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Vegetables are for the weak, and barbecue is always a good decision. Iron Works BBQ is right around the corner from the Austin convention center, aka the center of the lanyard universe. The result is a line out the door, bands at every table, and a client list that includes every candidate or elected official to every come through Austin.

Most of the day was spent at Club 1808, which is in relatively deep East Austin, meaning well off the beaten SXSW path.  The occasion was the showcase put on by Pianos, the Ludlow Street purveyor of fine sounds. A couple of highlights included New Moods (a precise and raucous four-piece fronted by Billy Jones of Other Passengers and Gang Gang Dance engineer Sean Maffucci), a short but sweet set from Chicago beatsmen The Hood Internet, and your boys Das Racist.

New Moods getting loooow.

The highlight of the day, however, was Tormenta Tropical, an ongoing San Francisco-based party that for the purposes of SXSW took a sojourn to Austin and pulled double duty as a full on showcase. Leading off the night was the Ghetto Bassquake soundsystem, featuring some of the most ruthless DJs of the bubbling cumbia, tropicalia, and otherwise limitless bass movements. GBQ chief Vamanos and Dutty Artz affiliates¬†Uproot Andy and Chief Boima led things off, and as the dancefloor packed up and out, they were followed by bass-heavy sets from NYC’s Matt Shadetek, Austin’s DJ Orion, and the party-wreckers themselves, Germany’s Schlacthofbronx. From front to back, non-stop bass and quality selections.

Chief Boima and Old Money Massive

Shadetek gets it in.

Schlacthofbronx officially wrecks the floor.

And finally, the night wrapped up with a one-two combination of the Hybrid himself, Detroit’s Danny Brown, and new Shady Aftermath Records signees Slaughterhouse, the coast to coast supergroup featuring Crooked I, Joe Budden, Joell Ortiz, and Royce da 5’9″. Quite the contrast between one of hip hop’s fastest rising and hard-to-define stars, and a group that carries the torch for a hip hop that is nearly one generation removed.

Danny Brown, rocking the Bowie shirt.

Slaughterhouse do it to it.