ROLLING QUARTZ [MY TURN] 2026 TOUR in Chicago

House heads and nocturnal groove seekers, prepare to pry yourselves off the couch because Chris Lake is about to shake your weekend plans into something worthy of a next-day Instagram flex. This isn't just another DJ gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage to the alleys of underground house where basslines are worshipped like the holy grail. Picture this: a warehouse venue that hasn't yet graced the 'gram, lights pulsing like an electrocardiogram of your soul, and a crowd that's more about connection than clout. Lake, the maestro of melodic mischief, will be spinning the kind of tracks that make your heart rate sync with the BPM. If you miss this, don't blame us when your friends recount tales of bass drops that melted their third-eye open. Get your tickets, lace up those dancing shoes, and prepare for a night that'll make a Monday morning hangover feel like a badge of honor.

If you're not at the Bottom Lounge on July 11, you're missing the pulse of Chicago's indie heartbeat. Summer Meltdown is more than just a show—it's the launchpad for The Vocalo Hotline, where Nudia Hernandez takes the reins every Friday night to redefine your airwave experience. And this isn't just a gig; it's a local love letter starring Chicago's own Taylor Bennett and the enigmatic Adamn Killa. Expect exclusive merch drops, surprise cameos, and that uncontainable energy only a Chicago crowd can muster. Doors open at 6:30, but let's be real: you'll want to be one of the first 50 in line for that pre-show meet and greet. Consider this your official cue to flex your RSVP game on June 25. It's all ages, all free, and all the reason you need to mark your calendar. Blink, and you'll miss what Chicago sounds like when it sings in full color.

Forget your run-of-the-mill indie shindig—veteran maestro Paul Oakenfold is dropping beats that could raise CBGB's ghost for one more night of sweaty euphoria. If you’re jonesing for a sonic pilgrimage, this 18-and-over spectacle is your illuminated path. Picture this: a kaleidoscopic vortex of sound wrapping around you like the universe’s coolest hug, as Oakenfold's legendary trance takes you from pixelated bedroom raves to a cathedral of sub-bass bliss. Whether you're a purist vinyl head or a Spotify synesthete, missing this is akin to skipping Daft Punk’s last secret set on a moonlit beach somewhere in Ibiza. Dust off your dancing shoes, channel your inner raver, and prepare for a transcendental night that’ll remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. The only shame greater than missing this? Hearing about it the day after.

Clear your Thursday night plans, because 93XRT is dishing out an auditory feast you won't want to miss—Royel Otis is hitting the stage, and it's going to be the kind of night your future self will brag about. This Sydney duo hits that perfect sweet spot between hazy nostalgia and crisp modernity, blending indie rock with synth flourishes that make your heart beat like a drum machine. Think of it as the lovechild of Tame Impala and Mac DeMarco, raised on a steady diet of surfboards and VHS tapes. Their live show isn't just a concert; it's a sonic baptism in a sea of sound that you'll wish you could bottle and keep forever. Grab your most ironic band tee and your coolest, slightly scuffed kicks, and prepare to be submerged in a kaleidoscope of sound. Royel Otis isn't just a band you hear—they're a vibe you live.

If your weekend plans don't include getting swept away by the sonic wizardry of Tall Tall Trees, then what are you even doing with your life? Mike Savino is back and he's bringing the Banjotron 6500 to the kind of intimate venue that makes you feel like you're witnessing magic in real-time. Imagine the love child of Cat Stevens and Pink Floyd, raised on a steady diet of Earl Scruggs and Elliott Smith—yeah, it's like that. Fresh off a mind-bending collab with JD Pinkus and hot on the heels of his latest LP, Stick to the Mystical I, Savino's set promises to be a kaleidoscopic journey that defies genre and redefines cool. With a rumored guest appearance by Josiah Wolf, this isn't just a show, it's an experiential pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous. Get there early—RSVP won't save you from the tidal wave of FOMO when this one hits capacity.

