Not going to lie, by the third day of Hopscotch things are starting to get a little exhausting. If you've been taking in the day parties and staying out until the last band of the night plays their last notes, you've managed a good twelve to fourteen hours of live music a day. But the party is still going strong, and the festival saves some of its best acts for the weekend, so there's nothing to do but grab some coffee, rally, and get out there.
In 1977 a fussy proto/post punk band from NYC dropped one of the most influential albums in rock n' roll history. Forty years later, we're talking about why this fidgety masterpiece not only influenced and defined a generation of musicians, but why it sounds just as vital and savage as it did way back when.
That's it. That's the pitch.
Are you in, or is you isn't?