Flowers of Romance Featuring Andi b2b Justin Aulis Long * Club Drippy (Live) * Nolia

STRFKR is crashing into your existential ennui like a comet made of glitter and synth hooks, ready to ignite the Outset stage with their cosmic dance party vibes. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an intergalactic pilgrimage for your soul. You’ll find yourself lost in the kaleidoscope of sound that only STRFKR can conjure, where pulsating beats meet dreamy vocals and every bass line is a direct transmission from the indie ether. All ages means this sonic odyssey is open to star children of any generation, and trust us, this will be the night that’s referenced in hushed tones in basement dive bars for years to come. So grab your most ironic patched denim jacket, prep your best aloof nod, and prepare to lose yourself in a sea of like-minded disciples under a ceiling of twinkling lights. General Admission means you’ll want to stake your claim early—because once you’re in, there’s no re-entry, and let’s be real, you won’t want to leave this vortex of audio bliss anyway.

Get ready to transcend the mundane, because A Winged Victory for the Sullen is about to swoop into town and elevate your auditory experience to celestial heights. This isn't just a gig; it's an aural odyssey that effortlessly blurs the lines between ambient, neo-classical, and the etheric realms you only visit in your most lucid dreams. If Kafka had a favorite band to soundtrack his existential musings, this would be it. The duo's lush soundscapes will wrap around you like a sonic cocoon, making even the most jaded among us feel like they're floating in a Lynchian reverie. Whether you're an ambient aficionado or just in desperate need of a soul cleanse, missing this would be like skipping the afterparty of the year—where the vibe is immaculate, and the usual hipster ennui doesn't stand a chance. Grab your most introspective crew and drift your way to a night that promises both beauty and introspection. Don't say we didn't warn you when you're stuck with only the FOMO as your plus-one.

Prepare your eardrums and existential dread for a night with YHWH Nailgun, the sonic prophets who are about to turn your comfort zone into a mosh pit of divine chaos. These noise rock savants, fresh off a residency in the most ethereal of Brooklyn basements, are bringing their apocalyptic riffs and cryptic poetics to a stage near you. It's like if David Lynch curated a soundtrack for a post-internet fever dream, and you’re invited to witness the unraveling. Expect decibels that could resurrect Joy Division and lyrical enigmas that would leave Kafka clutching his diary. Miss this, and you'll never hear the end of it—literally.

Grab your vintage band tee and get ready to time travel back to 2010. Two Door Cinema Club is bringing their indie anthem-laden debut, Tourist History, to life in NYC for an unforgettable 15th anniversary bash. This isn't just a gig; it's a celebration of that era when skinny jeans reigned supreme, and every track felt like an instant classic. Expect immersive elements that will transport you to another dimension—think strobe lights dancing like fireflies and synths that could rival your late-night playlist. It's a chance to belt out "What You Know" surrounded by a sea of kindred spirits who also had this album on repeat. Don't let your future self be haunted by the ghost of gigs missed. Secure your spot in the crowd and join the indie elites for a night that promises to be as electric as the first time you heard Alex Trimble's voice cut through a dive bar's din.

If you've somehow managed to miss Culture Wars' sonic storm, now's your chance to correct that existential oversight. This isn't just another gig; it's the kind of night where the air buzzes with electric anticipation and every guitar riff feels like it's tugging on the threads of your very soul. Doors swing open at 7:00 PM, so you can slide in with enough time to catch the vibe before the band unleashes their genre-defying magic. Over 18? Great—bring your valid ID and a spirit ready to be drenched in sound that blurs the lines between reality and the visceral dreamscape of the indie music underground. Be warned: tickets from third-party sellers are as trustworthy as a cassette tape left in the sun, so snag yours directly from Metro's site and secure your place in what will be the night everyone will be talking about. Need special accommodations? Just give Metro a heads up, and they'll sort you out. Miss this, and you might as well retire from the scene altogether.

Hold onto your thrifted bucket hats, because Dolly Creamer and Glass Beagle are crashing into your Friday night plans like a sonic comet. This isn't just another gig—it's the kind of aural epiphany that hits harder than a surprise Radiohead drop. Dolly Creamer will drench you in their kaleidoscopic haze of shoegaze dreams, mixing equal parts nostalgia and neon, while Glass Beagle's synthpop wizardry will have you ricocheting off the walls like you've just discovered dancing for the first time. Show up for the bands, stay for the vibes, and leave with a new religion. It's 21 and over, so bring your ID and prepare to let your inner music snob face the ultimate test of coolness. Doors at 8:00 PM, but trust us—you'll want to be fashionably early for this one.

Lend an ear, you denizens of the underground, Teddy Swims is cutting loose on the UGLY Tour. This isn’t just another churned-out, cookie-cutter headline - this is a sonic manifesto, a liquescent fusion of soul, R&B, and that ephemeral indie vibe that has us all strung out on the fringes.

