City Paper is not for tourists
Indie rock is over. Sure, a decade ago every band from Canada was stealing from new wave’s playbook, but nowadays, Arcade Fire have sold out (or cashed in, depending on your perspective). Indie is no longer authentic; it’s part of mainstream culture, to the extent that it’s now deeply, deeply uncool. So what subgenre is in its place? Punk rock, you idiot, and it’s been waiting for you this whole time. Forget about Green Day and (ugh) Good Charlotte. There are dozens of band who want you, yes you, to party and drink the finest, cheapest whiskey the bar offers. Austin’s OBN IIIs are at the forefront of this movement, and their garage punk sounds like a PBR-fueled good time. The opening track of their latest album is called “No Time for the Blues,” which might as well be a treatise. There’s no time for the blues, ever, these days. It’s too fucking slow. OBN IIIs perform Oct. 27 at 10 p.m. at Comet Ping Pong, $12.