A few weeks ago in Soho, the fiercely individual yet roaming-in-a-pack Secret Machines were t.c.b.—takin' care of bidness: They were busy cramming in a day of record- label obligations after just getting back from doing your, you know, standard young-rock-band-on-the-go thang—like filming a full-length movie! (Uh, more on that later.) In a couple days they'd fly to Florida to play the Langerado Music Festival, then off to South by Southwest, where, according to mouth-foaming bloggers, they pried open a Texas-sized can of... More >>>