Dexter and the Moonrocks
Self-described "western space grunge" — heavy alt-rock riffs colliding with red-dirt country swagger, breaking out off the viral hit Sad in Carolina.
Three days, a dozen venues, and a lineup built for discovery in downtown Raleigh.
Hopscotch has been Raleigh's music-obsessive holiday since 2010: three September nights where downtown becomes a walkable festival, with one big outdoor stage at City Plaza and a dozen clubs, dive bars, and theaters running sets deep past midnight. The 2026 lineup is classic Hopscotch — 88 acts where the top of the bill is only half the story. Headliners bring the funk, pop, and alt-rock firepower, but the festival's soul is in the club shows: avant-garde legends, cumbia pioneers, screamo upstarts, and half the North Carolina underground sharing the same three blocks. If your favorite festival memory is stumbling into a life-changing set by a band you'd never heard of at 1 a.m., this is your weekend.
Expect indie rock, hip-hop, post-punk and funk across 88 acts.
September 10–12, 2026 — Thursday through Saturday.
Across downtown Raleigh, NC: an outdoor main stage at City Plaza plus a dozen-plus clubs and theaters, all within walking distance.
Dexter and the Moonrocks, Cory Wong, and King Princess top the 88-act bill.
88 acts across three days, from main-stage headliners to late-night club shows.
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Self-described "western space grunge" — heavy alt-rock riffs colliding with red-dirt country swagger, breaking out off the viral hit Sad in Carolina.
Dual-frontwoman indie rock that lovingly resurrects '90s alternative — big fuzzy hooks, deadpan cool, and twin guitar harmonies built for radio that no longer exists.
Hazy, hypnotic psych-folk turned scrappy indie rock — languid fingerpicking that boils over into loose-limbed guitar jams, Nashville cool with no Nashville gloss.
Grammy-winning Miami bassist for Pitbull and Lauryn Hill fronting his own band — country twang filtered through Caribbean roots and island-funk muscle.
The rhythm-guitar machine of Vulfpeck fame — relentlessly upbeat, impossibly tight funk with a horn-powered live band and a clinic's worth of right-hand technique.
Genre-fluid alt-rap showman blending funk, punk energy, and silky R&B into one of the most danceable live sets in hip-hop.
East LA souldies revivalists — slow-burning, string-laden Chicano soul straight out of the lowrider-oldies tradition, dedicated to the slow dance.
Richmond's garage-jazz five-piece fusing '70s fusion, boom-bap, and P-funk into a loose, heavy groove — a rhythm section that could back anyone and chooses to lead.
Swaggering queer pop-rock auteur — torch-song vocals, glam guitar, and arena-sized hooks about messy love, '1950' still the calling card.
Diaristic indie rock that pairs '90s alt guitar crunch with unguarded, quietly devastating songwriting — Sophie Allison's ache in high fidelity.
Laid-back Alabama five-piece riding breezy, groove-forward indie rock — sun-baked guitars and easy falsetto hooks, Muscle Shoals-region ease in a new generation.
Loud, cathartic fuzz-pop — diaristic verses that detonate into grunge-sized choruses built for shouting along, live-wire energy that made her a word-of-mouth favorite.
Beloved and long-dormant Philly emo pioneers back from reunion — noodly twinkling guitars, yelped vocals, and pure basement-show joy that a whole generation of Midwest-emo revivalists learned from.
Pro Era producer-turned-rapper — smoky, soulful East Coast beats under unhurried, writerly bars, in the lineage that runs from Dilla to Earl.
Nicaraguan-American songwriter whose four-track tape songs drift like intercepted signals — intimate, hiss-wrapped folk experiments with an instant cult following.
Young Chicago trio channeling '80s-'90s indie — deadpan harmonies over jangling, motorik guitar pop on Matador, teenage record-collector instincts fully formed.
Brooklyn collective throwing a cosmic dance party — garage grit, fuzzed-out disco shimmer, and deep-groove psychedelia from a many-limbed live band.
Savannah sludge-psych institution — dual drummers, buzzsaw riffs, and swirling psychedelia, returned from a long hiatus with the heaviness intact.
Legendary Peruvian cumbia amazónica band since 1973 — hypnotic surf-guitar jungle grooves that invented a genre and still fill any floor offered.
The Sahara's most electrifying guitarist in a rare stripped-down solo set — hypnotic Tuareg desert blues up close, no amplifier wall required.
Prolific DC rapper-producer whose warm, jazz-laced boom-bap and live band Good Compny make thinking-person's rap groove — craft over hype, always.
Steve Okonski of Durand Jones & The Indications leads a dusty, late-night soul-jazz piano trio on Colemine Records — Guaraldi warmth after hours.
Brooklyn artist once known as Memo Boy — surreal, quietly emotional experimental pop that turned vocal on his album Peanut.
