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  • Design for Amiability: Lessons from Vienna

    Design for Amiability: Lessons from Vienna

    Today’s web is not always an amiable place. Sites greet you with a popover that demands assent to their cookie policy, and leave you with Taboola ads promising “One Weird Trick!” to cure your ailments. Social media sites are tuned for engagement, and few things are more engaging than a fight. Today it seems that people want to quarrel; I have seen flame wars among birders.  

    These tensions are often at odds with a site’s goals. If we are providing support and advice to customers, we don’t want those customers to wrangle with each other. If we offer news about the latest research, we want readers to feel at ease; if we promote upcoming marches, we want our core supporters to feel comfortable and we want curious newcomers to feel welcome. 

    In a study for a conference on the History of the Web, I looked to the origins of Computer Science in Vienna (1928-1934)  for a case study of the importance of amiability in a research community and the disastrous consequences of its loss. That story has interesting implications for web environments that promote amiable interaction among disparate, difficult (and sometimes disagreeable) people.

    The Vienna Circle

    Though people had been thinking about calculating engines and thinking machines from antiquity, Computing really got going in Depression-era Vienna.  The people who worked out the theory had no interest in building machines; they wanted to puzzle out the limits of reason in the absence of divine authority. If we could not rely on God or Aristotle to tell us how to think, could we instead build arguments that were self-contained and demonstrably correct? Can we be sure that mathematics is consistent? Are there things that are true but that cannot be expressed in language? 

    The core ideas were worked out in the weekly meetings (Thursdays at 6) of a group remembered as the Vienna Circle. They got together in the office of Professor Moritz Schlick at the University of Vienna to discuss problems in philosophy, math, and language. The intersection of physics and philosophy had long been a specialty of this Vienna department, and this work had placed them among the world leaders.  Schlick’s colleague Hans Hahn was a central participant, and by 1928 Hahn brought along his graduate students Karl Menger and Kurt Gödel. Other frequent participants included philosopher Rudolf Carnap, psychologist Karl Popper, economist Ludwig von Mises (brought by his brother Frederick, a physicist),  graphic designer Otto Neurath (inventor of infographics), and architect Josef Frank (brought by his physicist brother, Phillip).  Out-of-town visitors often joined, including the young Johnny von Neumann, Alfred Tarski, and the irascible Ludwig Wittgenstein. 

    When Schlick’s office grew too dim, participants adjourned to a nearby café for additional discussion with an even larger circle of participants.  This convivial circle was far from unique.  An intersecting circle–Neurath, von Mises, Oskar Morgenstern–established the Austrian School of free-market economics. There were theatrical circles (Peter Lorre, Hedy Lamarr, Max Reinhardt), and literary circles. The café was where things happened.

    The interdisciplinarity of the group posed real challenges of temperament and understanding. Personalities were often a challenge. Gödel was convinced people were trying to poison him. Architect Josef Frank depended on contracts for public housing, which Mises opposed as wasteful. Wittgenstein’s temper had lost him his job as a secondary school teacher, and for some of these years he maintained a detailed list of whom he was willing to meet. Neurath was eager to detect muddled thinking and would interrupt a speaker with a shouted “Metaphysics!” The continuing amity of these meetings was facilitated by the personality of their leader, Moritz Schlick, who would be remembered as notably adept in keeping disagreements from becoming quarrels.

    In the Café

    The Viennese café of this era was long remembered as a particularly good place to argue with your friends, to read, and to write. Built to serve an imperial capital, the cafés found themselves with too much space and too few customers now that the Empire was gone. There was no need to turn tables: a café could only survive by coaxing customers to linger. Perhaps they would order another coffee, or one of their friends might drop by. One could play chess, or billiards, or read newspapers from abroad. Coffee was invariably served with a glass of purified spring water, still a novelty in an era in which most water was still unsafe to drink. That water glass would be refilled indefinitely. 

    In the basement of one café, the poet Jura Soyfer staged “The End Of The World,” a musical comedy in which Professor Peep has discovered a comet heading for earth.

    Prof. Peep: The comet is going to destroy everybody!

