AyoDylan + more

Mark your calendars and dust off your underground cred, because AyoDylan is about to turn your usual night ennui on its head. Headlining a lineup that's more stacked than your favorite barista's vinyl collection, this 21+ sonic soirée promises a kaleidoscope of sounds that'll make your Spotify Discover Weekly cry tears of envy. AyoDylan's synth-laden dreamscapes are the kind of vibe that transports you straight to a neon-tinged dimension where time's just a suggestion. And that's not all, with a roster of clandestine acts ready to make your heart race faster than that time you saw Arcade Fire in a secret warehouse show. This isn't just a gig; it's your antidote to the mundane, your passport to musical nirvana. Get ready to brag about this one forever—or at least until the next basement gig.

If you're still chasing that elusive high of discovering your next favorite sound in a dimly lit room packed with strangers who might just be your new best friends, then clear your calendar. San Holo is about to flip your world with TRUE LOVE IN A MADE UP WORLD, a sonic odyssey that feels like the soundtrack to your late-night existential musings. This isn’t just a show; it’s an immersion into a labyrinth where ethereal beats and heart-tugging melodies collide, crafted by the maestro of feels himself. Expect a transcendental mix of glitchy synths and soul-stirring basslines that hit harder than your last existential crisis. This is the kind of night that makes your Spotify algorithm jealous. Get ready to feel alive in a way that only happens when the music and a room full of kindred spirits do the talking. Go ahead, try not to catch the FOMO. We dare you.

Hold onto your vintage denim and dust off those Docs because Club Drippy is about to be the stuff of indie legend. Flowers of Romance is headlining, bringing their ethereal haze that lingers like a forgotten dream. But that's just the beginning of your sonic escapade. Andi and Justin Aulis Long are set to go b2b, concocting a DJ set that's sure to transport you to a dance floor dimension you didn't know existed. Then there's Nolia—think of them as the lovechild of a synth wizard and a shoegaze siren. And don't even get me started on the visuals by Videowaste; their live projections will make you question what decade you're in. This isn't just a gig; it's a full sensory immersion. So, dust off that ID, embrace the anticipation, and prepare for a night that’ll make your Spotify algorithm blush. Doors at 10. Be there or be a meme.

After the sonic tidal wave of Cold Waves XIV leaves you breathless and craving more, keep the night alive at the afterparty that promises to be anything but an afterthought. Cyanotic, the industrial behemoth known for turning anxiety into an art form, is set to jack into your nervous system with their glitch-infected grooves that dance somewhere between the digital apocalypse and a mosh pit in space. Pair their disruptive genius with DJ Flesh_Bot, the cyborg turntablist who'll have you questioning if your sweat is from dancing or dodging lasers, and you’ve got a techno-futurist fever dream that demands your presence. Doors swing open at the bewitching hour, and if you're brandishing a Cold Waves or Metro wristband, consider your ticket to ride already punched. This is where the cool kids melt into the night—don’t get left in the digital dust.

Get ready to plunge into the icy depths of sound with Cold Waves XIV, where the vibe is darker than your wardrobe and more electric than your latest existential crisis. Headlining this sonic storm is TR/ST, promising to engulf the Metro in a tidal wave of hypnotic beats and shadowy synths. Along for the ride are the haunted echoes of HAUNT ME, the enigmatic pulses of NGHTCRWLR, and the visceral shockwaves of DIE SEXUAL. Don't sleep on NUXX and CLUBDRUGS, who will ensure your night is anything but mundane. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for those who live for the underground. Plus, by diving into this abyss, you're contributing to causes like Darkest Before Dawn. So, grab your ID, score your ticket straight from Metro, and brace yourself for a night that promises to melt even the coldest of hearts. Get in, get dark, and get your FOMO fix before it’s too late.

If you haven’t heard of Medical Miracle yet, consider this your mandatory wake-up call. Their "Permanence" album release show is about to transform your existential dread into a euphoric night you’ll be referencing for years—if you can remember it through the haze of sonic bliss. Nestled in the heart of the indie underbelly, this gig promises a visceral punch straight from the basement to your soul. They're joined by the ethereal musings of Elemantra and the raw, gritty vibes of Mid, two bands that are less openers and more co-conspirators in this audio rebellion. It's the kind of lineup that has your too-cool-for-school friends begrudgingly admitting they’re jealous they didn’t snag a ticket first. So, ditch the Netflix queue and embrace the night—you didn’t choose the indie life; it chose you.

