Producer Daedelus has a new EP, Righteous Fists of Harmony, out via Flying Lotus’ label Brainfeeder. The 8-track EP features “Order of the Golden Dawn” featuring Laura Darlington, available for download at XLR8R, who call it “perfect for intimate gatherings or a round of passionate afternoon sex, or as the ever-romantic Daedelus might prefer, lovemaking.” Yowza!

The L.A. producer has a few tour dates over the spring and summer, including the Electron Festival in Switzerland. Daedelus puts out a mighty good EP, and apparently it’s the gift that will keep on giving.

In a word, yes. There are certain genres of food that lend themselves to restaurant settings in which obscenely bad tunes are played.

There are actually two restaurants I worship for two separate reasons (one has the best garlic naan I’ve ever crammed in my craw and the other has a miraculously luscious, perfectly cooked, sweet-but-not-cloying, saffron-infused rice pudding).

They’re both in New York’s Little India, and I can no longer bear to set foot into them because of the ear-jarring Indi-pop that screeches through the restaurant sound system and repeatedly sucker punches the pleasure centers in my brain.

The same goes for favorite BBQ, Irish and Korean joints around town. I can’t eat the food in peace if my brain is melting. And say it ain’t so, but the same problem is now plaguing the Bao empire: noxious tunes are threatening the dining experiences of committed elevated Vietnamese street food cuisine enthusiasts.

At BarBao, the speakers blare Asian pop, and according to one recent reviewer, an Asian-reggae version of John Denver’s horrifying classic “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” (One of my college friends actually blared this at parties when she wanted people to leave–an effective–if vaguely sociopathic–policy.) However, at BiaGarden, MetroMix users praise the “great music” Michael Hyunh and co. selected for their blaring purposes.

Could it be that music, like beauty, like food, and like all aesthetic creations is in the eye of the listener/taster/beholder? Perhaps there are footloose and fancy free ladies who sway to the Indi Pop beat while happily noshing on their naan.

For a few deep thoughts on the pitfalls of intense tunes (indigestion, frowny lines, acid reflux), check out Gael Greene and Andrew Wintner’s take on the terrifying implications over at WNYC.

Your plans? They’ll change. SXSW is about going with the flow, easy to do when there are so many bands playing in the concentrated, Mardi Gras-like party that is downtown Austin.

We started out with The Middle East at the Paste Magazine day party (props to Paste for their killer lineup the previous day too). The Australian band worked a short set, maybe because they’ll be back–a summer tour kicks off soon.

The Sub Pop/Hardly Art showcase at The Galaxy Room featured several bands we’ve been meaning to catch, including Avi Buffalo and Golden Triangle. Le Loup warmed the crowd with a set that ranged from distorted noise to pretty pop, and their strong following was evident when the audience cleared after their set.

The Dutchess and The Duke were up next, who weren’t as cranky as live reviews have made them out to be (maybe they were on their best behavior or just too tired from schlepping around Austin). The duo played “Running Out of Time,” the standout “Reservoir Park” and “Let it Die,” a song with deceptively happy instrumentation and serious lyrics.

And just to show you the crazy range of people who attend SXSW, right after leaving the Sub Pop show we bumped into Bun B, presumably on the way to Ace Lounge (though we hear he didn’t take the stage until after the club “closed.”)

It was time for some uplift, so the night wrapped with an intimate performance from Cubic Zirconia, who rocked the Burlesque Design party. The trio ran through a high-energy, scream-filled set despite it being 1 a.m. (that’s late for Texas!). When they finished, breakdancers from Austin and Chicago took to their own makeshift stage on the floor. Burlesque is the same art crew behind the always-fun Dre Day.

According to my highly scientific foodie analysis of musicians and their fans, the most rock ‘n’ roll breakfast of them all is the breakfast burrito. Ah yes, the breakfast burrito contains everything one needs to soak up the rather unwholesome remnants of last night’s excesses.

(Conversely, urbandictionary.com cites the definition of a rock ‘n’ roll breakfast as “when beer is substituted for milk in preparation of a bowl of cereal”–quite probable in Austin).

In its platonic form, the breakfast burrito is a honkin’ round of flour tortilla, warmed and browned on a buttered griddle and packed to bustin’ with all manners of protein-infused, cheap and filling ingredients like eggs, chorizo, cheddar cheese, beans, queso fresco, avocados, ham products and fried potatoes with luscious centers the texture of your momma’s cold cream. Not to mention the invigorating toppings like spicy salsa, cilantro, garlicky guacamole or a soothing shot of sour cream.

