Yesterday’s travels around Austin took me to the back patio of a pizza parlor that was putting on a three-day popfest, and I stuck around long enough to hear a set by the Brooklyn band Mussels, whose chiming, revved-up rock and roll bounced off the baking concrete and made the slowly-heating-up afternoon all the more pleasant. It probably says something about New York’s music “scene” that I had to go all the way down to Austin to find a band that wasn’t hyped to the gills by the city’s blog-equipped cognoscenti that also happened to be actually pretty decent, but I’ll save all that cranky thinkpiece-styled stuff for my return to the drizzly early-spring weather of the East Coast. [MySpace]