    Hitler:  Destroying everybody is my business.

    Of course, coffee can be prepared in many ways, and the Viennese café developed a broad vocabulary to represent precisely how one preferred to drink it: melange, Einspänner, Brauner, Schwarzer, Kapuziner. This extensive customization, with correspondingly esoteric conventions of service, established the café as a comfortable and personal third space, a neutral ground in which anyone who could afford a coffee would be welcome. Viennese of this era were fastidious in their use of personal titles, of which an abundance were in common use. Café waiters greeted regular customers with titles too, but were careful to address their patrons with titles a notch or two greater than they deserved. A graduate student would be Doktor, an unpaid postdoc Professor.  This assurance mattered all the more because so many members of the Circle (and so many other Viennese) came from elsewhere: Carnap from Wuppertal, Gödel from Brno, von Neumann from Budapest. No one was going to make fun of your clothes, mannerisms, or accent. Your friends wouldn’t be bothered by the pram in the hall. Everyone shared a Germanic Austrian literary and philosophical culture, not least those whose ancestors had been Eastern European Jews who knew that culture well, having read all about it in books.

    The amiability of the café circle was enhanced by its openness. Because the circle sometimes extended to architects and actors, people could feel less constrained to admit shortfalls in their understanding. It was soon discovered that marble tabletops made a useful surface for pencil sketches, serving all as an improvised and accessible blackboard.

    Comedies like “The End Of The World” and fictional newspaper sketches or feuilletons of writers like Joseph Roth and Stefan Zweig served as a second defense against disagreeable or churlish behavior. The knowledge that, if one got carried away, a parody of one’s remarks might shortly appear in Neue Freie Presse surely helped Professor Schlick keep matters in hand.

    The End Of Red Vienna

    Though Austria’s government drifted to the right after the War, Vienna’s city council had been Socialist, dedicated to public housing based on user-centered design, and embracing  ambitious programs of public outreach and adult education. In 1934 the Socialists lost a local election, and this era soon came to its end as the new administration focused on the imagined threat of the International Jewish Conspiracy. Most members of the Circle fled within months: von Neumann to Princeton, Neurath to Holland and Oxford, Popper to New Zealand, Carnap to Chicago. Prof. Schlick was murdered on the steps of the University by a student outraged by his former association with Jews.  Jura Soyfer, who wrote “The End Of The World,” died in Buchenwald.

    In 1939, von Neumann finally convinced Gödel to accept a job in Princeton. Gödel was required to pay large fines to emigrate. The officer in charge of these fees would look back on this as the best posting of his career; his name was Eichmann.

    Design for Amiability

    An impressive literature recounts those discussions and the environment that facilitated the development of computing. How can we design for amiability?  This is not just a matter of choosing rounded typefaces and a cheerful pastel palette. I believe we may identify eight distinct issues that exert design forces in usefully amiable directions.

    Seriousness: The Vienna Circle was wrestling with a notoriously difficult book—Wittgenstein’s Tractus Logico-Philosophicus—and a catalog of outstanding open questions in mathematics. They were concerned with consequential problems, not merely scoring points for debating. Constant reminders that the questions you are considering matter—not only that they are consequential or that those opposing you are scoundrels—help promote amity.

    Empiricism: The characteristic approach of the Vienna Circle demanded that knowledge be grounded either in direct observation or in rigorous reasoning. Disagreement, when it arose, could be settled by observation or by proof. If neither seemed ready to hand, the matter could not be settled. On these terms, one can seldom if ever demolish an opposing argument, and trolling is pointless.

    Abstraction: Disputes grow worse when losing the argument entails lost face or lost jobs. The Vienna Circle’s focus on theory—the limits of mathematics, the capability of language—promoted amity. Without seriousness, abstraction could have been merely academic, but the limits of reason and the consistency of mathematics were clearly serious.

    Formality: The punctilious demeanor of waiters and the elaborated rituals of coffee service helped to establish orderly attitudes amongst the argumentative participants. This stands in contrast to the contemptuous sneer that now dominates social media.  

