughter) that bore their name. With humor, and with the energy they must have kept on reserve since first forming in ‘93, The Hives gave Austin everything in an epic performance. 

“The Hives play fast,” lead singer Pelle Almqvist said, “and if you come to a one-and-a-half-hour show, it’s actually 7 hours.” The band did indeed play quickly—but not rushed—through their never-ending discography of songs: in just over three decades, they have released seven studio albums plus one live album (Live at Third Man Records). And they are back as if they never left.

Pelle told the crowd, before launching into “Walk Idiot Walk,” that the song was played live for the first time at Stubb’s in 2004. A full-circle moment. It’s punchy and loud and quintessential to the sound the Swedish band has mastered; garage rock that is noisily unapologetic in both lyrics and rhythm. 

The band members’ alter egos were on full display. Vigilate Carlstroem, on rhythm guitar, and Chris Dangerous, on drums, matched the bouncy, sweaty energy of Howlin’ Pelle at every beat. Pelle told the crowd he loves being a Hives fan and that he’s counted “2.5 million” of us in the audience, the beginning of the hyperbolic language he would sprinkle throughout the show.

They played “Rigor Mortis Radio,” “Main Offender,” and “Bogus Operandi,” and zippered the familiar tunes between new songs from the tour’s eponymous album (released Aug. 29 of this year): “Enough is Enough,” “Born a Rebel,” and “O.C.D.O.D.” The latter is a peak mosh pit tune that no one took advantage of. 

The band slowed things down for a dramatic instrumental intermission of sorts. “As a Hives fan, I live for these moments: feeling anticipation for no reason,” Pelle quipped. In the background, Chris Dangerous kick-drummed a steady beat, and we waited for a crescendo or a segue into a song we could sing along to. 

It came in the form of “Hate to Say I Told You So.” Nicholaus Arson, lead guitarist, played with rabid finesse, and bassist The Johan and Only was punchy and dynamic in his delivery for the backbone of the song. 

“Countdown to Shutdown” provoked the kind of frenetic buzz best likened to underground clubs with sticky floors and laconic bartenders.

The audience, presumably fans since at least the early aughts (as far as I could reasonably deduce with my own eyes), danced for as long as their knees would allow, clapped along, and parted like the Red Sea when Pelle jumped down to join the crowd. 

The three-song encore ended with a victorious, arm-pumping goodbye. The band played “The Hives Forever Forever The Hives,” and invoked a call and response with the crowd like a last conversation.  

The only upset was that the Monday “school night” meant the neighborhood noise ordinance was an absolute buzzkill to the rock party that could have gone on all night. 

BABYMONSTER’s K-Pop Sparkle Hits Fort Worth

📍 Dickie Arena — September 7, 2025
Written by: Clinton Camper

Image Credit: YG Entertainment

Sunday night at Dickies Arena was pure K-pop sparkle. BABYMONSTER may be the “babies” of YG Entertainment, but the energy they brought to their first world tour was already superstar level.

They rose dramatically from the stage in shimmering white-and-gold outfits, silhouettes glowing before they launched into “Sheesh” and “Batter Up.” Introductions felt like meeting new friends for the first time — except thousands of MONSTIEZ were screaming at the top of their lungs.

The moment “Click Clack” hit, the catwalk became a runway, the crowd jumping and waving those devil-horn red light sticks like possessed little lanterns. Fans were decked out in glowing horns and monster hats, locked into every beat like they were in a trance.

Image Credit: YG Entertainment

A clever intermission showed trainee-era clips (hello, Last Evaluation nostalgia) before the girls flipped into solo covers that proved just how individually stacked this lineup is:

  • Rora melted us with “Somebody You Loved.”

  • Pharita’s “What Other People Say” was ethereal.

  • Asa absolutely devoured “Godzilla.”

  • Ruka stomped through “GWOLA,” then teamed with Asa on the fire rap “Woke Up in Tokyo.”

  • Chiquita poured heartbreak into “Traitor.”

  • And Ahyeon? Straight goosebumps with “Dangerously.”

Image Credit: YG Entertainment

During “Dream,” thousands of red monster sticks swayed in perfect unison — a soft, glowing ocean moment that gave chills. Another outfit change later, the girls re-emerged in baby-pink, sparkly coquette looks for “Billionaire,” bows and ruffles sparkling under the lights.

