House of Boos feat. Neil Tobin

If you've ever dreamt of dipping your toes into the occult while simultaneously getting your eardrums pulverized by some solid tunes, the House of Boos gig featuring Nottingham-born Necromancer Neil Tobin is your ticket to the otherworldly. This ain't your momma's music show, kids. House of Boos has mastered the art of sonic seances and Tobin, Chicago's answer to Aleister Crowley, is about to breathe the chill of the grave into his synths. Doors creak open at 8:30 PM, but the real specters don't start to dance until exactly 9 PM (they're punctual, those ethereal beings.)

Taking place at the House of Blues Chicago, this is a stand-your-ground event—literally. All tickets are General Admission (unless you've mastered the art of astral projection). And listen, if you're a baby-faced rookie nursing your first PBR, you best stay home—this is a 21 and over shindig. Finally, the line-up may change without warning, because when you're dealing with the netherworld, even the support acts can be a bit... unpredictable.

Call 312.923.2000 if you need to reach out from the physical plane with queries. So, dust off your Ouija board, summon your courage, and get ready to be sonically haunted. Your run-of-the-mill Friday night this ain't.

With a name like Gimme Gimme Disco, you might assume this band only knows how to spin tired retro grooves. But wipe that cynical smirk off your face, because these glitter-dusted maestros are on a mission to re-invent the mirror ball. Blending infectious disco rhythms with a raw, indie sensibility, they've managed to create a sound that's as familiar as it is fresh, like your grandad's vintage bell bottoms but with a modern, tailored fit.

Their live performances are a wild, polyrhythmic pilgrimage to the church of Saturday night, where even the most self-conscious shoe-gazers are compelled to throw shapes. Expect synth riffs that hit you like a disco-inflected freight train, bass lines that could resurrect Bee Gees, and a frontman who channels Bowie’s flamboyant energy but with Julian Casablancas' messy charm.

In a sea of half-hearted, thrift store nostalgia, Gimme Gimme Disco is a breath of fresh, sequined air. Don't miss this chance to witness the glittering evolution of disco in real-time. It's not just a gig, it's a rebirth.

Last chance to score tickets for a gig that's the indie equivalent of Halley's Comet. Boys Night Out, Park, and Rosecoloredworld are pooling their collective noise, angst, and glitter and hitting the stage together. Patreon pre-sale kicks off July 8 at 1:00 PM, a golden opportunity to secure your spot before the general sale on July 11.

Boys Night Out, masters of the emo-punk scene, are set to deliver their signature dish: a blend of raw pain and viscera that somehow feels like therapy. Park's intricate melodies and heart-wrenching lyrics will leave you pondering your existence long after the final chord. And as for Rosecoloredworld? Expect a synthpop spectacle that's equal parts confetti cannon and punch to the gut.

If you're in the mood to nod your head, stamp your boots, and maybe shed a tear or two, mark your calendar. This isn't just a concert—it's an emotional exorcism. And trust us—it's a hell of a lot cheaper than therapy.

Lean into your necromantic nostalgia this Halloween by immersing yourself in the shadowy tendrils of Music for the Masses: Dark 80's New Wave Halloween. This spectral shindig is strictly 21+, ensuring you won't be haunted by the underage spirits.

Dive into synth-drenched phantasmagoria that resurrects the best of 80's new wave, a glorious era where moody anthems, horror-show fashion, and smoky neon aesthetics reigned supreme. Expect the night to be peppered with the ghosts of Depeche Mode, Joy Division, and The Cure, harmoniously howling in the dimly lit corners of the venue.

Don't just sit at home, hollow-eyed, existential dread gnawing at your insides as you ponder the fleeting nature of life. Instead, cloak yourself in black, smear on some kohl, and surrender to the inky allure of dark wave music, celebrating Halloween the way our post-punk predecessors would've wanted.

Remember, cool kids, not all who wander in the darkness are lost—some are just waiting for the drop.

Sink into the psychedelic reverberations of Cindy Lee as they share the stage with Freak Heat Waves in a gig that's as elusive as a bootleg Velvet Underground B-side. This is the auditory equivalent of riffling through your cool older brother's vinyl collection and discovering a hidden gem with the power to shift your entire musical axis. Picture trying to capture static off an old TV with a Polaroid camera—that’s the kind of indescribable energy you'll be soaking up. The show's so shrouded in anticipation, they're keeping tickets under lock until only a week prior. Go on, let Cindy Lee's haunting, lo-fi incantations ensnare you and Freak Heat Waves' avant-punk summon your inner rebel. This ain't your typical Friday night gig—it’s the sonic mystery you didn't know your life was missing.

