Boy Harsher w/ Choir Boy

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Arlo Parks, the Mercury prize laureate and voice of our generation, is dropping her sonic magic onto stages across the globe with her "Desire Tour." Following a dizzying climb to stardom, a UNICEF ambassadorship, and a couple of Grammy nods, she's now bending genres and minds with her third album, Ambiguous Desire. From the queer revelry of NYC's Paradise Garage to the shadowy UK beats of The Streets and Burial, Parks isn't just genre-hopping, she's time-traveling. Expect LCD Soundsystem-esque synth ecstasies and rootsy Theo Parrish grooves—this is an exploration of sound you won't want to miss. So leave your pretentious ennui at the door—this isn't your run-of-the-mill synthpop fair, it's Arlo Parks at her boldest, brightest, and most boundary-pushing. Get ready to have your indie sensibilities shaken, stirred, and served back with a slice of uncensored self-expression.

Forget everything you know about riotous nights and sonic revelation—Lambrini Girls are here to rewrite your indie escapades. This Brighton-based trio is a Molotov cocktail of punk ferocity and unapologetic queerness, ready to detonate your expectations and maybe your eardrums. Imagine Kathleen Hanna and Courtney Love blasting out of your favorite dive bar, but with a fresh, frenetic twist that demands you scream along or get out of the way. Their live shows are notorious for transforming skeptical toe-tappers into fervent disciples, leaving even the most jaded scenester wondering if they’ve just witnessed the second coming of DIY chaos. Grab your ticket, grab your mates, and prepare for a night that may just remind you why you fell in love with this wild music world to begin with. FOMO? More like FOTGO—Fear of Truly Going Off. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If your Spotify Discover is starting to feel like a lukewarm kombucha, it’s time to jolt your senses at the Mind Enterprises gig. Imagine Giorgio Moroder and Miami Vice had a love child raised in a neon-soaked arcade, and you’re halfway there. This isn’t just another night in the indie carousel—this is your ticket to a sonic time machine where Italo disco meets modern synth wizardry. Doors at 7:00 PM, but if you’re not there by 8:00 PM, you might as well be scrolling through your ex’s Instagram stories. It’s 17+ because some of us know that age is just a number when you’re vibing on another wavelength. Don’t sleep on this; the underground scene will have moved on by tomorrow, but tonight? Tonight is electric.

Gorillaz are back in the ring, and this time they're climbing new heights with "The Mountain Tour.” A band that usually exists in the digital realm is about to get a whole lot more physical as they scale the peaks of their expansive discography. Expect heart-stopping holograms, indelible bangers, and elusive deep cuts that you and your local record store clerk will be dissecting for months to come. If you thought Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett were just chilling in the virtual world, sipping on sunshine, you're in for a seismic surprise. Get ready for a multimedia spectacle that will blow your beanie off. Gorillaz are on the move—don't get left in the dust.

If your soul aches for a sonic pilgrimage back to the halcyon days of dreamy synth lines and post-punk whispers, then cancel your plans for Thursday night and head straight to the heart of the underground: Book of Love is taking the stage. These pioneers of the late-night dancefloor are poised to transform a mere gig into a communal rite of synthpop salvation. Imagine the cascading echoes of tender keys and harmonies that grasp at your heart's inner nostalgia, all while you’re surrounded by a sea of art kids who look like they just stepped out of a Gus Van Sant film. Whether you’re a seasoned disciple or a fresh convert to their soundscapes, the evening promises an alchemy of euphoria and introspection that’ll make even the most jaded scenester grateful for the best kind of déjà vu. Trust, this isn’t just another show—it’s a resurgence. Don’t be the one who hears about it the next day on the group chat and regrets not being there to witness this legendary rebirth firsthand.

Interpol, the NYC post-punk titans, are back on the road, and they've brought along Brooklyn's own sonic explorers, DIIV. This is an unholy union of the weighty, moody rock that keeps Brooklyn's heart beating in the dead of night and the more experimental, ethereal sounds that make it shimmer in the daylight. Interpol, the astute architects of the early-'00s indie boom, will undoubtedly be delivering iconic cuts from 'Turn on the Bright Lights' and 'Antics', but also expect some rare gems and maybe even new material. DIIV, their sonic tapestry of gaze-pop, will prove the perfect counterfoil, adding a dreamy haze to the evening. Prepare for a night of arresting intensity and captivating vulnerability; this isn't just another gig, it's a masterclass in the spectrum of emotion.

