With one week until SXSW, and a snowstorm ready to hit New England, I had Austin on the brain this afternoon, so we dedicated today's BOSTON ACCENTS to a handful of bands headed to Texas this month. For each band's full SXSW lineup and itinerary, click on the links to their respective homepages and/or profiles.

While some of us had to board the SXSW Sad Plane and get back to beautiful, warm and scene Boston USA, the rest of the Phoenix crew hung back in Austin into the engaging Sunday afternoon and caught a bunch of still-raging 617ers over at the Treehouse on 6th. It was all a part of the second half of Wadzilla Mansion's two-part showcase, and well, it sucks those cats can put on shows 1,993 miles away and not in Allston due to permit bullshit.

Praise Jah for video. I almost forgot stumbling into the MSTRKRFT party at the Mohawk, I think on late Friday night closer to Saturday's a.m. curfew, ending Day 3 of SXSW's music chapter with a motherfucking hard dance party courtesy of the Toronto electro duo. Shit got so real Carl Lavin of Great Scott and Boston Band Crush's Richard Bouchard, two notably staunch rock and roll dudes, were taking it all in, eye-closed, head-bobbling, with our crew on the dance floor near the bar (obvs).

“Zero tolerance for fraudulence,” shouted the dude from Alabama rap posse G-SIDE on stage at Beauty Bar sometime around 9pm last night, kicking Day 2 of SXSW into some other sort of high gear reserved for those blazed and bloated on free booze and proper BBQ. Wait, why the fuck am I at a hip-hop show? Wasn’t Los Aangeles DJ FRANKI CHAN of IHEARTCOMIX just spinning Ministry and Misfits like seven second ago? More importantly, where’s Fara1?

It’s early this morning, and I’m standing outside the congested Pure Volume VIP entrance when two things catch my fading attention. The text messages from Elizabeth Harper of CLASS ACTRESS, which promises she'll get me into the room of free booze and synthetic fog, and a young, hopefully-at-least-college-aged student named Brooke who has stuff painted on her face and is cute enough for me not to mind her requests for a cigarette (I don’t smoke tobacco).