Dust off your dancing shoes and prepare for the sonic nirvana of the year as the maestro of Montreal, KAYTRANADA, teams up with Parisian electro-house legends, JUSTICE, for a tour that promises to be a seismic shift in the tectonic plates of the music scene. This isn't just a gig—it's a continental collision of titanic talents. Expect a night where rumbling basslines meet razor-sharp synths, where dance music convention is tossed aside, and where genre lines blur into an iridescent smear of auditory ecstasy.

This tour is more than just aural pleasure; it's a commitment to staying safe while getting down. The event organizers are taking health guidelines as seriously as their bass drops, ensuring you can move to the rhythm without missing a beat—or risking your well-being.

This isn't your run-of-the-mill, soon-to-be-forgotten gig. It's a future memory, a soon-to-be-emblazoned echo of a night where you witnessed the blending of musical geniuses, under the camaraderie of safety and the unity of beats. So, update your calendar, because this is one seismic shockwave you don't want to sidestep.

Behold beat fiends and synth savants, the mother lode of electro-funk fusion is upon us, courtesy of Kaytranada x Justice. Prepare to be ensnared in a cosmic dance-off between Kaytranada's syrupy, groove-laden beats and Justice's earth-shaking, disco-punk rallies. Even the aloof hearts lurking in the shadows of SoundCloud are bound to pulsate to each bass drop. As for the digs? Premium Seating, y'all. Think of it as your personal throne from where you can survey this riotous soundscape. Miss it, and you might as well hand in your hipster card at the door of your local organic coffee shop.

Splintered sunsets and basslines that throb like a city's pulse? Yeah, The Aces have got that in spades. These indie darlings have come a long way since their 2017 debut, wowing crowds from Lollapalooza to Pukkelpop with their brand of fizzling pop-rock anthems. Now, they're hitting the road again with their Gold Star Baby Tour, and they're bringing Lydia Night along for the ride.

Imagine: a night swirling in the sonic cosmos of The Aces, grooving to the rhythm of their confidence-soaked singles like 'The Magic', and 'Jealous'. And if you decide to level up to the VIP experience? We're talking meet & greets, early merch shopping, and a personal photo op with the band. If missing out on this feels like a crime against your music-loving soul, well, that’s because it is.

Years from now, when The Aces are even bigger stars (we're sure as hell betting on it), you'll want to look back and say you were there, that you felt the floor vibrate under your feet as they ripped through their set, that you were part of the magic. This isn’t just a concert—it’s a damn event.

Get ready to have your sonic sensibilities stirred and shaken by the electrifying ensemble known as ZULAN. Fusing a visceral mix of piercing post-punk and a dash of synthwave, ZULAN is the 18-and-over event your weary eardrums have been yearning for. Their exhilarating live performances are the stuff of underground legend—transcendent, raw, and as unpredictable as a DIY garage jam session on a caffeine bender.

ZULAN's sound, reminiscent of an early Cure flirting with Depeche Mode in a postmodern dance-off, reverberates with an awe-inspiring alchemy of noise and nuance that can only be fully appreciated in the flesh. Don't let the ennui get the better of you—lean into the FOMO and let ZULAN lead you on a euphonic journey into the small hours of the night.

Empty Bottle 33 and a 3rd Anniversary is transforming a Monday into a mood board with the stomping edge of the Vivian Girls. After a long hiatus, the queens of shoegaze punk are back, stepping onto our humble stage in an explosion of feedback and raw emotion. They're still the same band of outsiders, serving up a hefty dose of nostalgia with an undercurrent of biting realness. Memory, their reunion record, takes you on a wild ride through love, loss, and rage, proving once again that the Vivian Girls have always been more than a band—they’ve been a lifeline for the misfits, the punks, the ones who've been told they're too loud, too angry, too different. This is your chance to be part of a generation-defining reunion, to experience the powerful blend of gloomy harmonies and fierce punk energy that made Vivian Girls the vital pulse of the indie scene. Don’t be the one stuck scrolling through grainy Instagram stories; be there when the first chord strikes, when the room lights up with a sound that’s been too long gone. It’s not just another night; it’s a homecoming.

Strap on your Doc Martens and don your best leather jacket, South of 80 is set to own the stage at Carol's Pub, shaking up the Windy City's soundscape with an electrifying setlist that reads like a who's who of indie rock royalty. With influences ranging from the poetic angst of Modest Mouse to the raw emotive power of Pearl Jam, this band of Chicago-bred musicians aren't just cover artists—they're the embodiment of a sonic collage, a living, breathing jukebox of our indie dreams.