The stage setup was simple (a big screen, a rising platform), but the visuals — clouds, sparkles, attitude — kept the focus fully on the girls. The loudest screams? Definitely for Pharita, the blonde bias magnet of the night.

And then the roof just about flew off when BABYMONSTER covered their big sisters BLACKPINK’s “Kill This Love” and “As If It’s Your Last.” Chaos. Ferality. Light sticks swinging, voices cracking, pure catharsis. By the time “Forever” rolled around, the whole arena felt like it might lift off. But that wasn’t the end. The girls slowed it down with “Love In My Heart,” slipped off stage, and left us screaming ourselves hoarse in the dark.

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Of course, BABYMONSTER weren’t done yet. They stormed back for a glowing encore, running it back with “Sheesh” and “Batter Up,” adding the playful swagger of “Drip,” the cathartic bounce of “Forever,” and finally closing the night with the sweet, collective sing-along of “Stuck in the Middle.”

They may be new, but they’re already dangerous. The oldest member, Ruka, is only 23, and you can feel that the whole crew is still growing right alongside their fans. In one pre-recorded video, they giggled about wanting to check out museums, motor sports, the Stockyards, and of course dig into some Texas BBQ while in town — a sweet reminder that behind the sequins and spotlights, they’re still just girls exploring the world together.

That mix of larger-than-life spectacle and down-to-earth charm is exactly what made BABYMONSTER’s Texas debut so special. It wasn’t just a concert — it was a baptism into the next wave of K-pop: dramatic, emotional, and utterly euphoric.

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NBA YoungBoy Shakes the Moody Center to Its Core

📍 Moody Center — September 5, 2025
Written by: Perrin Boyd

Friday night at the Moody Center in Austin was absolutely insane. NBA YoungBoy turned the whole place into pure chaos - in the best way possible. The arena was completely sold out, every seat filled, and even before he came on stage the atmosphere was electric and unlike anything I’ve seen. People were screaming, chanting his name, phones in the air, waiting for that first beat to drop with the whole arena lit up from flashes. And when it finally did, it felt like the kind of performance people will look back on as a marker of just how massive NBA YoungBoy is. For me personally, it’s up there in the rankings for concert of the year, and honestly, I’ve never seen anything like it.

YoungBoy is from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, and his story has always made his music hit different. Rising from a difficult upbringing, he turned his pain and experiences into verses that resonate with millions. He’s been through so much, and you can feel that raw honesty in every song. Culturally, YoungBoy is in a league of his own right now. He’s one of the most streamed artists in the world, often dominating charts with little mainstream promotion. His newest album, MASA, represents another milestone further proving he’s not going anywhere soon.

Let me tell you about this setlist—over 40 songs. Yes, 40-plus. I don’t know how he did it, but he barely stopped to breathe. The crowd went crazy for everything: “Kacey Talk,” “Right Foot Creep,” “Nevada,” “Games of War.” When “Outside Today” and “I Came Thru” dropped, the whole arena felt like it was shaking. What blew me away most was how everyone knew every word. Thousands of people rapped along in perfect sync - it gave me the chills.

The production of the show matched the intensity of the music. Lights, smoke effects, dancers and bass made every track feel larger than life, but the real spectacle was YoungBoy himself. His presence on stage felt life changing to the fans. Everyone in the arena was captivated and yelling their favorite parts to every single song. The Moody Center is huge and Youngboy made the building feel larger than life. I can’t emphasize how unbelievable the crowd was throughout the whole show - truly a once in a lifetime experience.

The night also reminded me just how much of a cultural impact YoungBoy has right now. His fanbase is on another level. People don’t just listen to his music - they live it. His songs are about real pain, survival, and pushing through, and you could feel how much that mattered to everyone in the room. His influence isn’t just about streams or numbers - it’s about how deeply he connects to a whole generation.

Walking out after the show, I was still buzzing. It honestly felt historic, like I’d just witnessed something that’s going to stick with me forever. I’ve been to plenty of shows this year, but nothing compares to what went down at the Moody Center on Friday. It was a reminder that YoungBoy isn’t just making music - he’s shaping culture, influencing lives, and leaving a mark that’s impossible to ignore.

