By Jack Betz

This past Friday night was my first time at Mango’s Cafe in Houston and I must say that it’s a phenomenal venue: the levels were good, the beer was cheap, and their vegetarian pizza was tasty. However, it was my second time seeing Warpaint and I was stoked.

“Buxton” opened last time I saw Warpaint, in February, but I was kind of late so I missed ninety-five percent of their set; this time I came earlier. Buxton had a satisfying country-folk feel but with some indie-rock flourishes like loud, over-driven, guitar. The vocals were delivered in a folksy, yodeling, manner that sometimes went slightly off key and it accented the music perfectly.

I was fortunate enough to talk to Balaclavas outside on the Mango’s patio before the show and they were very friendly guys. One of them even directed me to a website called “Trouser Press” which is a guide to alternative and underground rock music. I just bookmarked it a few minutes ago. Anyway, their live music nothing like I’ve ever experienced before. As soon as they went on, I was immediately entranced by the strange mix of noise and music that ensued. The studio versions of these songs I listened to, before the show on Friday, were good but during a live set, these songs exploded into a fascinating flurry of feedback, drum machine, and dancy bass lines. Obviously, being a very loud band, it was difficult to make out the vocals of Balaclavas but on their studio recordings they sound a little bit like those of Peter Murphy from Bauhaus (as does some of their music). Balaclavas was definitely my favorite new find of the night and they’re from Houston so I hope I can catch them again this summer.

To my surprise, Warpaint, who was headlining the entire show, went on in the penultimate time slot rather than Grandfather Child. Since Warpaint came on early, I rushed through the crowd, pushing, shoving, and issuing apologies for drinks spilled and elbows brushed. It’s surprising how many people will let you through if you’re waving a camera above your head like a lunatic.

Warpaint, for those of you who don’t know, is an all-female, experimental, rock band from LA and they seem to like Texas because they already played Houston once about two months ago and SXSW a few weeks ago. The whole set was excellent but my two favorite songs were “Stars” and “Elephants”. Emily Kokal and Theresa Wayman provided haunting, mournful, vocals that only intensified the power of the somber melodies the rest of the band played. Emily Kokal (guitar and lead vocals) and Stella Mozgawa (on drums) were hands down the best performers in the band. It was hard to take my eyes or camera off of Emily Kokal; she seemed to exude some kind of dark electricity during the performance. It’s hard to explain to anyone who hasn’t seen her live but she’s an excellent performer. Warpaint definitely brought it.

“Grandfather Child” was the last act and regrettably I didn’t stay for their entire set because I was sort of worried about whether or not my car was gonna get towed but I saw about five songs and thoroughly enjoyed them. They’re a local band and I’ve seen them on a lot of different bills so I don’t think it will be last opportunity to enjoy their music this summer. Grandfather Child’s music contains elements of funk and blues with a generous helping of beautiful lap steel guitar playing. The vocals were bluesy and soulful too which was a huge shift in style from the elegiac crooning of Warpaint. It added an extra dash of variety to the lineup. It was a great show overall (plus my car never got towed). With four bands on one bill, the chances are pretty high that at least one of them is going to suck but to my delight, they were all excellent.

Since I’ve been taking a holiday break from live reviews, I figure I should roll through some of the stuff that I’ve dug this year. This is not intended to be all-encompassing. Hell, right off the top of my head, I can think of great artists – Tambersauro, Sharks and Sailors, PLF, Young Mammals, Hearts of Animals, Buxton, Giant Princess, etc. etc. etc. – that I didn’t mention below. But the way I figured I’d approach this was like one of those games where you just say the first thing that pops into your head but with a time-limit of my Monday lunch break. So, for better or worse, here is what I could list off in that hour.

Best Album of 2024
Papermoons – New Tales (CD Team Science) -
“What’s that you’re listening to?”
“Oh Papermoons. I love this album!”
“Oh really?” (nod)
“You really like this?” (nod)
“…bummer.”
Ouch! OK so maybe one person I know didn’t take a liking to this but, for me, this was the high watermark of music released in Houston this year and would put it up against anything released in 2024 outside of the city; I’ll gladly take the label of being a wuss for thinking so. Much like last year where I obsessed endlessly about Hearts of Animals’ Lemming Baby (Link), Papermoons’ New Tales was never far from my CD player. This was an album I picked apart over and over again – stunned at how brilliantly constructed the whole thing is. I guess I’m a sucker for the juxtaposition of beautifully melodic songs with an undercurrent of sadness. With gorgeous harmonies, understated performances, and the idea that you can say a lot more without shouting this was an album with no equal.

Best EP of 2024
Balaclavas – Inferno (12″ Phonographic Arts) The CDR early in the year was amazing but dropping in on 140 Gram Vinyl with a silkscreened cover was just too sweet! Dark, moody, and even danceable with the Dub-esque bass lines – this was a band that sounded like nobody else in Houston. It’s the work of a band that clearly engages music as an artform but yet never goes so far as to see itself as precious. This was music as engaging and emotive theatre without succumbing to corny theatrics or self-important pomposity. If this wasn’t on your turntable in 2024 you sorely missed out on some of the most vital and original sounds of the year.