French-American duo making tropical space-age pop — retro-futurist synths, bossa rhythms, and candy-colored melodies, a lounge on a space station.
Wiry garage-punk provocateur — caustic wit, scuzzy riffs, and restless reinvention from record to record, never the same band twice.
Philly's ferocious hardcore standard-bearers — blistering screamo velocity spliced with hip-hop and biting political fury, critical darlings for good reason.
Fugazi's rhythm section plus guitar wizard Anthony Pirog, joined by saxophone titan James Brandon Lewis — post-hardcore muscle meets free-jazz flight.
Atlanta's cosmic punk communalists — chugging, mantra-like southern psych-punk delivered with pastoral sincerity, like a tent revival for people who own Meat Puppets records.
Argentinian-rooted North Carolina singer weaving jazz, soul, gospel, disco, and Latin folk into empowered, anything-can-happen live shows — a genuine one-of-one on any bill.

Ex-Kominas collaborators Sunny Ali and Karna Ray splicing punk's playful cynicism with country's earnest simplicity — deadpan cowpunk with real bite under the twang.
Beer-soaked NYC synth-punk — gain-cranked, neck-twisting party tunes with sugary earworm hooks buried deep in the scuzz, built for sweaty basement abandon.
Riot-grrrl-lineage garage punk out of Durham — fast, funny, furious feminist anthems, loud and economical, that won over Kathleen Hanna herself.
Guitarist Chris Forsyth's rhythm-forward trio — drum machines, samplers, and hypnotic guitars locking into boundary-less art-rock trance, Krautrock patience with a jammer's payoff.
Greensboro indie rock led by Lazuli Ortiz and Ryan Mole, fleshed out live by a rotating cast of collaborators — a homegrown fixture of North Carolina's DIY scene.
Detroit beat-scene heavyweight — Dilla-lineage production with hard-hitting drums, often backed live by his band Nat Turner for a hip-hop set that swings like a fusion gig.
Instrument-swapping Durham noise-rock trio — driving rhythms, angular guitars, and hooks strung tight across the tension, in the proud lineage of amp-worshipping rhythm-section bands.
Kitchen-sink punk split between Cincinnati and NYC — erratic, high-powered live shows that ransack every era of punk and hand the pieces back out of order.
Outer Banks post-punk dream-pop — politically charged atmospherics shot through with garage and progressive fury, coastal isolation turned up loud.
A shape-shifting jazz ensemble whose rotating cast of star sidemen makes every set a one-off.
"Elvis tunes on acid" — New Orleans drum-machine rock 'n' roll grown into a breakneck, electrified full band, Suicide's pulse with a Bourbon Street leer.
Serge Massama Dogo brings Togo's underheard traditions to international stages — alagaa trance rhythms fused with contemporary African pop, guitar lines that shimmer and circle.
Chicago Latinx quintet fusing cumbia, salsa, and psych-rock into sweaty, politically charged pan-American grooves — organ-driven and built for dancing.
Members of Magic Tuber Stringband, Fust, and Weirs playing slacker-rock folk — the British folk-rock tradition run through the NC DIY scene.
Bass-forward progressive jazz and soul — virtuosic low end under soulful, socially minded songwriting, in the Thundercat school of lead-instrument bass.
Legendary avant-garde banjo and guitar iconoclast — five decades of gleefully deranged country-jazz-noise improvisation, electric rake included.
Brooklyn trio of intricate guitars, melismatic vocals, and shapeshifting grooves — "buttery" and "complex" per NPR, jazz-school chops loosened into something warm and strange.
Songwriter, producer, and filmmaker whose bedroom-born songs veer cinematic and strange — DIY punk roots refracted through digital experimentation, texture-first and quietly fearless.
Durham synthesist stitching field recordings, tape loops, and analog synths into meditative psychedelic sound collages — headphone music performed patiently in the open air.
Tender, atmospheric indie rock built on a credo of close listening — hushed rhythmic interplay that quiets whole rooms, slowcore patience in the Duster lineage.
Raleigh's mosh-pit rap general — metal-adjacent, high-adrenaline hip-hop engineered for chaos in small rooms, and a local legend for it.
Raleigh's veteran hip-hop crew — warm, sample-driven North Carolina boom-bap with deep local roots and Little Brother lineage in the DNA.
Asheville trans femme producer of Southern-Gothic dark pop — industrial percussion, distorted textures, and cinematic intimacy, all self-produced and fearlessly personal.
Hyper-precise, wiry minimal punk — clean nervous guitars and barked social commentary at maximum tension, like a blueprint drawn in a panic.
Widescreen shoegaze — glistening walls of guitar, hushed boy-girl vocals, and melodies that cut through the haze, upstate New York dream-noise on the rise.
Raleigh DIY lifers channeling their hometown's Superchunk legacy — big-hearted, noisy, punk-tinged indie rock played with scene-elder generosity.