    Schlamperei: Members of the Vienna Circle maintained a global correspondence, and they knew their work was at the frontier of research. Still, this was Vienna, at the margins of Europe: old-fashioned, frumpy, and dingy. Many participants came from even more obscure backwaters. Most or all harbored the suspicion that they were really schleppers, and a tinge of the ridiculous helped to moderate tempers. The director of “The End Of The World” had to pass the hat for money to purchase a moon for the set, and thought it was funny enough to write up for publication.

    Openness: All sorts of people were involved in discussion, anyone might join in. Each week would bring different participants. Fluid borders reduce tension, and provide opportunities to broaden the range of discussion and the terms of engagement. Low entrance friction was characteristic of the café: anyone could come, and if you came twice you were virtually a regular. Permeable boundaries and café culture made it easier for moderating influences to draw in raconteurs and storytellers to defuse awkward moments, and Vienna’s cafés had no shortage of humorists. Openness counteracts the suspicion that promoters of amiability are exerting censorship.

    Parody: The environs of the Circle—the university office and the café—were unmistakably public. There were writers about, some of them renowned humorists. The prospect that one’s bad taste or bad behavior might be ridiculed in print kept discussion within bounds. The sanction of public humiliation, however, was itself made mild by the veneer of fiction; even if you got a little carried away and a character based on you made a splash in some newspaper fiction, it wasn’t the end of the world.

    Engagement: The subject matter was important to the participants, but it was esoteric: it did not matter very much to their mothers or their siblings. A small stumble or a minor humiliation could be shrugged off in ways that major media confrontations cannot.

    I believe it is notable that this environment was designed to promote amiability through several different voices.  The café waiter flattered each newcomer and served everyone, and also kept out local pickpockets and drunks who would be mere disruptions. Schlick and other regulars kept discussion moving and on track. The fiction writers and raconteurs—perhaps the most peripheral of the participants—kept people in a good mood and reminded them that bad behavior could make anyone ridiculous.  Crucially, each of these voices were human: you could reason with them. Algorithmic or AI moderators, however clever, are seldom perceived as reasonable. The café circles had no central authority or Moderator against whom everyone’s resentments might be focused. Even after the disaster of 1934, what people remembered were those cheerful arguments.

  • Every Saw Movie Ranked from Worst to Best

    Every Saw Movie Ranked from Worst to Best

    In 2004, James Wan’s debut feature film Saw arrived amongst a slew of splatter and slasher movies dismissed as “torture porn.” The film having little in common with the likes of Hostel and Wolf Creek didn’t seem to matter, and would go on to matter even less as the Saw sequels upped the gore factor. […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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  • New X-Files Star Danielle Deadwyler is Keeping Ryan Coogler’s Secrets Safe

    New X-Files Star Danielle Deadwyler is Keeping Ryan Coogler’s Secrets Safe

    The truth about Ryan Coogler‘s reboot of The X-Files is out there. Just don’t look for it around star Danielle Deadwyler. We at Den of Geek did our best to get something out of her when she came to promote her new movie The Saviors at SXSW, but Deadwyler wouldn’t budge. “I don’t know what […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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    When Timothée Chalamet claimed that “no one cares” about ballet anymore, an angry social media backlash put him firmly in his place. Let’s just hope he never has to encounter the fictional ballerinas in Amazon’s new action film Pretty Lethal, whose defensive skills could probably pirouette and jeté the Marty Supreme actor into the next […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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  • Daredevil’s Charlie Cox Insists He’s Not in Spider-Man Movie, Just Like Tobey Maguire and Andrew Garfield Did

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    When a canister of toxic waste splashed into his eyes, young Matt Murdock lost his ability to see. But between his natural talents, the effect of the chemicals, and the cruel tutelage of his mentor Stick, Murdock enhanced his other senses. So acute are his hearing and smell, in fact, that he can tell when […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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    Although seemingly endless questions continue to swirl about Doctor Who’s future — Who’s the next Doctor? How will the forthcoming Christmas special clean up the Billie Piper-shaped mystery from the season 15 finale? — fans can take comfort from one eternal truth: There’s no uncomfortable Whoniverse situation that cannot be improved via copious application of […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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  • Over Your Dead Body Review: Samara Weaving Delights in ‘Murder Your Spouse’ Comedy

