By indolence and insolence

Keeping it in an early '80s New York headspace, here's a cool rocker from a somewhat forgotten album. This song finds the Blank Generation doing its best to more fully debase itself in the unforgiving last hours of long, ungraceful nights. But not without a sense of desperate community. Maybe they're all held together by the wires of Robert Quine's brilliant guitar.

Richard Hell & The Voidoids - Downtown At Dawn