SG Lewis Blends Heart and House in Austin

📍 ACL Live — September 5, 2025
Written by: Clinton Camper

SG Lewis has long been one of electronic music’s most versatile forces — a producer, songwriter, DJ, and multi-instrumentalist who’s as comfortable behind the decks as he is fronting a live band. On Friday night at ACL Live, he showed Austin just how far his artistry has stretched. His latest album, Anemoia, is a shimmering blend of disco, house, and soul, and hearing it come alive onstage was proof that these tracks were built for moments like this.

From the opening notes of “Back of My Mind,” the room was moving as one. The band gave Lewis’ sound a full-bodied edge — live drums driving the rhythm, bass adding warmth, synths shimmering under his vocals. Early favorites like “Costa” and “Aura” set the tone, a reminder of how naturally he merges lush grooves with dancefloor energy.

As the set unfolded, the connection between artist and audience only deepened. Lewis has an ease about him on stage, often smiling or leaning into the crowd as if he was just as grateful to be there as the fans who packed the Moody Theater. He let the music breathe, building long, hypnotic stretches that felt more like an experience than a performance. When “Memory” swelled, voices echoed back at him in unison, filling the hall with a chorus that seemed to blur the line between stage and audience.

The new Anemoia songs landed with impact. “Something About Your Love” was pure euphoria, its disco pulse turning the theater into a late-night club, while “Fever Dreamer” felt like a communal release — the kind of track where you look around and see every stranger next to you caught in the same wave. The production shimmered, but the live instrumentation gave it grit and weight, proving that Lewis’ music doesn’t just work in headphones or clubs — it thrives in big rooms with bodies in motion.

He didn’t shy away from older fan favorites either, sprinkling them throughout the set to keep longtime listeners locked in. Tracks like “Chemicals” hit with the same rush they always have, reminding everyone just how many corners of the electronic world Lewis has explored over the years. Each song bled seamlessly into the next, the transitions carrying a DJ’s precision but always keeping the warmth of a band playing live.

By the encore, Lewis had the crowd locked in. “Baby Blue” slowed things down into a dreamy haze before “Lifetime” closed the night with soaring catharsis, sending everyone back onto Willie Nelson Blvd still humming the chorus. People lingered outside, reluctant to let go of the energy that had just filled the theater, a sure sign that they’d witnessed something special.

What makes SG Lewis stand out is the balance he strikes — his roots in club culture are obvious, but his live shows prove he’s building something bigger. It’s music for dancing, yes, but also for feeling. On September 5 in Austin, he reminded us why electronic music on a stage, with a band, and with a crowd this locked in, can feel absolutely electric.

Anarchy in Austin: Yungblud’s Riotous ACL Live Takeover

📍 ACL Live — August 30, 2025
Written by: Perrin Boyd

On a restless Labor Day weekend night in Austin, the walls of ACL Live shook under the sheer force of Yungblud, the unapologetic rockstar from the UK whose rise has been nothing short of meteoric. More than a concert, his performance felt like an assembly of outsiders reclaiming joy on their own terms. The venue was packed to capacity, shoulder to shoulder with fans who came not just to hear music, but to live inside the chaos, catharsis, and electricity that only Yungblud can create.

From the moment he jumped onto the stage, every ounce of his body seemed charged with kinetic energy. He kicked things off with “Hello Heaven, Hello,” an opener that instantly set the tone for the night. The track’s explosive power hit like a jolt of adrenaline, and the crowd erupted, screaming back every lyric as if the song had been written for them. He tore through fan favorites like “Fleabag” and “Lowlife”, each track punctuated with his signature mix of punk ferocity and pop wonder. With the sold out crowd matching every ounce of his energy, fists raised, and voices straining to keep pace.

Yungblud thrives on connection, and it was clear he wasn’t interested in simply being watched; he demanded participation and energy.

Midway through the set, the energy shifted into something more intimate and reverent. Yungblud paused to honor one of his idols, the late Ozzy Osbourne, whose passing had left a void across generations of rock fans. With the house lights dimmed to a soft glow, he spoke about Ozzy’s influence - not just as a musician, but as a cultural force who gave power to the misfits and the misunderstood. It was clear the tribute came from the heart, and the silence in the room carried as much weight as the sound.

Then came the moment that has since made him viral: Yungblud’s raw and vulnerable cover of Black Sabbath’s “Changes.” Stripped down and aching with sincerity, his voice cracked in all the right places, reminding the crowd that behind the glitter and riotous energy is an artist unafraid of showing raw emotion. Fans swayed together, some visibly moved to tears, as the performance blurred the lines between tribute and personal confession. In that moment, it was all about honoring Ozzy - recognizing how music binds generations and becomes lifelines.