Picture this: a night where Vermont's finest troubadour, Noah Kahan, transforms your existential dread into a melodic therapy session that feels like a warm hug on a dreary day. Kahan’s folk-pop prowess and lyrical genius will have you swearing you’ve discovered the soundtrack to your quarter-life crisis. Opening the night, we've got Gigi Perez, the underground sensation turning heads faster than a limited-press vinyl drop. Her raw, genre-blending sound is like hearing your favorite secret for the first time—intimate and exhilarating. Catch them before they're headlining arenas, and let’s be real, you'll be bragging you saw them in a space that still smells like PBR and possibilities. Miss this, and risk living vicariously through everyone else’s grainy Instagram stories.

Clear your Thursday night plans, because 93XRT is dishing out an auditory feast you won't want to miss—Royel Otis is hitting the stage, and it's going to be the kind of night your future self will brag about. This Sydney duo hits that perfect sweet spot between hazy nostalgia and crisp modernity, blending indie rock with synth flourishes that make your heart beat like a drum machine. Think of it as the lovechild of Tame Impala and Mac DeMarco, raised on a steady diet of surfboards and VHS tapes. Their live show isn't just a concert; it's a sonic baptism in a sea of sound that you'll wish you could bottle and keep forever. Grab your most ironic band tee and your coolest, slightly scuffed kicks, and prepare to be submerged in a kaleidoscope of sound. Royel Otis isn't just a band you hear—they're a vibe you live.

Alright, scene-chasers and sound-surfers, cancel your plans, because tomorrow night is the kind of gig that's gonna make your Spotify playlists feel like a museum tour. We're talking about a triple-threat lineup at that dimly lit basement you only find if you know a friend of a friend. Fan Club is set to kick things off, blending nostalgic shoegaze fuzz with that raw, unfiltered energy that makes you wonder if your heart is beating or just caught in their reverb. Then War Effort takes the stage, a post-punk powerhouse that'll have you questioning why you'd ever waste energy on anything but mosh pits and lyrics that read like a Dada poem. Closing the night, Navaja cuts through the noise with synthpop so infectious you'd think it was engineered in a secret lab, all neon-soaked beats and vocals that somehow wrap around your brain and refuse to let go. Don't say we didn't warn you—if you've got any sense of cool, you'll be there, elbow-to-elbow with the city's underground elite, because missing this is the indie equivalent of sleeping through Coachella.

If your playlist is starting to feel like a stale sourdough loop and you're craving something as raw and visceral as a late-night, neon-drenched epiphany, clear your calendar for The Body, BIG|BRAVE, and Stander. Dive headfirst into a night where music is less a series of songs and more a baptism by sonic fire. The Body's latest offering, "I've Seen All I Need To See," is a brutalist masterpiece—a maelstrom of distorted fury and stripped-back intensity that will rearrange your sonic DNA. This isn't just a gig; it's a chance to witness two decades of heavy music evolution explode into a single, searing moment. Add in BIG|BRAVE's minimalist doom and Stander's haunting atmospherics, and you have a lineup that doesn't just defy genres—it obliterates them. Trust us, your future self will thank you for ditching the regular and diving into this abyss of sound.

Picture this: a night where Vermont's finest troubadour, Noah Kahan, transforms your existential dread into a melodic therapy session that feels like a warm hug on a dreary day. Kahan’s folk-pop prowess and lyrical genius will have you swearing you’ve discovered the soundtrack to your quarter-life crisis. Opening the night, we've got Gigi Perez, the underground sensation turning heads faster than a limited-press vinyl drop. Her raw, genre-blending sound is like hearing your favorite secret for the first time—intimate and exhilarating. Catch them before they're headlining arenas, and let’s be real, you'll be bragging you saw them in a space that still smells like PBR and possibilities. Miss this, and risk living vicariously through everyone else’s grainy Instagram stories.

Here's the thing—you might think you've got Meghan Trainor all figured out. Maybe you've dismissed her as just another manufactured pop act, but I'm here to tell you that's a mistake. You think she's basic? Try again. Trainor's Get In Girl Tour is set to reinvent the pop playbook. It's a glittering, unapologetically fun journey through her discography, which is surprisingly dense with floor-filling anthems and heart-tugging ballads.

