EGG, IN YOUR FACE
It’s 6:10 p.m. on Sixth Street in Austin during SXSW, and there are 600-plus on the street watching Nashville’s greatest underground punk export, Snooper. But the band’s performance isn’t sponsored by the U.S. Army, its giant green papiermâché mosquito isn’t bouncing around in a venue, and the band’s psychedelic video units built to look like stand-up arcade games aren’t connected to a stage.
EGG, IN YOUR FACE
Snõõper’s brand of punk keeps Austin—hell, the whole US of A— real weird
Derek Scancarelli
It’s 6:10 p.m. on Sixth Street in Austin during SXSW, and there are 600-plus on the street watching Nashville’s greatest underground punk export, Snooper. But the band’s performance isn’t sponsored by the U.S. Army, its giant green papiermâché mosquito isn’t bouncing around in a venue, and the band’s psychedelic video units built to look like stand-up arcade games aren’t connected to a stage. Instead, the units are plugged into hundreds of feet of extension cords placing the amps directly adjacent to the sidewalk. Punk style, just right out in the open. Is the band worried about being within earshot of more than a dozen cops? No, and if they were, they probably wouldn’t have set up directly in front of them. This is Snooper ina nutshell—fun, chaotic, dorky, rock ’n’ roll through and through, but more than anything else, totally and completely endearing. Even Austin’s finest let them finish their set uninterrupted, just watching along from the sidewalk, giggling to each other from underneath their cop-staches.
The power of the riff compels you, I guess.