I caught Austin's Harlem twice last weekend here in town; Friday night at a house party in Chinatown and the following night at Spaceland. As expected, both shows were beautifully unhinged; the wheels teetering, barely staying on the tracks as the trio bashed out Lenny Kaye approved blasts of garage rock strewn with keen pop sensibilities.
As I've mentioned here in the past, the band has an interesting, if eclectic, ear when it comes to cover material (Royal . . .
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