The closest thing I had to a starstruck moment at this year's SXSW was seeing the Horrors walking packlike down Sixth Street in the middle of the day. I've met and hung out with musicians I admire more without feeling that way, possibly because most of what I listen to is made by people who dress pretty much like everyone I know. The Horrors, on the other hand, seem to reject the idea of street clothes entirely. Even on a sweltering Texas afternoon they still dress like a gang of Victorian dandies who've somehow discovered early Motley Crue--or, as I've heard them described more succinctly, "like a bunch of gay vampires." They probably work harder on their outfits than on their music, but that's OK. Rock 'n' roll doesn't have to be much more than a handful of gnarly blues progressions for me to like it--and last year's self-titled EP and this year's Strange House (Stolen Transmission) both sound like the Cramps and Alien Sex Fiend in a sweaty, gasping dog pile. Schoolyard Heroes and the Goldstars open. a 9 PM, Abbey Pub, 3420 W. Grace, 773-478-4408 or 866-468-3401, $14, $12 in advance, 18+.