It could be a warm summer night any where in America. Smoke swims through the heavy evening air: you can most feel the electricity crackle | through the moisture. It's the kind of light that nudges at the teenager in I me—dark, sweaty, and tense. A per-

feet evening for rock 'n' roll. On stage, The Cars grind out a hypnotic set On each song the basic riff builds and grows, until the tune can't help but arrest the attention of any and all listeners. As their opening stint bubbles to a close, the tiny hall feels like a pressure cooker, steaming at the