The sound of trying to stave off the Rust Belt’s oxidization with Camaro burnouts and a belief in the promised land, Springsteen’s hype-proving all-nighter was a hell of a way to narrow the line between the nerves that fuel teenage restlessness and the grind that drives grown-folks anguish. Even the quieter moments have a slow-boil tension, and the louder ones — “Adam Raised A Cain”; “Badlands”; “Candy’s Room” — knock you flat.