And hey, don't let the "All Ages Welcome" tag fool you. Trainor's live show is not just for the tweens. It's a showcase of pure pop craftsmanship—an infectious blend of melody, rhythm, and personality that's impossible to resist. Ditch the snobbery, grab a ticket, and let Trainor show you what a real pop spectacle looks like. Because, honestly, when was the last time you danced like no one was watching?

If you're not at the 37 Houses and Rareforms gig this Friday, you're basically ghosting the zeitgeist. We're talking a night where the basement walls could practically sweat craft beer—the kind of sonic séance that makes even the most aloof Converse-wearer start to feel something in those scuffed-up soles. 37 Houses will hit you with a hurricane of shoegaze so lushly layered it feels like My Bloody Valentine got lost in a Brooklyn loft and decided to stay. Then, just when you think you've caught your breath, Rareforms will take you on a synthpop odyssey that'll make your heart do backflips like it's auditioning for Cirque du Soleil. This isn't just a gig; it's a cultural checkpoint. Miss it and risk expulsion from the indie inner circle for at least a week, maybe more.

Imagine this: it's a sticky Chicago evening, and you're crammed into the House of Blues, an architectural cathedral where indie dreams are baptized in sound. The idobi Radio Summer School is in session, headlined by the sugary-sweet angst of Honey Revenge—think bubblegum pop's rebellious sibling, the one who sneaks out of the house at midnight to blast Paramore and paint street art. Doors creak open at 5PM, but the real magic kicks off at 6PM when the lights dim and the energy crackles like a vinyl in the throes of its opening groove. This show is for ages 17 and older, so make sure your ID is as legit as your music taste. Expect the unexpected, as opening acts rotate like playlists on shuffle, serving up surprises as delicious as a secret SoundCloud drop. This is standing room only, a dance-off waiting to happen, where the entire floor turns into a mosh pit of feels. Upgrade your experience if you dare, but honestly, just being there is an upgrade to your summer story. Get ready to lose yourself in a night where music is the only language that matters.

The Black Keys are back on the block, peddling their latest sonic wares in the form of a fresh tour—PEACHES 'N KREAM. A dense, sweet whirl of blues-infused rock and hazy psychedelia, the Akron duo is set to dish out a hefty serving of their signature fuzz-laden riffs and dreamy narratives. Expect a night of raw, melodic energy anchored by Patrick Carney's insistent drum thump and Dan Auerbach's bourbon-soaked crooning. Prep your eardrums for a gritty, pulsating ride that’ll veer from the well-trodden paths of ‘El Camino’ to the unexplored alleyways of ‘Let’s Rock’. It's more than a gig—it's an adrenalized trip down the gritty avenues of American Rock. Your Spotify playlists can wait, this is a spectacle you won't want to experience second-hand.

Unleash your inner goth cowboy and saddle up for a night with Skeleton Crewe, the band that sounds like they crawled out of a Lynchian fever dream and into our hearts. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental experience churning with raw, unadulterated energy, where the dance pit becomes your sanctuary and the stage practically glows with the sweat of a thousand anti-heroes. Swap stories and lime-drenched margaritas with strangers at Garcia's—fully accessible and pulsing with the kind of inclusivity that makes you forget the outside world exists. With seating options ranging from the intimate cabaret style to private booths that feel like your personal speakeasy, you can choose your own adventure. Positioned perfectly between the crackle of vintage amps and the energy of the crowd, you'll find the kind of gritty, sublime immersion that only Skeleton Crewe can provide. This is your ticket to a night where the only thing more electric than the music is the FOMO from those who didn't make it.