Charlotte's luxury-bar underground rapper — unbothered, punchline-dense raps over dusty loops, in the MAVI-and-MIKE school of unhurried excellence.
Johnson City indie pop-rock fronted by Maggie Woodall — classics-respecting songwriting built for the live room, Tennessee warmth included.
Formerly Miranda and The Beat — Farfisa-fueled garage-punk chaos with howled Telecaster leads and a freight-train rhythm section, sweat guaranteed.
Chapel Hill's psychedelic doom trio — crushing, meditative post-metal that swells from drone to avalanche and back again.
Durham supergroup of Loamlands, The Muslims, and Setting/Megafaun alumni — rowdy, poignant Americana rock in the queerest of ways, scene family on one stage.
Verity Susman (Electrelane) and Matthew Simms (Wire) — hypnotic motorik art-rock with woodwinds, synths, and film-score strangeness, pedigree put to genuinely new use.
Prolific Austin experimentalist blurring ambient, emo, autotune, and pedal steel into tender, disorienting sound worlds — quietly one of the underground's busiest minds.
Charlotte DIY ferals — country-tinged balladry that curdles without warning into feedback-worshiping noise, theremin and singing saw included, chaos as craft.
Elephant 6-adjacent Athens folk-punk — horn-flecked, big-hearted anthems of queer joy and radical tenderness, community sung into being.
Noisy pop-rock led by Nara Avakian — clever sampling, trip-hop undercurrents, and Y2K production that feels futuristic and nostalgic at once.
A massed ensemble of North Carolina musicians performs Terry Riley's 1964 minimalist landmark In C — a one-off communal trance.
Athens project splicing '70s jazz fusion, disco, and library-music kitsch with psychedelic electronics — Elephant 6-affiliated and gleefully out of time.
Organ-trio supergroup (GA-20, True Loves, Scone Cash Players alumni) cooking greasy, vintage instrumental soul on Colemine — Meters worship done properly.
Charlotte's sprawling art-punk outfit — jittery synth-flecked post-punk with barked, absurdist vocals, in the proud lineage of The Fall.
Boone psych-rockers raised on weird riffs and complex harmony — basement-born, self-recorded, and gleefully energetic live, mountain-town psych with real chops.
Charlotte indie rock born from a washed-up-rockstar alter ego, now a full band trading in quiet-loud catharsis — local mythology made loud.
LA pianist, poet, and film composer blending jazz training with neo-classical and neo-soul improvisation — meditative, deeply personal, and quietly virtuosic.
Freshly minted Berklee quartet improvising at the seam of jazz harmony, live electronics, and modern dance rhythms — conservatory chops, dancefloor aims.
Durham trio (Nathan Bowles, Jaime Fennelly, Joe Westerlund) spinning shimmering acoustic-electronic drone — patient, radiant improvisation that rewards surrender.
Fierce Virginia DIY power trio — psych-rock, '60s power pop, and fuzzed-out metal welded into something uncompromising and loud.
Winston-Salem progressive R&B — gospel, funk, and hip-hop bent slightly askew; featured on Barack Obama's 2019 year-end playlist, and still climbing.
Maryam Qudus's tape-warped psych project — sci-fi synths and spring-loaded pop songs that wobble like old film, studio-scientist craft throughout.
Cincinnati indie rock with violin in the frame — warm, Midwestern songs in the lineage of that dog. and The Spinanes.
Swamp-born freak-rock entity — astonishing technical skill funneled into brain-scrambling psychedelic benders, Primus energy with bayou humidity.
North Carolina skramz-gaze — cathartic screamo intensity washed in shoegaze texture, beauty and blast in one breath.
Russell Howard's art-rock quartet — vocoders, synth layers, and new-wave pop that feels beamed in from an alternate universe, played with total conviction.

Roman Norfleet and Brown Calvin's cosmic jazz duo on Mississippi Records — sax, Rhodes, and percussion shaped by mystic thought.
Richmond one-man EBM machine — '90s techno, post-punk, and synth-punk hammered into hard-hitting, road-tested live sets, sweat included.
New Orleans songwriter of bruised, literary alt-country — gulf-coast grit and quiet devastation in the Berman lineage.
Raleigh's own knotty indie rock — trembling, wiry guitars and confessional intensity that snaps from whisper to burst, homegrown and critically adored.
Punchy Atlanta garage-pop — singalong nihilism, clingy guitar hooks, and a swaggering lean into Aussie trash rock, made for sweaty rooms.
Raleigh rapper, producer, and designer Dom — laid-back lifestyle hip-hop where everything is curated for an immaculate, elevated vibe, scene-building included.
Non-hierarchical NC collective where old-time stringband tradition dissolves into DIY noise and drone — anywhere from two to twelve players.