Catharsis, counterculture, and cacophony: Jackie Moffitt reviews Desolation Center
by Jackie Moffitt
In today’s era of $400 three-day passes and $10 water bottles, it’s easy to take the notion of big music festivals in expansive natural settings for granted. But the earliest incarnations of this concept were something far rawer and weirder, more communal and more inclusive, comprising a story of punk rock brilliance and madness that long went untold.
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