But Yungblud is not one to linger in the shadows for long. Almost immediately, he jolted the room back into overdrive, hurtling through old and new favorites with the same reckless abandon that has become his trademark. And when it came time to close, he chose a statement piece: “Zombies” from his newly released album Idols. The song’s biting lyrics and explosive delivery brought the night to a climax that felt both urgent and celebratory, a powerful reminder of Yungblud’s evolving artistry and his ability to channel raw chaos into something unifying.

By the time the lights came up, ACL Live was buzzing with the unmistakable afterglow of something special. Fans spilled out into the Austin night buzzing with adrenaline, having witnessed a performance that honored legends, celebrated the misfits, and cemented Yungblud as a true rockstar of his generation. The Labor Day weekend had given the city a night to remember - a night where music, passion, and rebellion collided in perfect, unforgettable harmony.

Ethel Cain Turns Moody Amphitheater Into a Southern Gothic Communion

📍Moody Amphitheater — August 26, 2025
Written by Perrin Boyd

On a late-summer night in Austin, the Moody Amphitheater became the perfect backdrop for Ethel Cain’s The Willoughby Tucker Forever tour. The open-air venue, framed by the city skyline, carried an almost cinematic quality that matched Cain’s Southern Gothic storytelling. Cain has steadily built a reputation as one of indie music’s most distinctive voices. Her breakthrough album, Preacher’s Daughter, established her as a storyteller blending indie themes with sweeping, cinematic sound. Cain continued to expand that vision with the release of her latest album this month, Willoughby Tucker, I’ll Always Love You - mixing old sounds with newer songs that hint at what’s next.

Cain’s voice was the anchor of the night. It could be soft and fragile one moment, then strong and commanding the next. Songs from Preacher’s Daughter carried their familiar ache, with the audience singing along to every line. The sound was vast without being overwhelming. Guitars and synths blurred together, drums rolled like distant thunder, and her voice floated above it all. The open design of Moody Amphitheater let the music breathe, stretching out into the warm night air.

The visuals stayed simple but striking. Cain stood mostly in shadows, bathed in deep reds, blues, and whites. With little more than shifting light and her own presence, she filled the stage with an atmosphere that felt both haunting and comforting. The night sky overhead added to the experience. The performance felt suspended outside of time, as if Austin itself had slowed down to listen.

As the night drew to a close, Cain saved her most anthemic moment for last. American Teenager rang out across the amphitheater, pulling every voice in the crowd into one final, cathartic sing-along. The song’s bright energy contrasted with the darker moods before it, leaving the night on a soaring, communal note.

Cain played songs from her new album with intensity and emotion. Nettles built slowly, drawing the crowd into its haunting atmosphere. Fuck Me Eyes felt raw and personal, with the audience moving along to its confessional energy. She finished this part of the set with Waco, Texas, a dramatic song full of vivid storytelling and dark, emotional depth.

What made the evening unforgettable wasn’t just Cain’s catalog, but the way she carried it. A queer artist who often folds her Southern religious upbringing into her work, she transforms personal history into something shared. At Moody Amphitheater, she made thousands of strangers feel like confidants.



Phone-Free and Awe-Struck for 'Abi & Alan'

📍Moody Theater @ ACL Live — August 24, 2025
Written by Krysta Ayers

On Sunday, the heavens parted at night for a sold-out theater where lucky ticket holders were taken to church with Erykah Badu and The Alchemist. It was the final show of their Abi & Alan Luv is… tour, which gave audiences the full experience of their upcoming album in full before its release on August 29. 

As part of the exclusive, first-listen experience, phones were locked away in crossbody Yondr pouches. We were to be present and attentive and unable to leak any part of the show, no matter how much of a brag it would be to post about being in the same room as Erykah Badu, the Queen of Neo Soul. 

And after witnessing Erykah Badu wax poetic with a live band (The Cannabinoids) and producer The Alchemist, and the lights gradually came back on, my brother, my plus one for the show, leaned over in awe and said what I was thinking: “What are you going to write?” 

How does one capture the holy experience and magical collaboration of the pair? Those were Grammy award-winning producers and artists on stage that we all had the pleasure of watching.  