If your Spotify Discover Weekly has been looking a little too algorithmic lately, Rolling Quartz's 2026 Chicago show is the antidote your playlist desperately needs. These Korean rock queens have been turning amps up to eleven since 2020, and their My Turn Tour promises the kind of unapologetic, riff-heavy catharsis that only a live show can deliver. Imagine shredding guitar solos colliding with powerhouse vocals amidst a whirlwind of energy that makes even the most stoic hipster lose their cool. With ticket options ranging from the budget-friendly General Admission to the ultra-exclusive Super Diadem Everything Ticket (hello, selfies with the band), Rolling Quartz is throwing down an invitation to experience the raw, visceral thrill of rock. Whether you're in it for the headbanging or the hi-touch, miss this, and you might as well miss the moment rock gets its groove back. Get ready to trade your ironic detachment for a night of genuine, heart-thumping excitement—this is the gig your future TikTok memories are begging for.

Prepare to have your heartstrings shredded and your eardrums lovingly assaulted—because this Saturday night, the triple threat of Dillinger Four, the Slow Death, and Constant Insult are commandeering the divey sanctum of your favorite underground haunt. If punk's second wind had a soundtrack, this would be it.

Dillinger Four, legends who've been slinging anthems since you were swapping My Chemical Romance lyrics in your AIM away message, promise a set that'll make you believe in the power of three-chord poetry once again. The Slow Death will hold your hand through a nostalgia-laden trip, equal parts raw catharsis and melodic grit. Meanwhile, Constant Insult will slap a smirk on your face with their razor-sharp wit and riffs that crackle like electricity in a storm.

And don't sleep on opener Lost Legion, who might just be the best band you've never heard of until you find yourself humming their hooks in the shower next week. It's one of those nights destined to become the stuff of local legend, the kind where the stories outlive the hangover and you'll be texting your friends "I told you so" when they inevitably blow up. Trust, this is the FOMO-fuel your blackout diary dreams are made of.

The Pretty Reckless are crashing into the indie zeitgeist with the subtlety of a glitter bomb in a silent film, and you don't want to be caught on the outside of this sonic storm. With Taylor Momsen's voice slinking between smoky allure and full-throttle rock goddess, this is a band that's mastered the art of setting the room ablaze with every riff. Imagine Blondie and Soundgarden had a rebellious, leather-clad lovechild, and you're halfway there. Catch them at their upcoming gig before they explode into a stratosphere only the cool kids can reach. This is not just a concert; it's your ticket to the inner circle of musical enlightenment. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling Instagram, hoping to snatch a glimpse of what real rock 'n' roll looks like in 2023.

Unleash your inner goth cowboy and saddle up for a night with Skeleton Crewe, the band that sounds like they crawled out of a Lynchian fever dream and into our hearts. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental experience churning with raw, unadulterated energy, where the dance pit becomes your sanctuary and the stage practically glows with the sweat of a thousand anti-heroes. Swap stories and lime-drenched margaritas with strangers at Garcia's—fully accessible and pulsing with the kind of inclusivity that makes you forget the outside world exists. With seating options ranging from the intimate cabaret style to private booths that feel like your personal speakeasy, you can choose your own adventure. Positioned perfectly between the crackle of vintage amps and the energy of the crowd, you'll find the kind of gritty, sublime immersion that only Skeleton Crewe can provide. This is your ticket to a night where the only thing more electric than the music is the FOMO from those who didn't make it.

This Saturday, the witching hour belongs to *SOLD OUT* Model Actriz, the band that's been haunting your Spotify and your dreams. Descend into the heart of the underground where the air is thick with anticipation and the walls vibrate with the sound of DIY legends in the making. With doors creaking open at 10PM and the show unleashing its magic at 11PM sharp, you'll want to be front and center to catch every electrifying moment. It's a 21+ night of sonic alchemy where shoegaze shadows flirt with the experimental edge only Model Actriz can conjure. Forget the mainstream monotony—this is where the real magic happens. Miss it, and you'll be left with nothing but stories you'll wish you could've lived.