Best Trend of 2024
The humble 7″ - This year it’s hard to pick just one single. With the huge boom of local labels you could easily point to any label like Dull Knife, CutThroat, AG82, Ditchwater, Team Science, etc. or even self-released gems like the Monocles/News On The March split or the Welfare Mothers single and say “There, there that is the single of 2024!” only to reconsider as you flip to the next single in Sound Exchange’s local 7″ bin. So, I’m just throwing my hands in the air and not naming one for 2024! I was even thwarted in calling 2024 the year of the 7″ as 2024 looks to already be lined-up with an even longer queue of 7″ singles and EPs from more artists. So, God bless the humble 7″ and all who sail with her.

Best Thing to Rise from the Bayou in 2024
Wild Moccasins – (Photo Molly Rodriguez) Hard to believe that last February, Ruth Rodriguez (yay Ruth!) wrote a little story in The Daily Cougar about a band by the name Wild Moccasins (Link). Here it is – not even a year later – and they’ve probably become the most ubiquitous band on the scene. It’s not by accident or smarmy glad-handing that they have gotten to where they are – no, instead, if you’ve been following them this year, they’ve progressively gotten better and better by fine tuning their performances and their songs to the point where by the late summer they were pretty much an unstoppable force of H-Pop. Detractors may call them the Mickey Mouse Club but who needs those nay-sayers when you’re in a club or warehouse packed with dancing kids having a blast? That’s a rhetorical question, son. Look for their debut release in January 2024.

Best “Who the F*$# is This?” of 2024
Room 101 – If you walk into one of Roburt Reynolds performances (complete with stock film backgrounds and him collapsing on the floor), you’d think the guy was on leave from some lower level of hell but Chicago was his former residence and he has the aggressive post-punk angular guitar lines to prove it. And yes, while you’d think with the Wiggins, Hearts Of Animals, and so on, that Houston couldn’t possibly use another drum machine backed solo performer, Room 101 proves that the pool is still plenty big. Bonus points for utterly driving poor Shea Serrano over at the the Houston Press nutters with a horribly obtuse interview (link). Look for a 7″ in 2024.

Best Recorded Music You Never Heard in 2024
Jenny Westbury - (Photo Mark Armes) When I interviewed Jenny Westbury earlier this year, she gave me a CDR of recorded material which was a huge eye-opener to her depth as a writer. Later, a good portion of the songs ended up on the AllStar Power Up CDR issued by Joe Mathlete but many of my favorites like Plight Of Leah and Gadget didn’t which is a shame because they are such good songs. That’s one of the problems you run into when you’re as prolific as Westbury, she’ll create these wonderful gems and then, like a sand mandala, they’ll just blow away. Lucky for you, I posted a few of these “lost” tracks on for Non-Alignment Pact – check them out here (Link).

Best Live Festival of 2024
Hootenanny - Here’s how I figure it. On paper this should have sucked. Cover bands?! Yuck! Nothing but glorified Karaoke! But here is the thing, this small one-venue festival blew the roof off the Mink – TWICE! The brainchild of Anna Garza, Ben Murphy, and ADR (I think Anna was the original organizer of the first), it worked because the bands are by nature NOT cover bands and what you got, for the most part, were interpretations and not mimicry. From John Sears playing Sam Cooke on an acoustic to the (then) Dimes and Mlee Suprean literally making the Mink floor shake as the Pixies, the first Hootenanny exceeded everyone’s expectations and fire code capacity. The second Hootenanny had two strikes against it – recreating the success of the first and a safer selection of artists covered – but those handicaps were quickly put aside as, from Marshall Preddy breathing life into tired Rod Stewart warhorses to the show stopping American Sharks take on The Cars, Twotenanny’s proved that the local indie bands were smarter and more clever than any naysayer could have expected. Sadly, there will be no Troistenanny.

Most Ungodly Smell of the Year
Rudyard’s Plumbing - Yes, currently there is a plumber working to fix the cause of this and it most likely is fixed by press time here but – woo – man, that was some heinous funk!

Best Reason to NOT Steal Money from the Walter’s Tip Jar
Roy - Just trust me. You really don’t want to do that!

Most Lovable Crank of 2024
Kerry Melonson (Satin Hooks) - When some people get on their high horse it is usually pretty annoying but somehow Kerry is able to get away with it because he has that gift where he can be an asshole without being an asshole which is a good thing as when the man gets on one of his rants about “what musicians need to do”, he gets epic.