Olivia Rodrigo, the undeniable wunderkind of pop's new era, is poised to rip through the fabric of music industry expectations with her Unraveled Tour. The tour stitches together the raw emotionality of her debut album "Sour," with an unparalleled zeal for performance. Forget the often soulless purgatory of mainstream pop concerts. Rodrigo, with her earnest lyrics and unexpected punk moments, delivers a live show that's more akin to the kinetic intimacy of a basement jam session. This isn't just a concert—it's a full-throttle pop confessional, a rollercoaster ride through the chaos of adolescence, strapped with a killer soundtrack. Get ready to mosh, scream, and bare your soul to the infectiously raw anthems of a Gen Z icon.

Clear your calendar and dust off your dancing shoes because Dadi Freyr is about to turn your ennui into euphoria. This Icelandic wizard of whimsy, known for his viral Eurovision conquest and infectious beats, is touching down to deliver the kind of synth-pop spectacle that makes your heart race faster than a limited-edition vinyl drop. Imagine a sonic kaleidoscope where the carefree vibes of 80s electro meet the future-forward pulse of today’s indie synth scene. It's an 18+ affair, so leave the fake IDs at home and prepare for a night where you'll lose yourself in a blur of neon lights, pulsing rhythms, and the kind of communal joy that only a Dadi Freyr show can conjure. Miss this, and risk spending your weekend scrolling through blurry Instagram stories, pining for the night you should have been a part of.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

Charlotte de Witte is about to transform East End at Navy Pier into a pulsating temple of techno bliss, and if you're not there, prepare for an existential crisis of FOMO proportions. This isn't just a show; it's a pilgrimage for the beat-hungry disciples of minimal techno. De Witte, the Belgian queen of the dark and dirty four-on-the-floor, brings her signature sound—where hypnotic rhythms and razor-sharp synths collide in a celestial dance of euphoria. Picture this: the Chicago skyline in the backdrop, lights twirling, bodies swaying, each bass drop echoing over Lake Michigan. It’s a rare convergence of industrial grit and waterfront serenity, only to be amplified by de Witte's otherworldly command of the decks. For those who crave more than just a night out, this is your chance to get lost in the labyrinth of sound and emerge baptized by the beats. Don't just hear about it—live it.

Nestled in the heartbeat of the city's underground, DISTANT MATTER is set to launch ‘VIVID NOSTALGIA - PHASE II,’ the next evolution of their kaleidoscopic journey through sound and memory. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic séance where past and future collide in a haze of dreamy synths and otherworldly visuals. Picture yourself in a sweat-drenched basement, the bassline pulsing like a shared secret among those in-the-know, while the band weaves a tapestry of sound that's equal parts euphoria and introspection. It's the kind of night where the boundary between artist and audience dissolves, leaving only the raw, electric connection that feels like a fleeting, yet eternal, moment in time. For those who crave more than just the music – who seek transcendence wrapped in reverb – missing this would be like skipping out on the genesis of something unforgettable. This is the pulse of the indie scene, the essence of cool distilled into one unmissable night.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

If you're the kind of hipster who's been around the block more times than that ironic fixie you never actually ride, deadmau5 at Navy Pier Open Air is the pilgrimage you didn't know your existential ennui needed. As night falls over Chicago’s iconic boardwalk, the EDM maestro himself will transform the skyline into a kaleidoscope of pulsating beats and immersive soundscapes that defy the dimensions of mere rave or concert. Imagine glitchy visuals and basslines so deep, they'll shake the dust off your vintage Joy Division tee. This isn’t just a gathering; it’s a transcendent experience where your digital avatar meets its analog soul in a dance of relentless euphoria. Don’t just hear about it from your friend’s Instagram story at 3 a.m.—be the myth they’re whispering about in the smoky afterhours of the city’s underground bars. FOMO is real, and missing this would be a sin even your vinyl collection can't forgive.

Jesse Welles, the enigmatic sonic architect, is finally taking the stage, presented by none other than XRT. With his raw, heady blend of indie rock and psychedelic soul, Welles is single-handedly constructing a bridge between the sonic legacy of the 60s and the angst of today's Generation Z. One can't help but get sucked into the vortex of his emotionally charged lyrics, which he delivers in a voice that's been seasoned with the grit of life and sweetened with a dash of rebellious spirit.

Whether you're a casual listener or a total audiophile, there's something in Welles' soundscape that will give you the shivers. This is your chance to witness a live performance by an artist who's pushing the boundaries of indie music while keeping its rawness intact. So, dust off your most ironic thrift store threads, grab your crew, and immerse yourself in a night of mind-altering melodies, unorthodox rhythms, and a sense of camaraderie that only a room full of Welles' fans can offer.

Don't miss out on this chance to say "I saw him before he got big" and gear up for a night that's guaranteed to be a big, bold check mark on your bucket list of indie music experiences.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.