Everything Everything: Get To Heaven 10th Anniversary

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.

Hey, cool cats and vinyl hoarders, it's time to dust off your best gig shoes because Everything Everything is celebrating the 10th anniversary of their mind-bending album, *Get To Heaven*. You know, the one that soundtracked your existential crises and dance parties alike? Yeah, that one. It's happening at Metro Chicago, a venue that's basically hallowed ground for anyone who claims to know a thing or two about live music.

And this isn't just a night out—it's an experience. Psymon Spine is opening, bringing their trippy grooves to set the stage for a night of sonic exploration. We're talking the kind of grooves that make even the most rhythmically challenged find their inner dance floor deity.

For those of you who like your indie experiences with a side of exclusivity, the VIP package is pure gold: a GA ticket, an embroidered hat to flaunt your superior taste, a signed anniversary vinyl to remind you of how cool you were in 2023, plus a tour poster, set list, and a commemorative VIP laminate that will make all your friends question their life choices.

So, don't be that person scrolling Instagram with regret while the rest of us are getting lost in a synth-laden wonderland. Secure your spot before it's just a legend you tell your future kids about. Get on Metro's website and snag your ticket before they're just a fleeting dream in some reseller's cart.

If you’re looking to shatter your eardrums in the best possible way, look no further than the cataclysmic collision of Knocked Loose and Denzel Curry. This isn't just a gig—it's a seismic event where hardcore meets hip-hop in an electrifying mosh pit baptism. Knocked Loose will be dishing out bone-crushing breakdowns that'll have you questioning the stability of your spine, while Denzel Curry’s blistering bars and boundless energy ensure not a single sneaker stays unscuffed. It's a genre-defying sonic blitzkrieg that promises to leave your brain buzzing and your soul moshing. Miss it, and you’ll be left scrolling through Instagram stories with a heavy case of FOMO and a tinge of regret.

This weekend, the cosmos aligns for a sonic pilgrimage you won’t want to miss. Drag Talk and Zoon are set to ignite one of those unforgettable nights where the walls sweat with sound and souls syncopate to the rhythm of the underground. Drag Talk, fresh off the rumor mill with their intoxicating blend of post-punk bravado and dreamy shoegaze haze, is poised to turn the venue into a whirlwind of reverb-drenched catharsis. And then there's Zoon, the shape-shifting alchemists of the DIY scene, crafting ethereal synthpop soundscapes that shimmer like neon in the rain. Imagine My Bloody Valentine and Beach House having a jam session in a basement that’s probably cooler than your entire music library—yeah, it’s that good. The space is intimate, the crowd is clued-in, and the after-party is probably going to end up somewhere with craft cocktails named after obscure Velvet Underground lyrics. You’ll want to say you were there when it happened.

This Friday night, the indie underworld is calling, and it's a siren song you can't afford to miss. Picture this: a dive bar soaked in the blood, sweat, and tears of every great gig gone before, now ready to host an unforgettable night featuring three acts that redefine cool. Something Beautiful will kick things off with their ethereal blend of dream-pop that feels like a lucid dream you won't want to wake up from. But don't get too comfortable, because Before The Fall is set to shake the foundations with their post-apocalyptic anthems, conjuring up visions of a dystopian dancefloor. And just when you think you've caught your breath, WitchHammer will close the night with a set so raw and unhinged, it feels like a spellbinding ritual.

This is more than just a gig—it's a rite of passage, a sonic pilgrimage through the best of what the indie scene offers. So grab your ID and your most loved (or loathed) pair of Doc Martens, because this 21+ night is the one your cooler, future self will thank you for attending. Be there and be ready, or miss out and risk spending your weekend scrolling through the stories of those who were.

Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic maelstrom of post-punk fury and melodic introspection as Militarie Gun storms Chicago's iconic Metro. This isn't just any gig—it's an electrifying assembly of trailblazers, featuring the haunting shoegaze of Softcult, the genre-bending chaos of Shady Nasty, and the raw powerpop punch of Dazy. Doors swing open at 6:00 PM, and trust me, you'll want to be front and center when the first chord rips through the air. Bring your ID and your best dance moves, because this is the kind of night that makes you forget all about tomorrow's to-do list. Remember, tickets are your golden ticket to indie paradise, so snag them straight from Metro’s site to ensure you're not left reminiscing about what you missed. This lineup is destined to become the stuff of legend, so unless you're down to wallow in FOMO, get your plans sorted and dive into the rapture.

