The Rasmus, Saint Agnes, Death Valley Dreams

The Rasmus, Saint Agnes, and Death Valley Dreams are about to set Bottom Lounge ablaze with a night of sonic revelry that you'll kick yourself for missing. The Rasmus have been the silent architects of your existential teenage angst, and now they're ready to remind you why you scribbled their lyrics on your Converse. Meanwhile, Saint Agnes is here to resurrect your soul with a raw, gritty edge that feels like a baptism in distortion. And Death Valley Dreams? They're the underdogs of your dream journal, weaving synth-laden soundscapes that haunt as much as they hypnotize. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for the pure-hearted and the perpetually nostalgic. Tickets drop soon, and remember, you're too cool to be scammed. Secure your passage to this auditory utopia and let FOMO be a stranger. See you in the crowd, where the real magic happens.

If your Labor Day plans don't include a cosmic pilgrimage to Metro & smartbar, you're seriously missing the groove. An All-Building Event! Labor Day Queen! is set to obliterate any notion that the best party is in Brooklyn—newsflash, it's in Chicago this time. The night's lineup reads like a who's who of the house galaxy: Chaos in the CBD promises to twist your perception of reality with their deep, atmospheric beats, while Derrick Carter and DJ Sneak will take you on a time-travel expedition through Chicago's house past, present, and future.

Michael Serafini and Shaun J Wright will weave their sonic spells, turning the dance floor into a blissful sanctuary you'll never want to leave. Hosted by the irrepressible Lucy Stoole and Nico, with guest hosting by the fabulously fierce Valentine Addams, this event is a certified who's-who of nightlife royalty. Boxboy Rich's installations will transmute the venue into a visual wonderland, ensuring your Insta is as lit as the dance floor.

The doors swing open at 9:00 PM, and all you need is a 21+ ID and your most adventurous dance moves. Forget the Hamptons; the only place to be a Labor Day Queen is right here.

Listen up, indie disciples and sonic explorers, because ANYMA is about to hijack your Friday night plans and teleport you to another dimension. This isn't just another gig; it's an intergalactic synth voyage that'll make your heart thump like a bass drum in a basement rave. ANYMA is conjuring soundscapes that blend the ethereal with the electronic, creating a cosmic cocktail that's equal parts hypnotic and euphoric. Imagine if Grimes and Robyn had a love child raised on celestial beats and neon dreams. This is your chance to say you were there before the world caught on—before ANYMA hits the stratosphere and you're left scrolling through FOMO-inducing Instagram stories. Ages 18+ because the universe isn't quite ready for younger ears. Grab your tickets, lace up your dancing shoes, and prepare for a night where reality feels optional.

Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool that’s about to redefine your concept of sound. Wankdat: Crankdat B2B Wooli isn’t just a gig; it’s an audacious auditory rebellion that’ll shake even the most jaded souls out of their ennui-induced stupor. In a world where mainstream sounds are as predictable as a pumpkin spice latte, this duo is serving a cocktail of bass-heavy bangers and mind-bending beats that’ll leave your eardrums begging for more. Imagine an electrifying collision of Crankdat’s futuristic flair with Wooli’s earth-shattering dubstep drops. It’s like the underground rave you didn’t know you needed, happening in the heart of your favorite warehouse-turned-venue that’s cooler than your ex’s vinyl collection. Miss this, and you’ll be the one caught staring at your phone, wishing you were there instead of doom-scrolling through everyone else’s euphoric Insta stories.

Get ready to redefine your sonic boundaries with Balloon Museum's EmotionAir show. This isn't your average Friday night gig—it's a full-blown, sensory-overload-inducing art installation where music isn't just heard, it is felt. Literally. Trust us when we say, it's like nothing you've experienced before.

Coming to us straight from Chicago’s vibrant experimental scene, Balloon Museum is known for pushing the envelope with genre-bending soundscapes. From ambient shoegaze to pulsating synthpop, they weave a rich tapestry of sonic textures that will leave you questioning where the music ends and you begin. And that’s just the audible part.

The EmotionAir experience is designed to synchronize your senses, creating a mind-melting fusion of light, sound, and emotion that tears down the barriers between the band and the audience. So, if you're tired of the same old dive bar sets and predictable headline acts, Balloon Museum's EmotionAir is your antidote. Grab your earplugs, open your mind, and prepare to dive into the depths of musical abstraction.

