Of the Austin club Beerland’s many redeeming features, the restroom decor stands supreme. Instead of the usual wallpaper of stickers for never-were bands, hundreds of tags and scrawls (“proof of no god: shit and teeth”) surround vintage liquor ads.
Divine Fits, of course, have a leg up on the sticker set. They’ve got an album in the can and one 7″ in the marketplace, but the pedigree (New Bomb Turks, Papa, Spoon, Handsome Furs, Wolf Parade) would ensure a packed house anywhere, let alone in Britt Daniel’s hometown. The quartet assembled in Beerland last night for an intimate second show — their first without subterfuge — and their heritage served them well: The packed club got 12 tight rock ‘n’ roll tunes, knocked out without fuss.
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