Swims has been shaking up the status quo with his balmy pipes and genre-blurring audacity, reimagining classics and spinning out originals that defy the tedium of the mainstream.

This isn't your run-of-the-mill gig. It's a space where raw expression meets the uncompromising grit of indie artistry. And in this climate of constant flux, it's an event committed to keeping you safe while you indulge in the cathartic melee of live music.

So, park that ennui for a night, and let Teddy Swims take you on a sonic adventure that weaves through the underbelly of the indie scene and emerges, gasping and glorious, in the stratosphere of pure, unadulterated emotion.

Clear your calendar, because SOFI TUKKER is doing more than just melting faces with their jungle-pop beats—they're putting their paws where their heart is. In an event that screams "party with a purpose," the dynamic duo is bringing their Animal Talk tour to a venue near you, and they're rolling deep with their friends at PLUS1. For every ticket you grab to lose yourself in their kinetic, kaleidoscopic world, you're also throwing a bone (and a buck) to local animal shelters across North America. Expect their signature mix of effervescent energy, genre-blending bangers, and enough good vibes to light up even the most cynical soul. So lace up your dancing shoes, adopt a new best friend, and prepare to ride the wave of euphoria that is SOFI TUKKER. Don't sleep on it—you'll only have yourself to blame if you miss out on this neon-tinged nirvana.

Hey there, seasoned gig-goer and collector of band tees so obscure they might as well be cryptic crossword clues. Here’s your next fix: Arrows in Action are bringing their electric, high-octane charm to the Bottom Lounge with their aptly named "I Think We've Toured Here Before" stop in Chicago. It's the kind of show where the setlist is as unpredictable as a midwestern thunderstorm and the energy onstage could power a small city.

Forget the algorithm-approved Spotify playlist; this is the real deal where you'll swap sweat with strangers who will become lifelong concert comrades by the encore. Tickets drop like a limited-edition vinyl, so channel your inner crate digger and snag them during the presales before they evaporate into the ether like your college band's MySpace page. Just a heads up—Bottom Lounge is cracking down on scalpers harder than the 2010s cracked down on skinny jeans, so get your tickets straight from the source and keep your inbox on refresh mode.

Don’t be the one scouring Instagram stories for clips the day after. Be the legend who’s got the wristband to prove they were there when Arrows in Action turned Chicago inside out.

If your idea of a rager is more distortion pedals than disco balls, Cold Waves Los Angeles Night 1 is where your soul needs to be. Think of it as a sonic séance summoning the spirit of Factory Records, with a lineup that's a love letter to your leather jacket-wearing, synth-obsessed alter ego. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous—a communion of darkwave, post-punk, and industrial soundscapes that'll have you questioning your loyalties to any other genre. The echoes of the underground are calling, and this is your chance to bask in the reverb-drenched glow of an unmissable night. Get ready to lose yourself in a haze of smoke machines and strobe lights while some of the scene's most electrifying acts remind you why you're obsessed with the beautifully chaotic dance between analog grit and digital dreams. If you're not there, you're just not living.

This Friday, the underbelly of the city is set to reverberate with sounds that'll knock the dust off your vintage vinyl collection and make your ex's Spotify playlist seem even sadder. ANFANG, the noise-pop savants who’ve been making waves with their distortion-drenched anthems, are headlining a night that promises to be as unforgettable as that time your best friend kissed the lead guitarist. Joining them are BEYOND LEGACY, the genre-fluid maestros whose live shows are a transcendental journey through time and space, and BELLEVUE HOLIDAY, purveyors of synth-laden dreamscapes that feel like a night drive through neon-lit streets. Think of it as the sonic equivalent of finding a first edition zine at a thrift store. You know you don’t want to be the one scrolling through Instagram stories of this tomorrow. Grab your ticket, your coolest friend, and maybe a pair of earplugs—because what's a little tinnitus when the music's this good?

If you've been hibernating in your flannel cocoon waiting for an electrifying reason to crawl out, Cold Waves XIV is your sonic wake-up call. Headlined by the industrial legends Stabbing Westward, this lineup is a nostalgic fever dream and a gritty glimpse into the future of noise. Joining them, we have PIG—a visceral dive into the raw underbelly of electro-punk—and the visceral acumen of ACUMEN NATION. Not to drop names, but 16 VOLT and PUREST FORM will be serving up decibels hotter than a Brooklyn basement in July. Oh, and did someone say KAPUT? Yeah, they're here to blow minds and speakers alike. Held at Chicago's iconic Metro, this is more than a gig; it’s a congregation for those who crave their music with an edge sharper than their eyeliner. So roll the dice on your indie cred, snag a ticket (and maybe a spare for the inevitable clingy friend), and prepare for a night that might just restore your faith in the raw power of live music. Part of the proceeds even support Darkest Before Dawn, so you're not just moshing for your soul, you're moshing for a cause. Get ready to feel alive in the loudest way possible.

