This torrid San Diego trio are my pick for most exciting prospect at Freakout Festival. You can't help hearing MC5-like revolutionary fervor in the Schizophonics' raunchy ramalama and those gruff, Rob Tyner–esque vocals, and anyone who can't get with that is not someone you want to know, brothers and sisters. The jams that Pat and Lety Beers and a rotating cast of bassists kick out fill you with emergency-room energy and the kind of invincible feelings needed to resist the corrupt administration currently desecrating democracy. Or you could channel all that kundalini the Schizophonics are generating to fuck all night. by Dave Segal