Block out your calendar and salvage your stale summer with the 19th Annual Silver Room Sound System Block Party. A deliberately mixed-genre sonic playground where the beats are as diverse as the brews, and the faces as familiar as the grooves are fresh. This is the underground’s answer to the corporate festival scene; it's less about big names, more about big vibes, eschewing the predictable in favor of the palpably unpredictable. Imagine your favorite boutique record store throwing the mother of all street parties, soundtracked by under-the-radar vinyl gods, and you're halfway there. It's time to step out of your boredom bubble, swap your bedroom ceiling view for open skies and basslines that vibrate through sidewalks. Be there or be square, folks.

Picture this: you're standing in the hallowed halls of the Bottom Lounge, the air buzzing with the kind of electric anticipation that only happens when three sonic powerhouses collide. Wavves, those California kings of lo-fi surf punk, are set to blow the roof off with their signature frenetic energy and hooks that dig directly into your dopamine receptors. Joining them are Bass Drum of Death, the Southern garage rock legends who redefine what it means to thrash, and World's Worst, the local underdogs-turned-indie darlings with a sound that's anything but. It's the kind of lineup that feels like it was born in a fever dream where moshing and melody make beautiful, chaotic love.

Tickets drop like the bass on March 24 for Riot Fest diehards and March 25 for the Spotify faithful, with the rest of the world vying on March 27. And let's get real, this isn't just another show—it's a rite of passage. So be quick, because while Bottom Lounge is dodging ticket scalpers like a pro skater avoiding mall cops, these golden passes are destined to vaporize. Miss this? And you'll be left scrolling through hazy Instagram stories, wishing you were there in the flesh, soaking up every last reverb-soaked decibel. This is your cue to put down the overpriced cold brew and dive headfirst into the gig of the season.

This Friday night, dive into the pulsating abyss of sound as Void The Light headlines a sonic odyssey that promises to shake the cobwebs off even the most jaded souls. These post-punk revivalists, notorious for transforming gritty basement venues into transcendent cathedrals of reverb, are set to take the stage with a vengeance. Joined by the ferocious Beheading The Icon, whose hardcore anthems are as relentless as a caffeine-fueled mosh pit, and Strident Escape, a synth-laden dreamscape that sounds like a collaboration between David Lynch and your coolest friend's record collection. Prepare for a night that will echo in your bones long after the last distortion pedal clicks off. Miss this, and risk being perpetually out of the loop in your group chat's music discourse. Your future self will thank you for showing up.

This Saturday, the galaxy of sound we call Yaeji descends upon our dimension for a night that promises more transcendence than your last existential crisis. Fresh off a whirlwind tour through the cosmos of her genre-bending beats, Yaeji is set to transform Brooklyn's sweaty walls into a kaleidoscope of lo-fi house and introspective rhythms—think your best friend’s SoundCloud playlist but with the soul-healing powers of a late-night therapy session. It's a celebration of everything ephemeral and eternal, wrapped in a haze of hypnotic visuals and that unmistakable whisper-sing that feels like a secret shared just between you and the universe. Blink and you'll miss the cultural reset of the year. Prepare to wish you'd brought a spare pair of dancing shoes.

Cancel your plans, because Letters To Part and Antillion are about to redefine your Friday night. Picture this: a sonic love child born out of your wildest DIY dreams, with Letters To Part weaving intricate post-rock tapestries that feel like a lucid dream you won't want to wake from. Antillion, on the other hand, is a visceral punch of synth-infused ecstasy, the kind that makes you dance like nobody’s watching—even though everyone in the room will wish they were. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous, a gathering of souls who believe music is more than just sound—it's a shared experience. So, polish those Doc Martens and grab a corner spot at the venue; you’re going to want to say you were there when these bands blew the roof off.

Alright, listen up, because this one's a game-changer. Pavement is back, and they're bringing their legendary lo-fi charm to the stage once more. If your soul still thrums to the sounds of '90s indie brilliance, this is your calling. These guys are the OGs who laid the groundwork for every bedroom pop track that ever graced your secret mixtape. Sure, they've been tearing up the festival circuit since their 2022 resurrection, but seeing them in an intimate venue is like finding a first-pressing vinyl in a thrift shop. And just to sweeten the deal, Nap Eyes, the Canadian band crafting introspective jangle pop with melodies that stick like gum to a Chuck Taylor, are opening. Clear your schedule, lace up those Docs, and prepare to mosh with a crowd that finally gets it. Miss this, and you might as well stay home with your Radiohead B-sides.