    Over Your Dead Body Review: Samara Weaving Delights in ‘Murder Your Spouse’ Comedy

    Dan does not love his wife. That would be apparent to anyone if they gave him the time of day. The Jason Segel character clumsily drops into conversation to every co-worker within earshot that he and the little lady are going to a cabin in the woods this weekend. More desperate still, are his lamentations […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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  • Beloved The Next Generation Star Crushes Fan Hopes for Star Trek: Legacy Series

    Beloved The Next Generation Star Crushes Fan Hopes for Star Trek: Legacy Series

    Star Trek, in general, is in a bit of an odd limbo at the moment. Despite the fact that we’ve still got two seasons of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds left before the show’s final credits roll and a full second season of Star Trek: Starfleet Academy has already been filmed, it’s the first time […]

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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  • 15 Movie Mistakes We Can’t Believe They Missed

    15 Movie Mistakes We Can’t Believe They Missed

    Movie mistakes are a staple of filmmaking, but some errors are so obvious that it’s hard to believe they made it into the final cut. From glaring continuity issues to misplaced props, these moments could have been fixed in editing, but weren’t. Sometimes the mistake is small, like a cup on a table, and other times it’s a major flub that fans instantly notice. Whether it’s an actor flubbing a line, a visible crew member, or anachronistic props, these 15 movie mistakes somehow slipped past the editors, leaving audiences scratching their heads and wondering how no one caught them before release.

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    Taking in all the music at South by Southwest is a bit of a marathon. You find yourself waking up thinking, “I couldn’t possibly drink again tonight. My ears are still ringing; how can I be expected to step foot in another loud club? My voice is gone — I couldn’t hoot and holler for another band if I tried.” But then you catch a second wind. And a third. A well-timed Celsius and an Arrachera taco from the strategically placed TacoWëy food stands get you feeling right as rain. The combination of electrifying talent and FOMO propels you from one set to another until you find yourself at closing time, knowing it will hurt again in the morning, but soldiering on all the same

    I cannot lie; the common refrain amongst locals and longtime attendees is that attendance is down. The literal gaping hole where a centralized convention center once stood/will stand is a reminder that SXSW is missing a centrifugal force. Meanwhile, the film, television, and technology sectors of SXSW feel like they’re taking up more of the oxygen. That said, we didn’t let that prevent us from traversing downtown, 6th Street, South Congress, and East Austin in search of familiar favorites and fresh finds. 

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    Here are the most notable acts that the Den of Geek staff enjoyed at South By Southwest 2026.

    Adult DVD

    When I chatted with the Leeds-based dance punk band Adult DVD on Monday afternoon, they had been awake for over 24 hours. After their gig the night before, the lads had spent the wee hours riding mechanical bulls at Buck Wild. I was chuffed when they happened to saddle up next to our group at Casino El Camino for some pints (OK, I’ll stop with the Brit speak) and cigarettes after we had just caught their second show of the festival at the British Music Embassy. Their laid-back charm was particularly endearing after an afternoon set plagued by in-ear and monitor issues, which momentarily frustrated the band even if it ultimately didn’t affect their sound. It’s par the course for the tight stage turnovers at SXSW, and they rose above it.

    Still, it was a relief when everything came together for Adult DVD Monday night at Swan Dive; their infectious, funny rave-ups finally popped the audience. Sweat dripped, bodies bumped up against each other. Moves were busted. For a kid who longed to experience a prime house set at the Haçienda in Manchester in the late ‘80s, or a DFA dance night on the Lower East Side in the early 2000s, this might be as close as I’ll get. 

