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" The last day of South by Southwest feels like the &amp;quot;goodbye&amp;quot; moment at summer camp: you&amp;#039;re exhausted, you haven&amp;#039;t hooked up yet, and you feel like you&amp;#039;ve got to pack it all in to one very quick amount of time. Thankfully, we did.  Look out, White Stripes: Jack White may want to pay attention to the unsigned Jersey band the Parlor Mob, who sound like they studied every Zeppelin song meticulously, and then decided to write the best album Zeppelin never recorded. Truly mind-bending guitar playing, plus the singer almost looks like a young Robert Plant! (Visit Parlor Mob&amp;#039;s MySpace page. (Seriously. It&amp;#039;s worth the click.))  The best band you&amp;#039;ve never heard: These guys, whose air-guitar-drum-flute masterpieces were heard not resonating on the steps of the Hotel Driskill.  Clusterfuck of the day: In the mid-afternoon, The Polyphonic Spree were supposed to play a blogger-curated day party at the club Mowhawk, which&amp;#039;d also rented out the space next door, Club DeVille. Problem was, the Spree were too big for the Mowhawk&amp;#039;s tiny stage -- so organizers attempted to shuffle people back and forth between the two venues, resulting in traffic jams, bitter security-guard yelling, and a bunch of people who could only see one of the Spree&amp;#039;s drummers pound it out atop a huge stack of speakers.  Amy Winehouse vs. Lily Allen, Round 4: With no more scheduled Austin appearances, Allen was behind going into day four -- and was dealt a bitter blow with Winehouse&amp;#039;s appearance on the front of the Austin Chronicle&amp;#039;s SXSW coverage. Furthermore, thanks to her numerous shows -- both the ones she played and the ones she didn&amp;#039;t -- Winehouse&amp;#039;s name was on everyone&amp;#039;s lips.  But the knockout punch was dealt when we asked Cold War Kids bassist Matt Maust his thoughts on the battle: &amp;quot;I haven&amp;#039;t heard either of them -- but don&amp;#039;t they sell Lily Allen&amp;#039;s music at Starbucks?&amp;quot; That&amp;#039;s gotta sting. And after four days, the big SXSW winner is: Amy Winehouse.  The best way to end SXSW... By singing along to The Presidents of The United States of America&amp;#039;s forgotten classic &amp;quot;Peaches&amp;quot; while pretending to be 15 years old again, except now you&amp;#039;re drunk and get the sexual double-entendre.  The second best way to end SXSW... Getting drunk on 6th Street, which is not only swarmed by badge-wearing throngs of SXSW attendees, but also by locals who are raging in the streets, celebrating St. Patrick&amp;#039;s Day.  The worst way to end SXSW: To push past all physical limitations and hit up a late night party, where the cliche-but-hype-y band Tokyo Police Club makes you wonder if you should have gone to an Irish pub instead. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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