Heads up, indie connoisseurs: David Murphy: For My Peeps is about to make your Spotify playlists feel woefully inadequate. This is not your average gig; it's a full-contact sonic baptism in the General Admission Dance Pit, where flannel and irony are left at the door. Garcia's, with its secret-society vibes, offers a labyrinth of levels—from the Premium Table seats that put you close enough to count the strings on Murphy's guitar, to the Reserved Table seating that’s prime for covert glances and stolen setlists. Accessibility isn't just a buzzword here—it's a promise, with wheelchair lifts, ramps, and an open-door policy for service animals (because even your golden retriever deserves to vibe). Secure a Private Booth for you and your chosen clique, or perch in the elevated Standing Room with a drink in hand and a perfect view of the feverish musical sermon. Leave your excuses at home; this is where the cool kids with discerning ears and empty Tuesday nights convene. See you in the pit.

When Jack White rolls into town, you can bet it's not just another gig—it's a rock 'n' roll resurrection. The modern-day alchemist of crunching riffs and vinyl purism is set to ignite the stage, and while the rest of the world is busy chasing the ephemeral, Jack's busy bottling lightning. It's a sonic pilgrimage you didn't know you needed, where walls of sound meld with the ethereal blues—raw, untamed, and damn near transcendent. Whether you're a devotee of the White Stripes' garage glory days or you're just jonesing for a live wire thrill, this is the place to be. Grab your crew, lose the ennui, and dive into a night where the air crackles with electric promises and the only reality is the one unfolding in real time. Consider this your RSVP to the coolest altar of authenticity—where the only way to drink it in is to be 21 or over, but everybody gets to taste the magic.

If the phrase "transcendent chaos" doesn't get your pulse racing, you've clearly never been to a Lazy Comet / Failed Models show. Lazy Comet, the celestial shoegazers from the outer realms of your daydreams, will melt your face off with their reverb-soaked anthems. Pair them with Failed Models, those glitchy synth renegades who turn every basement into a dance floor for the disillusioned, and you've got a night that’s basically a rite of passage. Think of it as a sonic baptism by fire—a swirling vortex of sound that whisks you away from your humdrum existence and plants you firmly in a universe where the beats are unpredictable and the vibes are permanently set to ‘eclectic.’ This isn’t just a gig; it’s a movement, a moment, a memory in the making. Miss it, and forever hold your peace.

Cancel your plans and dig out your favorite vintage band tee because Aimee Mann is about to redefine your idea of a live set. Teaming up with bass virtuoso Kimon Kirk, Mann is poised to transform the stage into an emotional rollercoaster that no streaming playlist can replicate. Picture this: lush melodies and introspective lyrics echoing off the walls of your favorite dive, the dim lighting casting shadows that dance like ghosts of gigs past. If you've ever pondered the existential dread of adulthood or simply need a night of sonic therapy, this is your siren call. Trust me, you don't want to be the outsider peering through Instagram stories when the magic unfolds.

Clear your calendar and prep your eardrums for a night that promises to be as transcendent as it is crushingly intimate. Junius, the sonic alchemists known for their atmospheric post-metal wizardry, are set to light up the stage with their ethereal gloom. If you haven't seen them live, imagine a celestial collision between Deftones and Sigur Rós, all under the blood moon. Right on their heels, Minsk will plunge you into a sonic abyss with their doom-laden, sludge-soaked soundscapes that hit harder than a late-night existential crisis. And don't sleep on Shrineburner, the local heroes who've been setting the underground scene ablaze with their incendiary blend of post-hardcore and blackened punk. This isn't just a show; it's an assault on the senses that promises to leave you reeling in the best way. Grab a ticket, bring your coolest friends, and maybe even that cute barista who's always judging your book choices—this is the night they'll be jealous they missed.