
While it seemed to come together entirely last-minute for a large percentage of those involved this year (as it certainly did for me),
SXSW 2023 was full of déjà vu moments. On one level, there’s just too much history here for it not to—you can walk around and say, “Here’s where the
Ozomatli conga line got detained, here’s where some guy punched a police horse at the
Death From Above 1979 show and, hey, remember the crush on the Driskill steps when there was a rumor of a
Skrillex after-set?”
But beyond those kinds of ghosts, there’s a rhythm and a ritual to a zillion bands cramming into every available room in town to show whomever might be here to listen to what they’ve got. And now, in the aftermath of the pandemic, the
Penske acquisition and years of gradual overindulgence (corporate, megastar and just in general), there’s a back-to-basics vibe, with a larger proportion of truly developing artists (many hailing from overseas) putting in the work.
My own itinerary was largely focused on new co-management clients
Overcoats, who came for a brace of shows in advance of their album,
Winner (4/7, via
Thirty Tigers), including a joyously packed
Women That Rock showcase, a closing jaunt at the venerated
Paste party and appearances at showcases for
High Road Touring and
A2IM. In these, the band was joined by a breathtaking variety of acts, including Nashville singer-songwriter
Devon Gilfillian, the increasingly ubiquitous
New West breakthrough
Sunny War, high-lonesome acolytes
Sarah Shook & the Disarmers and one of my own must-sees, Canadian songwriter
William Prince.
As has increasingly been the case amid the festival’s evolution, the international element was pronounced, with a wide variety of acts including Aussie rockers
Civic, a revamped version of krautrock classicists
Tangerine Dream (anchored by
Ulrich Schnauss), Britain’s punishingly beautiful
Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs Pigs (pictured in tease), Seoul’s
Asian Glow (above) and Canadian indie power poppers
Kiwi Jr.
While the ebb of celebrity traffic has blunted the festival’s hip-hop edge (anyone remember seeing an early, early
Kendrick Lamar set with
Mobb Deep?), there was a
Jadakiss sighting, and
Killer Mike lived large at the
Spin showcase at
Stubb’s. Yes,
boygenius (below) played the airport baggage claim, and a slew of acclaimed acts ranging from
Margo Price to
Superchunk to
The Zombies (top) passed through, but even some touched by celebrity are, in fact, developing acts—be it
The Bad Ones (whose record features once-upon-a-time
R.E.M. drummer
Billy Berry) or
Stone Gossard’s limber rock project
Painted Shield.

Other notable emerging artists included
Rett Madison, Revenge Wife (featuring
Liz Nistico from
Holychild),
Evan Bartels, shredders
Poison Ruin, LA/NYC’s thrilling
Near Beer, the fast-tracking, post-hardcore
Militarie Gun and kindred Philly spirits
Soul Glo.
Blondshell,
The Nude Party,
Rachel Ana Dobken,
Madison McFerrin,
Michigander and
Sudan Archives further populate a list that goes on more or less ad infinitum.
While my own obligations and traffic pattern limited my firehose dosage, SXSW is here and back for the taking, and at my own time of departure in the wee hours of Friday morning, I’m leaving it still in full swing. But, hey, I think once again every spring, we can start to close the Seders of the music business with the phrase “Next year… in Austin!”
Photos: Shannon Johnston, Renee Dominguez/Getty Images and Diego Donamaria/Getty Images for SXSW