It's hard to believe it's been a whole year since the White Rabbit — the dark, dingy rock club with the perpetual line of Hot Topic devotees queuing up at 5 p.m. — morphed into mid-level mecca Paper Tiger. The Transmission Events-fed destination for past and present icons of the pop music world, as well as a springboard for local talent to gain exposure opening for more established fare, began with a resounding barrage of badass shows. Just in the past year, the venue has hosted Texas garage rock idol Roky Erickson, the on-again, off-again Murder City Devils, hip-hop heavyweights Naughty By Nature, indie icons of Montreal, comedian Hannibal Buress, punk doo woppers King Khan & BBQ Show, !!! and The Dandy Warhols, to name a few.
In celebration of their birthday, the folks behind the venue are throwing a party for all to enjoy. Simply entitled Heatwave, the show, running from noon to midnight (at least), will be an excellent opportunity to catch buzz bands in the independent music circuit, local talent and to make Sunday's fourth Burger Hangover Fest — bursting at its frayed seams with raw rock righteousness — live up to its blurry-eyed, head-splitting name. Here are some of the acts you should avoid skipping to get high in the car (wait for the set changeover, rookie). Just FYI, you can score two-day passes to both events for $35.
Kicking things off on the small stage will be local ethereal soundscaper Ellis Redon (12:30pm). The Coolers (1pm), comprised of San Anto rock 'n' roll know-it-alls the Fleming brothers, are not to be missed as they've never disappointed in any capacity. If synths and beats can cause nervous breakdowns upon listening, Moze Pray's (1:30pm) sparse use of anything but noise will make you more uncomfortable than watching snuff porn with your parents. Interestingly, creep-electro bondage outfit Troller's (2pm) video for "Not Here" is close to a snuff film. The sensual vulgarity of the trio should get everybody super sad and randy at the start of the day.
Methyl Ethel (4pm) will be opening for Radiohead soon, sharing the pedigree of manic, mysterious melodies, angelic swaths of smooth sax and dopa-mined samples with the world's biggest band. Catch 'em before you're forced to drive to The Woodlands with your pockets full of mushrooms, weed and a serious case of paranoia.
Another group with a knack for softcore videos, complete with a Hitchcockian pantyhose-lens sheen, is Boan (8:45pm), particularly their video for "Babylon," an intoxicating dance anthem, stuck inside of you after the first listen.
Another in the long line of artists writing songs in the Depechian mode, minimalists Lust For Youth (6:20pm) must have sold their souls to the same devil of dance as Kraftwerk, Dave Gahan and the Pet Shop Boys. Perfect for pining over that doe-eyed, twinky waif across the dance floor.
OK, this may be getting a little redundant but Pure Bathing Culture's (5pm) video for "Pray For Rain" includes a Truth or Dare-era Madonna meets Flashdance-inspired striptease, a perfect mashup for their 21 parts Wilson Phillips, 32 parts Crystal Castles, 69 parts Material Girl sound.
Just like their name implies, San Anto punkers Filthy (4:30pm) get down, dirty and loud enough to be charged with a misdemeanor by the SAPD ... then rip up the citation because they're punks and if it's too loud, you're probably a narc.
Even though Morrissey — who's known for his large Latino following — is heralded as one of the most witty whiners, San Antonio fans have no idea what self-described "cholo goth" Prayers (7:40pm) has in store for them in the pity-me department. Embracing his "I don't give a fuck" attitude, former gang member and Prayers founder Rafael Reyes sings over an '80s beat: "I'm alone in this world / I'm alone / I'm alone / I'm alone / I'm alone in this fucking world," all while masterfully applying lipstick and drawing on tear drops.
Headliners Protomartyr (9:15pm), who are sick and tired of hearing about being from the depressed capitalist shanty town of Detroit, are from the depressed capitalist shanty town of Detroit. I only mention this because their nary-a-dance-beat drive, wrought with baritone lyrics pulled from the more poetic scriptures of a politically nihilistic psychology student, are splendidly fitting for the city that D.C. forgot.
Fragile like powdery butterfly wings and more tragic than your first unrequited love, CocoRosie's (10:30pm) offbeat and distressingly beautiful music still has an underlying feminine strength that makes them more than a heartbroken damsel in distress. After the release of a solo effort and their sixth full-length album — Heartache City — the sisters Casady return to their roots of using fragmented antiquated instruments, children's toys and drum machines paired with their delicate childlike and grand operatic voices.