EGG, IN YOUR FACE

It’s 6:10 p.m. on Sixth Street in Austin during SXSW, and there are 600-plus on the street watching Nashville’s greatest underground punk export, Snooper. But the band’s performance isn’t sponsored by the U.S. Army, its giant green papiermâché mosquito isn’t bouncing around in a venue, and the band’s psychedelic video units built to look like stand-up arcade games aren’t connected to a stage.