The first time I heard They Might Be Giants, I was en route to Canobie Lake, sitting shotgun in my brother’s truck. I was something like ten years old and my brother Stuart, clocking in at over 15 years my senior, was trying to teach me a thing or two about Being Awesome. Step one? A little cassette called Flood, from a band that got its start a few short miles away in Lincoln, Mass.
To say that Cowboy and Indian—an oft-shifting collective of musicians producing dreamy, bluesy tunes with a satisfyingly vintage feel—are an Austin-based band isn’t wrong, but it’s not the whole story. ...