Break out the thrifted leather and ironic band tees, because this Friday, the indie gods have graced us with a lineup that's hotter than your Hinge date's hot takes. Ricky Liontones, the reigning kings of jangly post-punk with a side of existential dread, are set to roar with their signature blend of frenetic riffs and introspective lyrics that feel like a late-night epiphany. They're joined by Satin Banshee, the synthpop sorcerers whose ethereal soundscapes and haunting vocals are what you’d imagine if Grimes and Beach House had a lovechild raised on the Twin Peaks soundtrack. And just when you think you’ve reached nirvana, Highdiver will catapult you into a dreamy shoegaze vortex, where swirling guitars and reverb-drenched vocals create a sonic tapestry you’ll want to wrap yourself in forever. It's a 21+ affair, so leave the fake IDs at home and prepare for an evening that will make your Spotify algorithm jealous. This is the kind of night you’ll casually mention in conversation for years, so don’t sleep on it unless you want to be left swiping through Instagram stories in a fit of FOMO-induced despair.

Listen up, sound-surfers and beat connoisseurs: DJ Shadow is about to drop a seismic wave of sonic brilliance on your synapses. This isn’t just any set—it's a transcendental journey through the labyrinth of loops and samples that only Shadow can conjure. We're talking about a cerebral kaleidoscope where vintage vinyl whispers secrets to digital drum machines, and where the underground becomes your sanctuary. Forget the typical Friday night dive bar drudgery; this is where the real alchemy happens. If you've ever found yourself chasing the elusive dragon of musical euphoria, this is your ticket. Trust, you’ll want to be there when the needle hits the groove and the walls pulse with the collective heartbeat of the ones who truly get it.

Alright, scene-stealers and synth lovers, brace yourselves. Boy Harsher and Choir Boy are about to turn your Thursday night into a cinematic fever dream you won’t want to wake up from. Boy Harsher's darkwave beats pulse like the heartbeat of a neon-lit city at midnight, and when paired with Choir Boy's ethereal, melancholic croons, it’s the perfect storm of sound to make your soul sway. Picture yourself in a misty basement, surrounded by a crowd that looks like they stepped out of an A24 flick, as you're swept away on a wave of echoing synths and haunting vocals. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone who claims to have an ear to the ground of the indie underworld. Miss this, and you’ll be that person who only gets the T-shirt but not the story.

Get ready to dive into the sonic abyss as Ministry and Acid Bath team up with Windhand for a night that promises to obliterate the mundane. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-throttle descent into the dark, twisted heart of the underground. Ministry will be unleashing their industrial metal fury like it's a séance for the disenchanted, while Acid Bath resurrects their cult status, offering a rare dose of sludge-laden nihilism. Windhand will set the stage, weaving their hypnotic doom spell that feels like a slow dance with the apocalypse. This lineup is a Venn diagram of everything you ever scribbled in the margins of your high school notebook, and it's all going down in a venue that feels like a secret you were only cool enough to discover. Don't say we didn't warn you when your Instagram feed is flooded with stories from everyone who was there, and you're left dreaming of what could have been. Grab a ticket, and let yourself be enveloped by the noise.

Alright, scene-stealers and synth lovers, brace yourselves. Boy Harsher and Choir Boy are about to turn your Thursday night into a cinematic fever dream you won’t want to wake up from. Boy Harsher's darkwave beats pulse like the heartbeat of a neon-lit city at midnight, and when paired with Choir Boy's ethereal, melancholic croons, it’s the perfect storm of sound to make your soul sway. Picture yourself in a misty basement, surrounded by a crowd that looks like they stepped out of an A24 flick, as you're swept away on a wave of echoing synths and haunting vocals. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone who claims to have an ear to the ground of the indie underworld. Miss this, and you’ll be that person who only gets the T-shirt but not the story.

Aragon Ballroom is about to become your next musical pilgrimage as Brand New takes the stage for a night that promises to leave your eardrums blissfully rattled. Doors swing open at 7PM, giving you ample time to rub elbows with fellow indie connoisseurs before the sonic journey kicks off at 8PM. This isn't just a concert; it's an ages 17-and-over rite of passage, an unmissable night sealed with the sweat and soul of a band that's been the soundtrack to your most introspective moments. Just remember, there's no re-entry—once you're in the hallowed halls of Aragon, you're in for the long haul. So, grab your non-expired ID, drag along your coolest confidants (or that one friend who inexplicably has a verified Substack), and prepare for a night that's sure to redefine what you thought you knew about live music.