The stage, with expert delivery, was set to replicate a living-room-turned-studio type of situation. Rugs were laid out, as well as a vinyl shelf with lava lamps and trinkets. It gave the allure of intimacy, as if the thousands of us in attendance were casually invited to this studio session or house party with a live band. Or like we were voyeurs, getting a peek into how these songs were made through their studio windows. 

All the musicians wore black on stage, sitting or standing behind their instruments, which included keyboards, drums, laptops, and drum machines. A tall screen in the middle of the stage, which separated Badu and the Alchemist as if they were in their own rooms, flashed with the track titles of the songs being sung. 

Their single off the anticipated album, “Next to You,” was played—and sounded notches more intense, groovy, and hype than it sounds on Apple Music. For one, both of them left their “rooms” to pace and energize the crowd from center stage. So apparent was their joy of doing this collab; how insanely happy they were to play this work of art for the tenth and final time before the album release. 


Other tracks included “Apostle,” “Echos,” “Valentine,” and “Black Box,” a song emblematic of the woes and nuances of living in our phones. A catchy song titled “Witch Doctor” (or maybe it was “Witch Craft”? I can’t confirm, since the album track list isn’t public) called to attention the trouble with being brainwashed by the media, a talking point relevant in any decade. At one point, we were coming together to sing affirmations with a song called “I Know that Man.” We were healed at the Church of Badu. 

The show was a music lover’s dream. And thank goodness there weren’t phones to obstruct views or distract us from the intimate show in front of us. Badu’s voice is as powerful as ever, and The Alchemist’s erudite construction of beats complemented the soul singer like a lighter to a joint. 


The album will be out this Friday, August 29. Badu will start another tour, the Mama’s Gun Tour, in October, making a final stop in Dallas on December 10.

Rock is Alive and Well with Vision Arcade

📍 3Ten @ ACL Live — August 23, 2025
Written by: Krysta Ayers 

I recently saw a meme that read something like, Men should put down the podcast mics and start forming bands again—and I’m here to report that the bands are being formed again. How lucky are we? 

One such band is Austin-based Vision Arcade, which played a show on Saturday and shared the bill with fellow local bands, Rococo Disco and Flight by Nothing. In a great aural production, we were reminded why attending the local shows is always a good decision.

With a start, Vision Arcade declared the return of rock ‘n’ roll like we were in an early-aughts teen drama with a surprise musical guest (The O.C.’s Bait Shop had The Walkman, One Tree Hill’s TRIC Nightclub had Fall Out Boy…). And with their own twist on the genre, the four-member band—Max Robison (guitar), Rory Kendall (vocals + guitar), Connor Torres (drums), Evan Brock (bass)—is amplifying everything that is right with the rock genre at this moment.

Playing the show to launch their very first vinyl release (a compilation of their best singles), Vision Arcade had a setlist that spanned their career, highlighted the best of their talents, and gave me frisson (a beautiful phenomenon where your body physically reacts to music to give you chills/goosebumps). 

In a musical haze, I witnessed as the band played “Spaceman,” “Youthful Heart,” and “Crazed.” Their sound hinted at The Black Keys, Cage the Elephant, with a little bit of the upbeat and infectious melodies of The Vaccines.

When the band played “Lay Alone” from their 2024 EP Crazed, Rory’s voice moved down an octave for a sultry delivery of the question, “Why don’t you come grab me? / Afraid you’ll stab me?” Connor added punchy drum fills. Evan, on stage in sunglasses, kept the groove cool, and Max’s and Rory’s guitars played high-energy, funky hooks. With “I’m Gone,” Rory plucked his guitar with Willie Nelson’s brand of twang and sang about driving out of Austin. It was a slow shift in pace that head-bopped with every dramatic thump of the beating kick drum. And while these tracks might not be mentioned in the correct order (my phone notes are only semi-decipherable), each track solidified the band as a group to watch out for. 

The eponymous “Crazed” gave Max space to play along his guitar neck, and the wails behind the chorus gave us a sweet introduction to the power and control he displayed for the rest of the show. What a delight to see this live, as well as 2023’s “Hey Honey,” (an immediate favorite), which provided a guitar solo from Max that hyped up the crowd. The way each member played off of each other for that song, while Rory, with keen vocal control, pleaded for his Manic Pixie Dream Girl to love him and “come break my heart,” was impeccable. 