Most Weaksauce Moment of 2024
The Proletariat Closing - Jeez hard to believe that back in February one of the best clubs in Houston read the Metro tea leaves and closed its doors forever. The final bittersweet show may have been headlined by the Fiery Furnaces but it was the locals (The Dimes, Hearts of Animals, and Elaine Greer) that really stole the show and why not? This was more than just a skanky bar with gross restrooms and a PA in need of repairs, it was our skanky bar with gross restrooms and a PA in need of repairs. For many of us, Denise Ramos’ little club will always have a place in our hearts.

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OK There’s a lot more that happened in 2024 but my self-imposed time limit is up. So, have a safe and happy New Year’s Eve. See you in 2024.

I hope you guys had as much fun as I had this Saturday. I sure had a blast listening to great music, running into just about everyone I know, and it’s nice to see Westheimer with some hustle and bustle on its sidewalks.

Some highlights? OK! The Wild Moccasins played a great show outside Mango’s on a rickety stage that seemed to be on the verge of collapse from all the hopping and general Moccasins shenanigans. The added amusement for me was watching as my very serious and artistically minded six-year-old tried in futility to find a spot on stage stable enough for him to draw the five popsters. Damn it, how can I express myself artistically if you guys keep hopping around up there! Hearing Paul Winstanley and Lucas Gorham perform outside La Strada was wonderful too. I hadn’t heard Paul take a bass guitar to the edge like that in ages and it was wonderful and challenging to hear it again. Also fun was the (this time official) Cop Warmth and B L A C K I E gorilla set. Cop Warmth, for the uninitiated, is the musical equivalent of children running around the playground in pure chaotic frenzied joy. My favorite moment of the set was when Craig, running into the audience, made a woman squeal in fright. B L A C K I E meanwhile doesn’t so much a rap as spout words like a steel-driver laying down iron with every ounce of energy at his disposal. Balaclavas, at the acoustically pleasing space behind the Austin Layne Hotel, performed one of the best sets of the day as they kicked-out amazing new material that reminded you just how unique their sound is and how furious their shows can be. How they are not one of Houston’s biggest draws, I’ll never understand. Over at Mango’s, as we were waiting for Tambersauro, we got some drama as some drunk Asian woman was challenging another woman to some fisticuffs. Unfortunately, the fisticuffs did eventually occur outside but while no one was getting hurt, it was pretty amusing theatre of the absurd. Tambersauro though wasn’t about to be upstaged by a lone drunk and proceeded to tear into a raging set that almost made me forget that I was trying to see five bands in that time slot. Luckily a friend who knew this, poked me and pointed to her watch. Thanks mon ami! The McKenzies were quite a sight surrounded by an enthusiastic crowd of fans who had joined them on stage. Ah, those Houston pop bands sure know how to work-up a crowd. Buxton closed out the outdoor shows with an amazing set that had the entire crowd at the Austin Layne Hotel enraptured. After the first set, the audience clearly wanted more and thankfully JD (Secret Saturday Shows, Guitars, Lenny Briscoe, etc) demanded they play a few more and Sergio Trevino somehow agreed to it in his typical sheepish manner then proceeded to treat us with a work in progress that was much better than I think they realized. I think Trevino and company work their music with such expert care that they seem a bit worried about showing some rough edges. That’s OK because there is a bit of excitement about seeing a band not exactly knowing where they are going with a song and that vulnerability – that putting yourself out there with no net – is charming when you are as good a band as Buxton. Now for me that was pretty much the proper end of the Block Party for me. I was pretty tired by then but, like the Terminator, the Block Party just wouldn’t quit. Don’t get me wrong, I saw some amazing sets afterwards like Something Fierce laying down some serious and furious pop-punk and Satin Hook’s Lucas Gorham using a Tuvan throat singing technique for backing vocals but by the time the Jon Benet plowed into their set, I was physically fatigued. I’ll admit it. Another Block Party has left me beaten and bloody on the canvas. So, what’s new? At least I had fun getting pummeled.

Now one last thing before I get to the photos: Kudos to our heroic and fearless FPH leader Omar. Omar is the general behind all these operations; he books all the bands and gets everyone involved to little acclaim. That’s largely because he’s not one to self-aggrandize but, instead, seriously believes in the community of artists and people that live in this city. I for one, seeing a small bit of what he does behind the scenes, am always impressed at how the guy pulls it off twice a year. Of course Omar can’t do it himself and it’s only because of the efforts of all the local businesses, bands, artists, and the community in general coming together that makes these things so special. That’s also because, unlike the latter years of the wholly unrelated Westheimer Street Festival, this event isn’t just about attracting sponsors but about building and celebrating a community. That’s the way these things should be. So thanks everyone who helped and came out. I don’t know about you but I’m ready for another round next Spring.

Links:
Complete Sets on my Flickr.
* Westheimer Block Party (Link)
* Bonus: B L A C K I E & Cop Warmth’s Guerilla set (Link)

Oh and look:
Breakfast On Tour posted some pictures on their Flickr too (link)