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I'm not sure why Brooklyn post-punk band Hunters aren't a bigger deal. I mean, they've risen in status through hard work and constant gigging over the past few years, but aside from a stray Village Voice cover, I've never sensed a real crackle of critical adulation. Swearin', who played before them, seem to get more love among young rock-oriented writers on the Internet, right? And they were OK but honestly, in terms of locked-in performance, star power, and sex appeal, Hunters blew them straight off the stage. The band reminds me of those I might have seen at the Mercury Lounge in 2003, at a time when it was a more unchallenged hotbed for the best young bands as Brooklyn venues were still sort of finding their legs. Those bands now headline basketball arenas. I guess we'll see how it goes when their debut full-length drops later this month...
HOPSCOTCH FEST, I fuckin sneezed and ruined my entire fuckin back. I'm very sorry. I can't even wipe my ass. Forgive me. Ill make it up.
— THE SYMBOL (@ActionBronson) September 6, 2013
Action Bronson was scheduled to open for recently demystified, second-best Odd Future member Earl Sweatshirt, but as a certified "big fella" his back was savagely tweaked by an over-peppered egg sandwich or something, leaving very available hip-hop pioneer Big Daddy Kane to fill the void. Kane, who made his name with Biz Markee and the ret of Queens' famous juice crew in the late 80s, looked incredible for a middle-aged guy and performed with vigor. He freestyled, worked the room, brought out a b-boy crew. It was hardly a tired performance. What I saw couldn't help but feel like a museum piece, though, a historical re-enactment of hip-hop's old-school. Still, you have to give the festival organizers credit for coming up with such an able replacement, if not one with a more electric relevancy.