Boy Harsher is back for Night 2, and if you missed the first one, here’s your chance to redeem yourself. Imagine a sonic ritual where darkwave beats pulse through your veins and the haunting vocals of Jae Matthews wrap around you like a velvet cloak. This isn't just a show—it's an immersion into a shadowy world where analog synths reign supreme and every note is a secret. The ambiance at Metro will practically drip with mood and mystique, a haven for those who crave the visceral. Secure your spot and prepare for an auditory séance that will leave your pulse racing and your soul electrified. Trust me, the only thing worse than the Monday morning blues is missing out on this. Get your tickets now, and let the night consume you.

Clear your calendars and dig out your earplugs, because this Friday night the underground pulses with the kind of chaotic magic that only Mourning Star, Rachel Is Kozi, and Atta Guns can conjure. Dive headfirst into the sonic abyss at the reverb-soaked sanctuary of Elsewhere. Mourning Star will rip open your soul with their cathartic riffs, echoing like a fever dream lost somewhere between Loveless and the witching hour. Rachel Is Kozi brings a synth-laden journey that feels like wandering through a neon-lit arcade of your most nostalgic memories, where every note drips with haunting allure. And don’t even get us started on Atta Guns, who will blast you into a frenzied bliss with their raw, unfiltered energy—it’s like witnessing an explosive Superchunk/MBV mashup in your best friend’s basement. Miss this, and you’re destined to scroll through the aftermath on Instagram, wishing you were part of the chaos instead of just double-tapping it.

Dive into the pulsating heart of the underground and let Lineage be your guide. This isn't your average night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage led by the legendary vinyl alchemist Colleen 'Cosmo' Murphy and the inimitable Tony Humphries, both icons in their own right. Picture this: a dancefloor that’s a time machine, whisking you back to the golden age of house while keeping you firmly planted in the now. This isn't just music; it's an aural tapestry woven from the grooves of history and the beats of tomorrow.

Leave your phones in your pockets and your inhibitions at the door. This night is about presence, connection, and the kind of communal sweat that only comes from losing yourself in the rhythm. It's a deliberate escape from the scroll and tap of everyday life, an invitation to make genuine memories that don't need filters to shine. This is where nostalgia and futurism collide in a kaleidoscope of sound. Doors open at 10:00 PM, but let's be real—you'll be talking about this one long after the last beat drops. Don’t just hear about it; be there.

When AJJ and Greet Death roll into the Bottom Lounge, it's not just another gig—it's the kind of night you'll later claim you were at even if you weren't. AJJ's raw, folksy punk anthems will have you questioning every decision you've ever made, while Greet Death's lush soundscapes are basically tailor-made for a soul-searching, existential spiral. With tickets going live this week, you'd better have your finger hovering over the refresh button to avoid the inevitable heartbreak of missing out. And remember, this isn't just a show—it's a communal experience, the kind you'll reminisce about through a haze of PBRs and post-show playlists. No one wants to be scrolling through envious Instagram stories when they could, and should, be there in the flesh. Secure your spot now, or prepare to be haunted by the What-Ifs.

Picture this: you're weaving through an ethereal haze of heartfelt melodies and raw emotion, courtesy of Bright Eyes, who are back to remind us why Conor Oberst is the voice we never knew we desperately needed right now. They're lighting up the Metro stage, with doors swinging open at 6:30 PM—prime time for getting lost in a soundscape that feels like every indie mixtape you've cherished since high school.

Meanwhile, Omaha legends Lullaby for the Working Class will be there to set the scene, cradling you in their cozy, lo-fi embrace before the main event. But it’s not just about the music; $1 of your ticket is a direct lifeline to the Poison Oak Project, championing equity for our LGBTQ+ siblings with a focus on trans rights.

So dust off that well-loved band tee, grab your ID, and snag your ticket from Metro's site to ensure you're not left lingering outside with ticket envy and third-party frustration. Accessibility needs? Metro's got you covered—just give them a heads-up. This isn't just a gig; it's a gathering of like-minded souls ready to bask in the healing power of live music. Don't sleep on this one, because missing it would be the ultimate indie faux pas.