Don't expect just another night out. This is a 21+ event that guarantees a rollercoaster ride through your favorite anthems, no seating included because let's face it, you'll be too busy dancing, singing or experiencing the kind of nostalgia that only a Dave Matthews Band tune can evoke. Make sure to show up 30 minutes early, or else you might risk losing your table to another group of hipsters desperadoes, hungry for their indie fix.

So, why settle for another night of scrolling through Bandcamp or debating the merits of that latest Pitchfork review when you can live it all in one night? In the immortal words of The Killers, are we human or are we dancers? Well, South of 80 is offering you the chance to be both.

Beach Fossils, synonymous with the dreamy lo-fi sounds that make all your symmetrical-lit photos look cooler, are set to drift onto the stage alongside the eclectic Being Dead. Expect sprawling guitar riffs that sound like dive bars, melancholy subway rides, and the romantic unpredictability of your 20s wrapped in a reverb-drenched bow. This isn't just any gig – it's the zen-inducing shoe-gaze and garage rock combo that's been missing from your Spotify Recently Played. Show up at 7PM, feel something around 8PM, and leave with a playlist of semi-obscure tunes to punctuate your morning commutes. You're not just watching a show, you're investing in the indie cred that'll keep you ahead of the hype cycle.

Look, we get it. The landscape of the indie music scene has been as unpredictable as that reverb on your vintage Fender Strat. But here's something that's as certain as the needle drop on your favorite vinyl—Empty Bottle's 33 and a 3rd Anniversary. Yeah, you heard it right. Empty Bottle is hitting that sweet spot on the vinyl, and they're doing it with a killer lineup. Your Monday night is about to be invaded by the cutting-edge sounds of Deeper, Stuck, and The Knees. It's the audible equivalent of finding that rare first pressing in a sea of reissues. The doors swing open at 8PM, the sonic magic starts at 9PM, and, oh yeah, it's FREE.

Listen, we're not saying RSVP-ing will turn that flannel shirt of yours into a magic carpet, but it sure beats another night of scrolling through your friend's insufferable Instagram feed. But remember, your RSVP doesn't guarantee entry—just like owning a synth doesn't automatically make you the next Ariel Pink. So, get there early and stake your claim in the heart of the indie scene.

Carter Vail - The Coydog Tour is ready to rock your indie world. This isn't just another tour, it's the musical equivalent of a Polaroid captured moment, analog in its authenticity and evocative in its raw, emotional resonance. Vail's unique blend of indie rock mixed with elements of dream-pop is like a hazy summer afternoon turned sound, peppered with hooks that will haunt your memory like the ghost of an old flame.

The presale waves kick off this Wednesday, 8/13, at 11:00 AM CT, for the truest of fans and the most discerning Spotify users. But the masses won't be left behind. The Bottom Lounge offers its own presale the next day, same Bat-time. If you're still dawdling by Friday, 8/15, catch the general on-sale at 11:00 AM CT - that is, if there's still some indie goodness left.

This isn't just another gig, it's a call to arms for those who don't just listen to music, but live it. So, mark your calendars, sharpen your elbows, and prepare for a sublime sonic journey, as Carter Vail's Coydog Tour promises to be the indie event of the season. Brace yourself for the FOMO, it's real.

Get ready to unroll your scene-weary eyes, folks. Tortoise, the post-rock legends who've been bending genres and melting faces since '90, are wriggling back into the limelight. Expect a night of rhythmic immersion where krautrock intersperses with jazz-inflected tangents, each song a sonic landscape that burrows deep into your psyche. As elusive as they are influential, catching Tortoise live is like spotting a shooting star—unexpected and unforgettable. Prepare for a seismic shift in your perception of what music can be; this isn't just an event, it's an awakening.

Get ready for a sonic awakening as Eden and greek are set to send shockwaves through the underground scene. Eden, known for their heady fusion of post-rock reverberations and abstract lyrical poetry, are an enigmatic force that has the indie world buzzing. Meanwhile, greek, the synthpop collective, are fearlessly pushing genre boundaries with their rich tapestry of glitchy beats and sun-bleached harmonies. Don't be that square who hears about it after the fact. This is a calling card for those in the know, a siren song for the tastemakers of tomorrow, and a must-see for anyone who considers themselves a connoisseur of the cutting edge.