For SXSW, the always timely New York Times busted out with a guide to finding the perfect breakfast burrito in Austin. Behold the beauty:

PORFIRIO’S A variety of breakfast tacos, from carne guisada to potato, egg and bacon. 1512 Holly Street (Comal Street), (512) 476-5030.

TACODELI Try El Popeye— spinach and scrambled eggs with crumbled queso fresco. 1500 Spyglass Drive (Barton Skyway), (512) 732-0303, tacodeli.com.

TAMALE HOUSE The owner, Robert Vasquez, talks about the taco wars, when the price went down to 35 cents. 5003 Airport Boulevard (East 50th Street), (512) 453-9842.

TAQUERIA LA FLOR This trailer sells puffy potato tacos. 4901 South First Street (Heartwood Drive.)

TORCHY’S TACOS At five locations, Torchy’s sells tacos with eggs, guacamole, fried poblanos, carrots and poblano ranch sauce, among other styles. 1311 South First Street (Elizabeth Street ), (512) 366-0537, and four other locations, torchystacos.com.

Black Sands, the fourth full-length from British producer Bonobo (née Simon Green), is out March 23 via Ninja Tune. The 12-track album features two songs with fellow labelmate Andreya Triana, whose voice you may recognize from Flying Lotus’ “Tea Leaf Dancers” on his Reset EP. Check out the video for “The Keeper.”

Bonobo hits the road in April for a U.S. tour that starts in Chicago and continues to major cities. And for anyone shopping around for a remix, Bonobo is the man for the job. The producer will remix a track from one lucky winner, and contestants are encouraged to submit “anything from your cutting-edge dubstep to the oompah-band you play in at weekends.” That epic track you’ve been sweating over? Upload it now.

And what’s a new album without a couple free tracks these days? Download the “Eyes Down” preview edit as well as the Warrior One remix.

Like everything else, the techies have a head start at SXSW. Today marks the beginning of SXSW Interactive, where companies gather to hash out emerging technology, websites, video games and cool new start-ups. (And we do mean hash–why, there are session-specific hashtags, of course).

We’re testing out the ways to engage more with video technology alongside other proud geeks who are also thinking ahead. There are keynote speeches, panel discussions, a trade show, an arcade to kill some serious time in and the annual Webby Awards (we’re a former finalist!).

And since our business is music and technology, one of our stops during the upcoming week will be at SoundCtrl’s FlashFwd event next Tuesday. RSVP at http://flashfwd.eventbrite.com

I am inordinately obsessed with Rick’s Picks. It’s a serious problem. Not a day goes by that I don’t tap into my personality disorder du jour and find a solution at the bottom of one of Rick’s homemade bottles of pickled goodness.

Depressed? Take a few doses of pickled paprika okra and call me in the morning.  Zoloft and Prozac can’t hold a candle to Rick’s sweet, tangy Smokra.

PMS? Nab some Mean Beans, bitch. His spicy green bean pickles have a spooky ability to whip your palate into such a saliva-running, tongue-curdling frenzy, your headache, moodiness and bloat will float away.

Bee n’ Beez, Handy Corn and Phat Beets are Rick’s workhorse multi-taskers, to which I turn for all manner of odd complaints. And I’m not alone: Scores of New Yorkers consider Rick’s Picks as essential to their psychological survival as vodka, Paxil, dark chocolate and yoga.

Rick grew up in hippie bliss in Vermont, pickling away with his parents, only to toss it for a career in TV. (The fool! The poor, mad fool!) He eventually woke up and smelled the briney deliciousness, and he’s never turned back.

One of Rick’s primary sources of inspiration is, natch, music. As he explains on his blog, “Pickling embraces all of our senses. We smell our spices. We touch our vegetables to examine their texture. We delight in the visual appeal of our final products. And tasting? That’s the best part. But what about sound? My personal experience of home canning has been defined over the years by a fairly short list of records that I revel in listening to while pickling. Certain records just get you in the spirit.”

His all-time fave is Beau Jocque’s Pick Up On This! Other must-haves for home canners, per Rick: Bob Marley and the Wailers, Natty Dread; John Coltrane, A Love Supreme; The Rolling Stones, Get Yer Ya-Yas Out!; Allen Toussaint, From A Whisper To a Scream; David Bowie, Bowie at The Beeb.

I’ll leave the canning to him, but I have taken to chomping on his pickles to the tune of Rick’s Music Picks, adding yet another layer of complexity to my soused veg noshing experience.