Named after the former name of a stretch of downtown Austin that led to a state asylum (now Guadalupe Street), these rootsy satirists thrive in banjo-threaded yelps about booze and genitalia, with washboard swipes and cowbells for punchlines, when not vaudville-izing everyone from Bob Dylan to the Beastie Boys. But who needs bells and whistles when you've got a song called "Shave 'em Dry"? (Gavin Paul)