Whether it was Evan’s bass controlling new sections or keeping time of the song with a steady groove, or Max and Connor using their instruments to give the songs their dynamic characteristics, or Rory wielding his vocal range…they made space for rock ‘n’ roll to breathe and be fun again.

I’m so glad the guys are forming bands again.  

Go listen to Vision Arcade.

Long Live Regina Spektor

📍Moody Theater—Aug. 5, 2025
Written by Krysta Ayers

Photo by Shervin Lainez

Under a lukewarm spotlight, Regina Spektor sits behind her piano, her back toward half the crowd, wearing a long white dress which accentuates her ethereal presence, and plays her Midsummer Daydream tour. The crowd is thick with millennial fans who have kept Spektor’s music alive with nostalgic Spotify playlists and burned CDs that were made with the help of Limewire. She taps gingerly at her instrument, and instantly the crowd is swept into the dreamy state of Vans sneakers, painted-on jeans, and layered polos. 

Some of Regina Spektor’s songs are older than UT’s sophomores. I say this to remind myself, and maybe others, that 1) this is a seasoned pro we’re talking about; she has an extensive catalog as an incomparable songwriter and 2) 2009 was not, as a matter of fact, just five years ago. But that’s the year we’re immediately taken back to when Spektor opens up with “Folding Chair” off her 2009 album, Far. Without a supporting band, the song is stripped from the album version’s production, but it does not lack in punch. 

As a one-woman show, Regina Spektor makes any instrument not in her hand superfluous to the songs she recorded for studio albums. 

Spektor also reminds us that her songs are irreverent, sweet, clever, and as imaginative as ever. Her unseriousness is also intact—bolted and silly-stringed inside a piñata. She sings “Reading Time with Pickle” with earnestness, with quick piano notes that dance in the air and vocals that are sharp and clear, and full of inflections. 

The inflections hold us captive. She sings “Better,” and we try to sing along, shyly, because we’re unable to keep up. The same thing happens when “Aprés Moi,” “Us,” and “Fidelity” are played. 

Something magical happens when Spektor plays the piano, keys, and guitar. She is ubiquitous with her talent, and we were (literally) seated in awe as witnesses. She grabs her guitar to strum out the rhythmic notes of “That Time” off her 2006 album, Begin to Hope, and I wish the crowd joined in as she said her boxes of tangerines were “cheap and juicy!” but alas. Instead, we all bob our heads, grinning like millennial teenagers, and tap our feet along to the infectious music. 

And just like that, the show was over. Spektor did a quick, one-song encore with “Samson” and the crowd roared and clapped politely before filing out to end their Tuesday night. And though she didn’t play “Consequence of Sounds,” she played a fantastic list of her epic songs to satisfy any millennial heart or introduce herself to new listeners. 

Two Decades On, The Fray Still Hits Hard

📍 ACL Live — July 26, 2025
Written by: Perrin Boyd

Downtown Austin was humming on Saturday night as The Fray brought their How to Save a Life: The 20th Anniversary Tour to ACL Live. Stepping onstage to a sold-out crowd, the Denver band immediately set the tone for a night that felt less like a victory lap and more like a genuine reunion between old friends. With Joe King now taking over lead vocals, there’s a new spark running through the band — one that still honors the heart and soul that’s kept fans close for nearly twenty years.

From the first notes, it was clear The Fray hadn’t strayed far from their roots. The piano-led arrangements, the steady pulse of the rhythm section, and those soaring, heart-tugging melodies were all there. The setlist balanced the big moments with the deep cuts — staples like “How to Save a Life” and “Over My Head (Cable Car)” sat alongside fan favorites such as “Little House” and “Vienna.” Even newer tracks like “Hurricane” and “Love Don’t Die” slid in seamlessly, proof the band is still adding chapters to its story.

The emotional peaks came in waves. “Look After You” and “Never Say Never” wrapped the room in a collective hush before giving way to swells of applause. When “How to Save a Life” arrived, the band barely needed to sing — King often stepped away from the mic entirely, letting the crowd’s voices fill the room. It wasn’t just nostalgia; it was a shared moment, like the song belonged to everyone there. Midway through, they slipped in a surprise — a cover of The Cranberries’ “Dreams” — and the crowd lit up, singing along to every word.

