Hey, all the bands get a South By Southwest gig! Beastie says his band had been rejected the last five years in a row. HA HA HA HA HA! Daryl sticks his face in the camera and says, "Austin, Texas, JDB-style." Josh channels Flava Flav and says, "Yeah, boyee!" I guess Josh took Public Enemy Appreciation 101 while at Yale. Dollars well spent. All the bands meet up to play a show at Stubb's BBQ, with still-one-hit-wonders Fastball. Everyone is happy to be together and nervous for the show to air. Amanda says, "It's all right to be terrified. There's no one to ask about this. Hey, what's it like being on a reality show week after week?" Hey, you could have come to the boards here; we've got reality TV stars up the wazoo. Consider us therapy. On second thought, you'll probably be fine. SUCKCRUSTY does "Beautiful," the FLICK song, in their sound check. Sutton's voice cracks all over the place. Josh says the journey has been Behind The Music to Where Are They Now? Skipping, of course, the actual success and fame and accolades that should come in between those two shows, but whatever. Josh probably doesn't care about that. He could be a jazz musician in a minute, if that's what he really wanted!
DOODITZ plays their set, and Josh's head steams. Ew. The crowd politely bobs their heads. Next up is DROOLCOOCOO. Baba Beastie says he felt " a swell of pride" because people were into them at South By Southwest. Oh, shut up. Next up is HOLE-LOW, and Amanda dedicates the set to Adrian, DOODOO singer. Amanda gushes about how she loves Adrian, who is "a bad, evil woman...she could be a HARLOW!" Adrian watches, open-mouthed, and says that HARLOT "brings something out in her, the animalistic side." Yeah, the Sapphic animalistic side, I bet. Does watching Harlow make you want to chow box? Or munch carpet? Maybe some tuna tacos? Come on, you're all thinking it too. Finally, LICKERFUCK plays, with Rex leading off on a cool-sounding rock song we never heard on the show. There's a HARLOW sticker on his guitar. Chimene calls him "Elvis." Say it with me: The Fat Elvis. But Rex isn't fat at all, just scraggly-looking. Rayshele watches her man, I mean "Rex," from the side of the stage. She looks like such a smitten kitten. She said one day she asked about his amp, and ever since then they've talked about guitars and stuff. Yeah, right. Then Josh adds that they've been doing it regularly for some time now. Just kidding -- he says that FLICK could be "the household name," and that they have "the rock-star thing." Yeah, you know, it's really hard to describe what makes someone compelling, or what makes a star a star. Sure, hard work is a part of it, but SUCKTRUCKER proved that hard work isn't enough. Same goes for talent, cough cough DODES cough. Whatever FLICKERSTICK has is "it." Maybe it's the only "it" on the show. Either way, they're selling out shows right now. Choke on it, SHITSPITTER! Rex rips the strings off his guitar one by one.