A sequel that’s faster, flashier and more bombastic than the original
Punk's not dead, it's playing a 12-hour gig in a shop. Rogan, New York (October 14)
4.58pm Pink Eyes tries his hand at break-dancing and manages to smash his head on one of the monitors in the process. NME decides to put 911 on speed-dial.5.45pm Always one for classic punk nostalgia, Moby shows up to help the band rip through Ramones’ ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’ and Wire’s ‘12XU’. 5.46pm Kids start jumping off the PA.
6.05pm The singer from The Vivian Girls throws beer cans over everyone. 6.25pm J Mascis almost cracks a smile. 7.30pm A breather at last. To think most bands wouldn’t have even got out of bed yet. 9pm The marathon continues as Tim Harrington from Les Savy Fav joins the group.
10.30pm Vampire Weekend’s Prince Preppy, Ezra Koenig, gets onstage. He looks absolutely terrified at the sight of 100 sweaty punks lunging at him, but holds himself together long enough to convincingly scream out the lyrics to ‘Parents’ by the Descendents. He does it while wearing khakis and loafers too. Respect.
Midnight J Mascis jams with assorted musicians. It’s getting like Night Of The Living Dead now. Some dude is pissing against the wall inside the venue. 1.30am Bassist Sandy Miranda is passed out through exhaustion in the van and the rest of FU look like zombies as they gather onstage for about their 15th and final set of the day.
2.30am Somehow, they muster enough energy to set off one final round of pandemonium during the closing ‘Crusades’. A tad short of 12 hours, but who cares? Fucked Up are the punkest thing New York has seen for decades.
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