What stood out most wasn’t just how tight they sounded, but how unforced it all felt. There were smiles between bandmates, small glances of acknowledgment, and moments where the music seemed to take even them by surprise. The songs carried the same intimacy they’ve always had — the kind you can hear alone on headphones, but that somehow expands and deepens when shared with thousands of others.

Two decades on, The Fray still know how to make a room feel something. Saturday night wasn’t just a trip through the past; it was a reminder that their music still has a pulse — steady, strong, and very much alive in Austin.

Waltz, Cry, Repeat: A Night with Esha Tewari

📍 3TEN at ACL Live — July 17, 2025
Written by: Clinton Camper

Esha Tewari’s set at 3TEN on Thursday, July 17 felt like stepping into a perfectly lit coming-of-age film, except the heartbreak was real and we were all in it together. Esha walked out casually, picked up her guitar like it was no big deal, and dove straight into “things i want.” She didn’t have to say much. The crowd was already fully locked in from the first chord.

Her presence is quiet, but commanding. She doesn’t oversell anything; she just sings exactly what she means. “dead horse” and “million times” hit early, and you could see people visibly exhale as if they’d been holding something in all week. Esha makes space for that. She moves through songs like they’re muscle memory, not in a robotic way, but in a way that makes you feel like she lives in every line.

The energy shifted during “waltz” when she asked the crowd to literally form a circle and dance with each other. It was such a simple gesture but it cracked something open—people held hands, laughed nervously, and swayed together like it was their high school formal all over again. That moment lingered, and you could feel it carry into “empty pages” and “bad decision!,” both of which felt sharper and more lived-in than their recorded versions.

By the time she got to “train song,” people were openly crying. And not just quietly—we’re talking full-on tears, mascara be damned. She let the silence hold for a beat after the last note, and it was heavy in the best way. Then she flipped it with “summer in december,” a song that feels like a soft shoulder after a breakdown. Every track had its own weight, its own mood. You could tell she curated the set intentionally, like a conversation that knew where it was going.

Her cover of “Fade Into You” was gorgeous and haunting, but it didn’t feel like a cover. It felt like it belonged to her, like she found her way into it and pulled the whole room with her. Then she played an unreleased track—maybe called “kissing strangers,” based on the lyrics—and it already felt familiar. Like something we’d all be looping the moment it drops.

She wrapped the night with “I Can” and of course, “beautiful boy.” That closer? It’s church. The whole room screamed those lyrics like a breakup exorcism, and Esha didn’t have to ask—we gave her everything. She stood still, let the crowd carry the weight, and looked honestly kind of emotional about it.

No fancy stage effects. No drama. Just a girl with a guitar, a sold-out room, and the kind of quiet command that doesn’t demand attention—it earns it.

We were lucky to be there. And if you were, you know exactly what I mean.

Late Night Drive Home Logs On at Antone’s

📍 Antones — July 16, 2025
Written by: Clinton Camper

On a Wednesday (July 16th) night, Antone’s wasn’t just a blues club—it was the internet come to life, pixelated edges and all, courtesy of Texas’ own late night drive home. The four-piece walked out one by one, frontman Andre Portillo kicking things off with as i watch my life online while a glowing window and doorway flickered behind them, mirroring their debut album cover. It felt intentional, like they were inviting us into their version of the feed—only louder, sweatier, and way more human.

Portillo’s in-between banter was charmingly awkward, the kind of self-awareness that makes you root for him harder. “I love you, I love me too, I love you, Austin,” he grinned, before diving headfirst into terabyte. His vocals had extra grit live, compressed just enough to cut through the swirl of guitars from touring axeman Tofe and the ever-dynamic Juan “Ockz” Vargas, who pushed and pulled each song like he was having a conversation with himself.

The crowd was locked in from the jump, swaying through she came for a sweet time, bouncing to Awkward Conversations, and erupting when the opening notes of Stress Relief hit. Phones shot up, voices doubled the chorus, and for a moment the room felt like one big, collective post—likes in real time. Freddy Baca’s basslines never sat still, sneaking in hooks you could hum all the way home, while Brian Dolan kept the whole thing stitched together with tight, expressive drumming.

Even the more introspective moments—like modern entertainment with its jittery tension or the haunting brevity of 1985—landed with weight in the cramped, red-lit room. By the end, when the last notes faded and the crowd spilled into the humid Austin night, it was clear: late night drive home aren’t just documenting our overstimulated, hyperconnected era. They’re making it sound like something worth logging on for.