FOMO warning: This is the kind of left-field spectacle that will flood your Instagram feeds and haunt your dreams if you miss it. Don't be that guy.

Clear your calendar, indie kids, because Danny Elfman is about to transform the Aragon Ballroom into a whimsical wonderland. Known for sculpting soundscapes that tiptoe between the eerie and the enchantingly eccentric, Elfman’s live performance is a rare sonic pilgrimage you won’t want to miss. The maestro behind your favorite film scores is stepping out from the orchestra pit and into the spotlight, promising an electrifying night that bridges the gap between cinematic grandeur and rock revolution. Doors swing open at 7PM, so get there early to snag a prime spot—this is standing room only, and you’ll want to dance your heart out. And remember, this isn’t a gig for the kiddies unless they’ve got the parental unit in tow. Secure your spot now or risk being the only one scrolling Instagram with major FOMO while everyone else is lost in the Elfman enchantment.

Prepare to transcend the mundane with ARC After Dark: Kloud, the sonic soirée that promises to illuminate even the darkest corners of your indie soul. Nestled within the gritty embrace of Outset, where the floors may be sticky but the vibes are eternally pristine, this 18+ event is set to shatter your expectations and maybe a few eardrums. Forget about the re-entry; you won't want to leave once Kloud's ethereal beats start flowing, transforming the room into a pulsating haven of synthpop ecstasy. With a strict ticket limit ensuring an intimate communion of the initiated, this is a gathering for those ready to ditch the Netflix queue in favor of a night where reality feels just a little more electric. Secure your spot and brace yourself for a night that promises to linger in your earbuds and your memory long after the last note fades.

Get ready to be schooled in sonic transcendence as PRESIDENT takes the stage this Friday. This isn't just another gig—it's a full-on baptism into the avant-garde. Imagine if David Byrne and St. Vincent had a lovechild who grew up idolizing Grimes and cut their teeth on the underground circuit. PRESIDENT's fusion of pulsating synths with gritty guitar riffs will have you questioning your entire Spotify library. Their latest single "Hyperreal" is already the stuff of indie legend, dripping with cosmic vibes and existential musings that linger long after the last note fades. If you're not at this show, you're missing out on future "I-was-there-before-they-were-cool" bragging rights. So ditch the Netflix and don your best thrift-store threads—this is the gig that'll make the stories worth telling.

Get ready to be schooled in sonic transcendence as PRESIDENT takes the stage this Friday. This isn't just another gig—it's a full-on baptism into the avant-garde. Imagine if David Byrne and St. Vincent had a lovechild who grew up idolizing Grimes and cut their teeth on the underground circuit. PRESIDENT's fusion of pulsating synths with gritty guitar riffs will have you questioning your entire Spotify library. Their latest single "Hyperreal" is already the stuff of indie legend, dripping with cosmic vibes and existential musings that linger long after the last note fades. If you're not at this show, you're missing out on future "I-was-there-before-they-were-cool" bragging rights. So ditch the Netflix and don your best thrift-store threads—this is the gig that'll make the stories worth telling.

Prepare to get your socks knocked off and your ironic graphic tee a little sweat-stained because Nate Sib is about to redefine your Saturday night plans. This isn't just a gig, it's a sonic baptism into the church of lo-fi brilliance. Picture this: a dimly lit basement somewhere in the depths of Brooklyn, where the air hums with the electricity of anticipation and maybe a hint of incense. Nate Sib, that enigmatic maestro of indie alchemy, will take you on a transcendent journey through jangly guitar riffs and synth soundscapes that feel like they were forged in a dream. His live sets are the stuff of legend—think Arcade Fire's raw energy spliced with the introspective intimacy of Beach House, but on a first-name basis. Miss this, and you'll be missing the moment everyone will be talking about in the group chat for weeks. So come for the music, stay for the scene, and leave with enough indie cred to sustain you until the next underground revelation.

Alright, fellow sonic explorers and connoisseurs of the cool, get ready to mark your calendars for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as the first time you heard that secret demo from your favorite band. On the docket, we have the legendary Brandon Curtis of Interpol fame, who cut his teeth in the iconic NYC scene with Secret Machines—a band so revered, even Bowie himself gave them a celestial nod. He’s teaming up with the dexterous Jesse Beaman, a globe-trotting maestro who's crafted soundscapes alongside indie royalty and lit up stages with the likes of KAZU and CocoRosie. This duo is set to weave a tapestry of sound that could make even the most hardened audiophile’s heart skip a beat. So, ditch the Netflix queue and come lose yourself in the kind of live music that reminds you why you ever got obsessed with this scene in the first place. Doors at 8, show at 9—21 and up because this isn't just any gig, it's a rite of passage.

