It’s Saturday night, and like millions of concertgoers across the country, I’m lining up outside a 21 and over club, hoping desperately that my underage friend will get in. She’s borrowed a fake for tonight, and though it looks nothing like her (and is, in fact, printed on cardboard), she’s going for it anyway, despite the odds. Tonight, Hinds plays, and seeing the best new surf rock band, all the way from Madrid, is something we absolutely can’t miss, no matter what the cops say. Inside, Amber and Ade, who play drums and bass in Hinds respectively, are holding down the fort at the merch table. Prices for brightly-colored t-shirts and vinyl copies of their debut EP Leave Me Alone are written in neat Sharpied letters on the back of a beer box, marks of last night’s party still visible in the cardboard indentations.