    If I were a writer for the NME, my hyperbolic headline would be “I’ve seen the future of indie sleaze, and its name is Adult DVD.” And look, I realize it can be intoxicating to rub shoulders with bands you admire, but I promise this isn’t that; this was Den of Geek’s unanimous favorite band of the festival. The band is working on their debut album with Fat Possum Records as I type and I’m smashing the preorder button first chance I get. I’ve been walking around singing “BILL MURRAY, BILL MURRAY IS LOST IN JAPAN/TOM HANKS, TOM HANKS SAYING CATCH ME IF YOU CAN” into strangers’ faces. Look it up and you will be too. – Nick Harley

    2charm 

    Sometimes you have to take a risk and tell your millennial bosses that the must-see artists at SXSW are two shirtless guys from Melbourne doing pushups onstage in Ugg boots. I’m talking, of course, about 2charm, the indie sleaze “gooner pop” duo. We caught them at Seven Grand Whiskey Bar on Sunday night, and their 1 a.m. set delivered exactly the second wind we needed. I first discovered 2charm back in October with their single “boyfriend,” and they followed it up with their debut album star scum city in February. What I didn’t realize before seeing them live is just how choreographed their performances are. Every song has its own set of moves, and at times it felt like I was playing Just Dance Sweat Mode, trying to keep up during my favorite track, “girls.”

    Yes, it really is all about girls, but the men of Den of Geek were just as into the set. I don’t know if I can definitively say they were the best act we saw at SXSW as a group, but I can say with complete confidence that they were my favorite of the festival. Consider me charmed. – Darcie Zudell

    Merrick Winter

    I saunter into a scene I don’t feel quite cut out for, my first time in a church in 10 years and it’s arguably the most beautiful music venue in all of Austin. With nothing but an artist title, two ears, and a dream, I sit second pew. Central Presbyterian Church has walls 70 feet high built out for the echoing melodies of Merrick Winter

    Winter combined vocals akin to Caamp (Ohio mentioned!), and Elliott Smith adjacent songbooks to take this audience on a train ride. No, seriously, he beckoned us to take the California Zephyr if we hadn’t already in the title track of their latest full body of work, The California Zephyr. His stance on flying: “Hell no. Sorry…God.” Winter was quick on the draw to thank his audience. Maybe it was the Holy presence or just his London charm. – Riley Clark

    Sofia and the Antoinettes 

    I don’t envy the position that Sofia and the Antoinettes were in on Thursday. As the third name on the lineup of Rolling Stone’s Future of Music Festival, the London-based singer and her three-piece band were facing a crowd in desperate need of a second wind after two acts had already played and Lola Young’s performance was still hours away. Within seconds, that second wind blew right through Sofia’s Old Hollywood hair and revived the crowd with haunting melodies and poetic lyricism. She charmed the crowd with cheeky anecdotes about past lovers and the internal inspirations behind her music. I felt the presence of Jeff Buckley, Phoebe Bridgers, and Nick Drake onstage beside her as existential bridges swelled and I found myself hoping the set would never end. – Sophia Rooksberry 

    Gogol Bordello

    Fresh off a connecting flight and the dreamy haze of sitting on a Florida beach, I was snapped right into the high-seed neon chase of SXSW by Gogol Bordello’s opening night performance. Listed as a “high sensory experience” online, the Lower East Side punk outfit’s performance delivered an encounter so steeped in flashing lights and mania, I thought I was being beamed up. Led by singer Eugene Hütz, the seven-piece band engaged and enraged through songs from their newest album, We Mean It, Man!

    Deciding the crowd wasn’t living up to expectations, Hütz ordered the forming mosh pit to “Start swaying motherfuckers.” He was happily obliged when Puzzled Panther jumped on stage to perform a personal favorite off the album, “From Boyarka to Boyaca.” Fans new and old crowded the three-storied venue, jumping, pushing, and screaming the night away. The performance was capped in a delirious crowd and a spontaneous sidewalk performance outside the venue. After nearly 30 years under pressure, Gogol Bordello has burst forth as a gem of post-punk revolution. – Alexandra Hopkins

    Geordie Greep

    After the dogged pace of SXSW, the Tuesday night set from Geordie Greep was uniquely brain-melting. Greep’s jazz-influenced guitar freakouts and his impossibly tight band are almost maddeningly idiosyncratic. It was a smart choice to simply project Greenwich Mean Time on the screen behind him as he performed; never has such a bugged-out midnight showcase felt more like 5 a.m. – NH

    Didjits

    South By’s only scorching hot day, reaching a high of 99, required plenty of hydration. Rick Sims was having none of it. “It’s full of vodka,” he joked, holding up a full water bottle to the packed backyard at Hotel Vegas. Or not. Who knows. Who cares? The longtime Didjits frontman offered us a reprieve from the late afternoon sun, drawing in the crowd with his abrasive antics and thundering riffs. 