Erase every preconceived notion you've ever had about Foster The People. The "Pumped Up Kicks" maestros are back with their Good Mourning Sunshine Tour, shaking up the indie pop sphere from its mid-summer stupor. Their vibrant soundscapes and infectious hooks are poised to rip through the fabric of their previous discography, promising a sonic journey that's, well, anything but predictable.

Drawing from a tapestry of influences that span from psychedelic pop to electro-rock, the band's latest tour is a kaleidoscope of genre-bending bops that will have even the most aloof hipster nodding along in reluctant approval. Sprinkled with the occasional dash of synth, a hint of lo-fi ambience, and plenty of surprises, this is Foster The People like you've never heard them before.

If you've ever wanted to be part of a music revolution, this is your chance. Prepare to devour the synth-pop soundscapes, indie beats, and a new wave of sonic exploration that Foster The People are masterfully crafting. This isn't just another concert—it's a multimedia happening, a ritual of sound and vision, a psych-pop pilgrimage that you can't afford to miss.

When was the last time you felt truly alive, standing in a room where the walls thrummed with the electric pulse of clever lyrics and cathartic chords? Get ready to break your ennui with a double-dose of sonic euphoria at Bottom Lounge. Cheekface brings their sardonic wit and infectious hooks, ready to soundtrack your existential crises with sing-alongs that'll get stuck in your head faster than last week's TikTok trend. Add Apes of the State to the mix, with their raw, punk-folk confessions that'll have you spilling your heart on the sticky dance floor. Forget the secondary market scams; this is the real deal, and with a ticket drop like this, you'll want to set a million alarms. Miss out, and risk being the one friend who didn't "get it" — don't be that friend.

Bust out your most dazzling sequined jumpsuit and get ready to groove, because The Polish Ambassador is about to take you on an intergalactic journey that promises to shake even the most stoic of hipsters out of their ennui. Nestled in the vibrant, pulsating heart of Garcia's, where ramps and wheelchair lifts ensure that everyone can ride the cosmic wave, our beloved synth shaman will unleash a sonic tsunami of future-funk beats and neon-drenched visuals. Whether you're in the dance pit sweating out last week's existential crisis or perched at a premium cabaret-style table sipping craft cocktails with new best friends, the immersive experience is unparalleled. For those who like their space a little more private, cozy up in a booth with your crew and let the Ambassador's beats ripple through your bones. But wherever you land, let it be known: this is the night your FOMO will be fully vanquished.

Leave your ennui at the door and descend into the sonic wonderland unfolding at the subterranean hideout everyone’s whispering about. Kick off the night with Joytrip, the band that layers shoegaze dreamscapes over your favorite 90s nostalgia, guaranteed to make your heart skip like your favorite mixtape. Then, let the Jamal Damien Trio transport you with their intoxicating blend of jazz-infused neo-soul—think Kamasi Washington jamming with Thundercat in a candlelit basement. Finally, Co-Stanza will close the night, spinning their DIY synthpop magic that feels like Robyn and James Murphy hosting a dance-off in your living room. This is not just a gig; it’s a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous. So grab your coolest tote, dust off your dancing boots, and come ready to bask in beats that’ll leave you wondering why you ever stayed home. 21+ only—because some experiences are meant to be savored with a side of craft IPA.

For those nocturnal adventurers who thrive on transcending the mundane, Horse Meat Disco is your celestial beacon. Think disco balls twirling to infinity under the spell of infectious grooves that could resurrect Studio 54. Flanking this London-bred sonic phenomenon is Harry Cross, spinning a tightrope act of darkwave delights and euphoric synth wizardry that keeps your heart racing like a caffeinated cheetah. Add to the mix the enigmatic Vitigrrl, whose ethereal beats and kaleidoscopic melodies promise a transcendental journey through the neon cosmos. This isn't just a night out; it's a pilgrimage for the discerning connoisseur of cool. Ready to transport you to a dimension where age is but a number and the dance floor is your playground. Grab your ID, lace up your best dancing boots, and prepare to lose yourself in a cacophony of blissful beats.