Clear your calendar and dust off your favorite vintage band tee because Added Color and Lavisher are about to deliver an unforgettable sonic rendezvous that your future self will thank you for attending. Added Color, with their electrifying fusion of alt-rock and post-grunge intensity, will flood your senses like a long-lost '90s mixtape rediscovered in your childhood bedroom. Meanwhile, Lavisher's atmospheric soundscapes will have you floating in a dreamlike state that feels both familiar and refreshingly new, like finding a hidden track on an album you thought you knew. Expect an unannounced special guest that promises to turn this night into the stuff of indie legend. Missing this is like skipping the secret show where your favorite band played their entire unreleased album—don’t be that person.

Clear your calendars and adjust your expectations—Homeward Bound is hitting the stage, and they're bringing Noah Weissman along for a night that's set to redefine your Spotify playlists. This isn't just another basement gig; it's a hyperspace jump into the indie multiverse. Picture this: Homeward Bound's ethereal soundscapes collide with Noah Weissman's lyrical mysticism, creating a sonic cocktail that's as intoxicating as a $15 craft cocktail but way more satisfying.

These are the moments where shoegaze dreams and synthpop realities blur, and you'll want to be in the thick of it. We're talking existential grooves that make you ponder life's big questions under kaleidoscopic lights, all while sipping on a PBR and nodding like you know what's up. This is more than a show; it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims to have their finger on the pulse of what's next in music. Trust us, you won't want to be the one scrolling through Instagram the morning after, wishing you'd been there. Grab a ticket, bring your ID, and prepare to have your indie cred validated.

If you've been searching for a transcendent escape from the urban grind, look no further than Plantasia TWO DAY PASS—an oasis of sound and serenity that's cooler than your latest thrifted vinyl. This year, Sacred Bones and Empty Bottle have conjured a sonic Eden at the Garfield Park Conservatory, where the lush greenery is more than just a backdrop—it’s an essential collaborator. Across two days, let Helado Negro’s dreamy vibes melt away your worries, while Makaya McCraven’s beats pulse through the foliage like a hidden heartbeat. Between organic synth landscapes from Elori Saxl and Henry Solomon and the atmospheric grooves of Green-House, you’ll find yourself rooted in the here and now. Every performance is a reminder that life grows in the quietly radical spaces where ambient, electronic, and the unexpected mingle. Plus, just knowing a portion of proceeds supports the Mort Garson estate means your presence grows something lasting. Dive in, tune out, and let the music photosynthesize your soul. Trust us, this is the kind of FOMO your future self will thank you for dodging.

If your idea of nirvana involves vibing out to the celestial hum of ambient soundscapes while nestled in a verdant paradise, then Plantasia is your personal Garden of Eden. This isn't just another festival; it's a sonic pilgrimage happening at the legendary Garfield Park Conservatory, where Helado Negro and Reyna Tropical will weave their melodic tapestry under a canopy of lush greenery. Imagine Gigi Masin's hypnotic tunes echoing through the foliage while you sip on artisanal kombucha that probably has its own Instagram account. Add James K's experimental flair and Elori Saxl's serene collaborations with Henry Solomon, and you've got a lineup that reads like a who's who of the avant-garde cosmos. Sacred Bones and Empty Bottle are co-hosting this botanical bonanza, so you know it's legit. Oh, and did we mention that your ticket does more than just grant you access to this leafy utopia? Part of the proceeds tip the hat to the Mort Garson estate, paying homage to the synth wizard who started it all. Basically, if you miss this, you're missing the chance to become one with the music, the plants, and maybe even yourself.

If your Spotify Discover Weekly had a love child with an obscure cult film, it would probably sound something like Zeruel. This enigmatic quartet is set to detonate the stage in a sonic maelstrom of swirling shoegaze riffs and synths that shimmer like a distant cityscape. Fresh off a bizarrely legendary basement set that ended with the audience chanting for an encore in Esperanto, Zeruel is the band you brag about seeing before they headline Coachella. Catch them now, before their soundtracks score the next A24 masterpiece, and remember to act unimpressed when your friends beg for details. Just be there, or live with the existential dread of missing the band that made the noise rock gods weep with envy.