But this flood of indistinguishable junk rock only exposes artists that refuse to submit to formula, and this year’s festival was fortunately rife with bands that definitely have something new and interesting to contribute. The best of these was Brooklyn country rockers O’Death.

Perhaps the only Appalachian punk band in the history of indie rock, O’Death plays a manic, discomforting brand of deconstructed roots music that transforms traditional banjo rolls and bluegrass tropes into a jangling yet tuneful acoustic mess. They could accurately be called a Man Man for the alt-country set, but that’s probably selling them short.