As has been said since man first tasted the bitter swill of disappointment lo those many moons ago: womp womp.

Best Coast performs at Hype Hotel on March 18, 2015. (Eric Webb/American-Statesman)

Best Coast, California’s premier surf brats, came to Hype Hotel on Wednesday night with their proverbial board all waxed up and ready to surf through their deeply delightful catalog. But a late start meant a wipeout for those plans.

Upon learning from guitarist Bobb Bruno that the band only had ten minutes left to play after only knocking out just a handful of songs, frontwoman Bethany Cosentino — an aspirational vision in a black-and-white, grid-patterned jumpsuit — did not mince words.

“(Expletive) SXSW. That’s all I’ll say.”

The band sparkled (in a punk sort of way) with what time they had. New track “California Nights” washed their signature “if Gidget smoked in the bathroom” sound with spacey noise waves. Golden State love letter “The Only Place” went hard and pleasant simultaneously, letting Cosentino use the refrain “We have fun” as a hypnotic inducement.

Unintended closer “Boyfriend” saw Cosentino ditch the guitar and cut a sliver of vulnerability into her gritty facade. She sealed it up right quick. After the final note, one word: “Peace,” and she and her jumpsuit strutted backstage with a Miller Lite in each hand.