Grab your leather jacket and existential ennui because Cold Waves XIV is about to electrify the Metro this September. This isn’t just a festival; it’s a pilgrimage for those who thrive on moody synths and the raw pulse of industrial beats. Over three nights, the legendary venue will transform into a sanctuary for the sonically perceptive, where each riff and rhythm is a defiant shout against the mundane. With proceeds supporting Darkest Before Dawn, this event speaks to the heart as much as it does to the ears. And for those needing a little extra support, Metro’s got your back with accessible accommodations—just a heads up to reach out early. Forget the FOMO; this is your invitation to lose yourself in a soundscape that is as haunting as it is hopeful. Secure your pass now or risk the regret of spending the weekend as just another misfit on the wrong side of the velvet rope.

Get ready to strut your stuff because Satin Jackets are about to transform Outset into a swirling, disco-infused daydream you won't want to miss. Think glittering synth lines and velvety beats that make you feel like you're cruising down an endless neon highway. This is an AGES 17 AND OVER affair, so bring your best dance moves and a valid ID that'll keep the bouncers happy. The vibe is strictly standing room only, so prepare to get up close and personal with strangers who might just become your next best friends—or your next great story. With a strict no re-entry policy, once you're in, you're in it for the long haul, sipping on euphoria and savoring every glimmer of this six-ticket-max event. Trust us, this isn't just a gig—it's a night you'll be reminiscing over craft coffee for months to come.

Mark your calendars and dust off your underground cred, because AyoDylan is about to turn your usual Tuesday 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.

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.

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.

This Saturday night, 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. Doors swing open at 10:00 PM, 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 tonight?

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.

Slide into the backlit glow of Carol's Pub this Saturday 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.

Get ready to have your cool cred maxed out with a triple bill that's hotter than a stolen synth. This Friday, the dimly lit underbelly of the city plays host to a sonic séance you won't want to miss. Start the night by getting lost in the art-pop noir of Charming Disaster—imagine Nick Cave and The White Stripes had a ghost baby. Next, the God Awful Small Affairs will hit you with a tidal wave of glam-infused existentialism that would make David Bowie raise an eyebrow. And if you're still standing, the enigmatic Super Secret Cult Band will close the night with their hypnotic rituals and psychedelic jams that feel like a fever dream you never want to wake up from. You can almost hear the whispers of "I was there" echoing through the future. Those in the know will be worshipping at the altar of this gig—don’t say we didn’t warn you.

When the clock strikes midnight and the air gets thick with that post-industrial grit, the only place to be is under the spell of Scary Lady Sarah. Spinning the decks at the Cold Waves XIV afterparty, she’s the high priestess of darkwave, weaving a sonic tapestry that’ll have your synapses tingling. Whether you’ve got the wristband or just the attitude, this is where the night gets its second wind. Picture it: the room is pulsing with shadowy beats, the crowd a sea of black-clad silhouettes moving in hypnotic unison. You’ll want to be there when the bass drops and the goth gods smile down on the Metro. Because when Scary Lady Sarah takes the helm, every track is an invitation to transcend the ordinary. Don't just hear about it—be the envy of every missed connection post.

Clear your calendar and prep your best ironic band tee because Elder is about to unravel the fabric of your reality, one mind-bending riff at a time. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage through the cosmic realms of stoner rock and progressive psychedelia. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to float through a neon nebula while riding a wave of fuzz-drenched euphoria, Elder's live set is your ticket to enlightenment. Think of it as a spiritual retreat for audiophiles, where distortion pedals replace incense and the only mantra is "louder." Slip into the crowd at your own risk—you might just find yourself headbanging next to that mysterious vinyl collector from the record store, or sharing a knowing nod with a fellow music fiend who gets that sometimes, the only therapy you need is a wall of sound. This is the kind of night you'll reminisce about at every afterparty, the kind that leaves you with a ringing in your ears and a new lease on life. Don't sleep on it, because you know this is exactly what you've been craving.

If your weekend looks like a soggy thrift store sweater, it's time to swap that for something that's dripping in glitter and audacity. Enter HYMPHOMANIA: The Live Experience with the one and only Zee Machine, where every synth line feels like a secret handshake and every lyric is a wink just for you. This isn't just another gig; it's a euphoric plunge into a world where the bass thumps like your heart during a late-night confession and the stage lights are the only stars you'll need to wish upon. VIPs get the red carpet treatment with early access at 6:00pm, an exclusive tête-à-tête with Zee—because who doesn't want to steal a moment with the maestro—and a signed Polaroid that guarantees an Instagram moment as iconic as your playlist. Plus, snag a tee that lets everyone know you were there before it was cool (or at least before they heard about it on TikTok). So, dig out your most danceable boots and prepare for a night where the line between performance and party is deliciously blurred. This is your official call to ditch the mundane and embrace the mania. See you in the front row.