Since I started doing SXSW I’ve made a point to attend this sweet little day party in my own ‘hood called Todd’s Mansion, and failed to follow through every single year until now. By the time I made my way down, however, the cops had already shut down one of the stages (possibly due to the fact it was homemade and not up to code? Who knows). Thankfully that stopped exactly zero bands from playing their sets (or anyone from giving much of a fuck in general). I had the chance to enjoy a sonic menagerie of locals and out-of-staters, from the punk antics of Hamburgesa to the phenomenal Dirty Dishes, who reminded me of an early Hole if Courtney Love would have stuck to psychedelics and left the coke and uppers out of it.
Photos and words by Ashley Bradley.