I dropped by Maggie Mae’s on Austin’s 6th Street (aka, at 1 a.m., the Lone Star Gomorrah) to see Allen Stone. From Chewelah, Wa., by way of Seattle, Stone has an energetic, soulful sound that’s positive without being smarmy. After a brutal stretch of sound checking, he took the stage, and even with the feedbacking and reverbing from the equipment, brought the audience to his party.
Stone is a somewhat disorienting (in the best possible way) stage presence, with a look that says Brooklyn in the 00s and a voice that says Motown in the 70s. But his magnetism—not to mention a spectacular voice—manages to bring the combo off.
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