It's a Thursday night at Shea Stadium, and a girl goes by on roller skates while the So So Glos play. The place isn't packed, but it's a party anyway. The band careens around the stage while dropping straight power punk crammed with voice cracks and smart middle eights, wearing leather jackets, and looking straight from central casting in the best possible way. The crowd (save a few hippie-twirlers)... More >>>