Calexico’s latest album, Carried to Dust, moves with a supple beauty, weaving ballads through burnt Southwestern sounds and Latin rhythms on par with 2003 breakthrough Feast of Wire.
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Ms. Marshall’s gonna make it up to you, baby. more at www.austinchronicle.com

I remember a March afternoon in Stubb’s four years ago when a Swedish garage band came out and made the Spin party feel more like a concert than ever before. T more at www.austin360.com

Wreckless Eric was one of the original Stiff artists, releasing the legendary Whole Wide World back in 1977. more at www.austin360.com

Despite hit-or-miss debut Broken Boy Soldiers, Jack White and the Raconteurs stormed Austin City Limits Music Fest 2006 like a seven-nation army, even firing off a cover of Nancy Sinatra’s “Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down).” The supergroup reloads Friday night (Saturday is sold out) with latest Consolers of the Lonely, a dynamic combination of Brendan Benson’s best melodramatic ballads and garage blues. Raleigh, N.C.-based retro-rockers Birds of Avalon fly first. – Austin Powell more at austinchronicle.com

Still riding the buzz of 2006 debut The Loon, Minneapolis quartet Tapes ’n Tapes ups the ante with latest Walk It Off (XL), reeling in rambunctious indie rock with help from Mercury Rev’s Dave Fridmann. Local trio White Denim, hot off a European tour, returns with its freewheelin’ blend of neo-psychedelia and soulful garage pop. Grab a copy of the trio’s Fall Tour ’08 LP. – Austin Powell
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Summer 2001, Coney Island. I’m standing front and center, sweating profusely under the oppressive July sun as Les Savy Fav commands the stage. Singer Tim Harrington is wearing flimsy, red jogging shorts, then he’s wearing only a small white towel. He runs off stage in the towel, through the crowd, right toward the Cyclone, and gets in line. The other band members look at one another and end the song.more at austinchronicle.com

The Future Clouds and Radar Fifedom, ensconsed in the shadowy hill country of Texas, approximately 30 minutes outside of Austin, has been battling corporate mediocrity in the arts, in a rather half-hearted way, since March 17th, 2006 around about 7:10 pm.read more at austin360.com

The Fiery Furnaces chopped up everything from frantic blues-rock to synth-y silly pop on their 2003 debut, Gallowsbird’s Bark, and apparently haven’t tired of building entire albums from scraps since. Siblings and leaders Eleanor and Matthew Friedberger usually make those scraps charming and catchy, keeping the hooks and art-rock trickery coming at equally befuddling speeds. They’re also compulsive storytellers (they even made a concept album about their grandmother, 2005’s Rehearsing My Choir) and the tales often make the songs a little easier to follow. Then again, even those are pretty easy to lose track of on the new Widow City, on which the Furnaces’ approach is a bit less satisfying than before, but still lively and elusive. Chicago’s Pit Er Pat has toured relentlessly since its 2005 debut full-length, Shakey, honing its airy, improv-informed sound on last year’s Pyramids.

The hirsute pride of Austin rawk drops No Generation.read more at AustinChronicle.com