    His Didjits journey dates back to the early ‘80s, but Sims seems energized by his much younger touring bandmates—who offered smirks and winks as they watched their fearless leader trade middle fingers with fans, heckle the crowd (“Austin bitches!”), and spunk off the neck of his guitar into the crowd mid solo on multiple tracks. Sims fed off the adoration of the punk-mad scene in Austin. And from the moment we saw him strut on stage—with a frilled blazer, puffed shoulder pads, dark, round glasses, and seductively shaking his old ass and wiggling his tongue, we gave it right back. Middle fingers up for a punk legend. – Chris Longo

    Amor Vincit Omnia 

    It’s 11:30 p.m. on Sunday. I’m bloated from barbeque, exhausted, and severely dehydrated, yet somehow still being pulled toward the stage at Low Down Lounge by two blond Icelanders asking, “Do you wantttt it?” Amor Vincit Omnia’s sound is compelling in a way that’s energetic enough to have you shaking your head, yet hazy and vibey in a way that makes you want to stretch your arms wide and just float. I saw their set completely sober, but their blend of folk textures and electronic noise still made me feel like I was on a cloud. 

    Things took a turn from intriguing to unforgettable when the pair pulled out small egg shakers and moved across the stage in perfect sync. It was so specific and totally captivating. The set clicked into place during “Rvk Amour.” Before playing, they asked, “Who loves being in love?” and the room lit up. Amor Vincit Omnia may not deliver perfection, but they sure do deliver a feeling that got me excited for the rest of the night. Definitely an artist to watch. – DZ 

    Grocery Bag

    For some cruel reason, Texas temperatures dipped below 60 degrees on March 16 and 17. Leave it to Austin’s own Grocery Bag to bring the heat at a chilly outdoor performance at Zilker Brewing. Their staggering 10th performance of the festival didn’t show a hint of fatigue. Guitarist Dillon Aitala bounded across the stage in overalls while bassist Logan Kerman stood out with memorable riffs. Friends of the band packed the crowd and made it obvious that the formidable psych garage band could play 10 more shows and they’d all be as memorable and well-attended. – NH

    Amie Blu

    Amie Blu and band did nothing short of impress. There is no better sight than a female vocal lead standing foreground to a male band—a promise of a solid quintet dynamic. Billboard House welcomed Blu to Mohawk Outdoor where audience members ducked the beams of scorching sun like vampires. As soon as Blu took to the stage, a cool air swept through the venue and parted crowds merged into one. Was it magic or just the lullaby of music to my ears? The South East Londoner fits snugly into the Indie Pop category with a sound of the likes of Mk.gee and Faye Webster. The 23-year-old was wise beyond her years, serenading ye olde truths in her sung poetry and sporting loafers. Amie Blu, if you’re reading this, my deepest sorrows for the loss of your kitten. – RC

    Mugger 

    Hardcore punk band Mugger pummeled me into adorant submission. With a devil-may-care attitude and melodic yet brutally heavy riffs that would make Turnstile blush, they were by far Den of Geek’s collective favorite Austin-based act. Just when I thought the band couldn’t be any better, lead singer Anna Troxel donned a luchador mask halfway through their set and essentially transformed into a punk superhero. This band should be on everyone’s radar. – NH

    Chalk 

    I discovered Chalk while absentmindedly listening to my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify a few months ago. Their song “Conditions” scratched my Irish alt-rock itch with a tinge of nostalgic new wave elements, and it became a regular feature in my rotating playlists. You can only imagine my surprise when I wandered into the British Music Embassy sometime around midnight to find the very same band dominating the stage. 