If your nocturnal wanderlust has you prowling for the perfect post-festival fix, look no further than the Cold Waves XIV Afterparty where Moon 17 is set to crash-land into your consciousness with their interstellar soundscapes. This is the kind of night where shadows dance to synths, and every beat feels like it was plucked from the cosmos just for you. Fresh off the back of a festival that leaves no eardrum unturned, Patrixia’s DJ set promises envelope-pushing electronic grooves that’ll keep your dopamine levels peaking until the sun dares to rise. You'll be rubbing elbows with the who's who of the underground scene, where even the walls sweat with anticipation. With free entry for Cold Waves or Metro wristband holders, your only excuse to miss this would be if you're held hostage by a space-time anomaly. So, are you ready to ride the wave and rewrite the rules of cool that night?

Bust out your most dazzling sequined jumpsuit and get ready to groove, because The Polish Ambassador is about to take you on an intergalactic journey that promises to shake even the most stoic of hipsters out of their ennui. Nestled in the vibrant, pulsating heart of Garcia's, where ramps and wheelchair lifts ensure that everyone can ride the cosmic wave, our beloved synth shaman will unleash a sonic tsunami of future-funk beats and neon-drenched visuals. Whether you're in the dance pit sweating out last week's existential crisis or perched at a premium cabaret-style table sipping craft cocktails with new best friends, the immersive experience is unparalleled. For those who like their space a little more private, cozy up in a booth with your crew and let the Ambassador's beats ripple through your bones. But wherever you land, let it be known: this is the night your FOMO will be fully vanquished.

Get ready to dive into the sonic abyss at Cold Waves XIV, where the boundaries of industrial, noise, and post-punk blur into a beautifully dark tapestry. Headlined by the ethereal doom of KING WOMAN, this lineup is a masterclass in underground supremacy. Youth Code is set to electrify with their visceral, machine-driven beats, while Lead Into Gold offers a rare glimpse into the mind of Ministry's Paul Barker. Spike Hellis will take you on a synth-laden journey through dystopian soundscapes, and Black Cross Hotel is sure to haunt you with their gothic undertones. Insula Iscariot will kick things off with a mind-bending fusion of experimental noise and raw energy.

This isn't just a gig, it's a convergence of the avant-garde, a rallying cry for those who live on the fringes. And if that isn't enough to pull you from your Netflix stupor, remember that your presence helps support Darkest Before Dawn's mission to aid mental health efforts within the music community. Grab your tickets straight from Metro's site, flash that ID at the door, and prepare for a night that promises to be as cathartic as it is unforgettable.

If you’ve been snoozing on 2026 JAY B, it's time to jolt awake before the FOMO becomes terminal. The cosmic wanderers behind the elusive *roots* tape are crashing through the ether to deliver a live set that promises to be as raw and immersive as a Lynchian dreamscape. Think pulsating shoegaze riffs colliding with a lo-fi synth symphony—it's like someone plugged My Bloody Valentine into a celestial jukebox and hit shuffle. The whispers from the underground say this is the gig where you’ll witness new anthems before they soundtrack your next existential crisis. So, lace up those vintage Docs, grab a PBR, and prepare to get lost in the sonic swirl that only 2026 JAY B can orchestrate. Trust me, your Spotify Discover Weekly will never recover.

Slide into the backlit glow of Carol's Pub for a sonic journey with Laci Kaye Booth, the Nashville siren turning heartbreak into celestial magic. Fresh off her signing with Lost Highway Records, Laci's third album, Love Ain't For The Faint Of Heart, is both a gut punch and a healing balm—a perfect reflection of love’s messy, melodic paradox. Her set promises to be a tapestry of dream-pop shimmer and country soul, weaving tales of love lost and found in a way only someone who’s danced with both devils and angels can. With production from Ben West, expect a sonic landscape that’s as lush as a Tennessee summer night. This is more than a gig; it's a cathartic pilgrimage through love’s trenches, guided by Laci’s haunting vocals and raw storytelling. Grab a GA ticket if you’re ready to sway among kindred spirits, or secure a table if you prefer to sip and savor the aural landscape. But remember, this one's 21+, and if you snooze, your table might just become another’s treasure. Consider this your antidote to the blasé, a night where every note might just get you a little closer to the catharsis you didn’t know you needed.