Photo Gallery: SXSW Bound, Night 2

The final night of “SXSW Bound” somehow manifested into a bigger event than the night before. Five bands from five genres in the scene played a stage that was still saturated with confetti from Friday’s festivities. The event began early and strong, maintaining a solid showing of support from the audience throughout the night. Since there was too much malarky to detail every single moment that happened that night, here are the highlights:

Young Bull yelling “How many of y’all own dildos?!” before diving into a song about dildos.
Ebony Tusks’ dramatic set that began with an entire crowd chanting “Marty is my best friend!” (a statement more true to the scene than anyone realizes)
Ebony Tusks getting the audience to pound on their chests in rhythm with the song in a manner that was reminiscent of “The Wolf of Wall Street.”
Young Bull dedicating a song to the Guitar Hero arcade game at the front of the venue.
Young Bull “dedicating” every song to Jackpot owner Darla.
Young Bull delivering a delightfully obnoxious set in general.
Vedettes scoffing at love, then dedicating a love song to the frontwoman’s guitar.
Arc Flash’s bizarre opening song that staged an alien attack. At the end of their first number, a hoard of assailants comprised of scenesters and musicians from the first night of “SXSW Bound” (Wendy Moira, Leggy, and Real Adults) appeared to have pillaged Agent X-12’s gear and attacked the band on stage, at one point pinning the guitarist to the floor. In the end, our brave space punks prevailed and recruited their attackers to play along with them. It was one of those moments that solidified Arc Flash’s stance in defining a genre they created. The band is living up to every expectation and ounce of creativity that’s spreading like a welcome virus across LFK. Arc Flash didn’t just create this bed, they’re sleeping in it quite comfortably.
The unexpected dance party that happened after the bands had packed up and were trying to leave. Attendees were so happy with the night, they wouldn’t leave and danced until the lights were on and Mass Street was empty. It was like the final scene in “Empire Records” had come to life. When’s the last time you remember that happening at the Jackpot?