    The trio was mostly playing tracks off their new album, Crystalpunk, which dropped two days prior to their first SXSW set. Chalk’s new album fuses my beloved dejected hardcore sound with techno dance beats and autotuned vocals. “It’s like if Charli XCX made punk music,” I screamed in my friend’s ear as “Béal Feirste” washed over the crowd, another track off the debut album that turned me from a fair-weather Discover Weekly fan into a diehard daily listener. If my ear is correct, Chalk is on its way to becoming the biggest musical name out of Ireland since Fontaines D.C. – SR

    Gus Baldwin and The Sketch

    Another Austin punk band? Look, I promise, we checked out other genres, but something is fucking happening in the scene here! Gus Baldwin and The Sketch are so powerful that a cowboy hat just materialized on my head. The Sketch are like if Parquet Courts listened to more AC/DC. And out of every band we caught at SXSW, Gus Baldwin is the best frontman, full stop. – NH 

    Cashier

    Hat tip to the official SXSW playlist for putting me on to the Lafayette, Louisiana four-piece Cashier. Leading into the festival I had tracks “Part From Me” and “Maybe I Was Wrong” on repeat so aggressively you’d think there was a monetary prize for landing in the top one percent of an artist’s Spotify Wrapped. I was both thrilled for the band yet dismayed for my newfound fandom to see a line out the door of Chess Club for their gig. 

    Eventually we pushed through and were met with a wall of bodies and crunchy, swirling riffs. In their recent EP release, the band is quoted as saying their work is a celebration of rock guitar. A no frills stage presence led by vocalist and guitarist Kylie Gaspard allows you to ruminate on any range of influences from grunge and hardcore, to pop punk and ‘00 alternative. It feels less celebratory and more like a coronation: the Southern rock revival has indeed spread from Asheville to Lafayette, and westward to Austin. – CL 

    Elijah Johnston

    At the legendary Continental Club, Elijah Johnston was lucky he wasn’t pulled from the stage. Not because he wasn’t up to performing or captivating the crowd. On the contrary, the whip-smart lyricist was dropping winning, earworm choruses left and right. However, it was Athens in Austin night at the Continental, a showcase for Athens, Georgias’s ever-lively music scene, and Johnston confessed that he actually had been living in Atlanta for quite some time. Shhhh, Elijah — we won’t tell if you don’t. – NH

    Slomo Drags

    You’ll never know who you might meet when you’re catching a breather. “I like your hat,” was all it took to get me to talk to Ty, whose partner’s band was playing inside. I was asked if I had seen any Austin bands. I sure did, hence why I was very interested in hearing more. Ty says lead singer Jackson Albrachtis a mixologist in town and crafts some of the best cocktails you can imagine. I would love to fact-check this, but I’m gonna go out on a limb and say I think he might actually craft better songs! 

    According to Albracht, SXSW is dead, but thank God he and his band are here to resuscitate it. They make top shelf indie rock filled with funk and hooks galore. Adam Mason is one of Austin’s best guitar players and all-around Swiss Army Knives, even mixing it up in Ben Kweller’s band alongside Superbad star Christoper Mintz-Plasse, but here, he’s holding it down on bass. During their performance, I wondered where the glorious keyboard licks were coming from; the Chess Club stage necessitated that Ty’s partner, Bowman Maze (of Sometimes a Legend), sit criss-cross applesauce in the corner of the stage. These guys don’t suffer drunk repeaters or fools, but they love anyone who sings along. – NH 

    CDSM

    Remember Adult DVD? From above? Surely you’ve listened to them by now. For this band, think moodier, but every bit as dancey, with 100 percent more saxophone. Kinda reminds us of the Voidz. Remember when we said Adult DVD’s Tuesday night show popped the fuck off? Afterward, a buzzed-up group of attendees spilled out into the street, and we met Tyler, who told us about his band, CDSM from Atlanta. It was serendipity; when the Adult DVD gang was asked about their favorite set that they caught at SXSW, they didn’t hesitate to say CDSM. Listen to Adult DVD’s advice — these guys rule. Buy their shirts, records, and stickers. They played 14 shows in eight days; they deserve it. – NH

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