Boy Harsher w/ Choir Boy

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.

Get ready to relive the turn of the millennium in a neon-soaked blur because 2000s Rave is about to transport you straight back to the era of Myspace top eights and flip phones. Imagine the raw energy of basement raves, fused with the attitude of a generation that turned angst and ecstasy into an art form. Outset becomes your vortex, a standing-room-only portal where sweat and soundscapes collide, leaving no room for cynicism—just dance. IDs might be mandatory, but so is leaving your inhibitions at the door. Curate your crew wisely—you're limited to six co-pilots on this pulsating journey. And remember, once you're in, there's no re-entry, so make it count. Consider this your chance to be part of the night everyone's going to be talking about, but only those daring enough to dive into the nostalgia will truly understand.

Cancel your plans, because the gig of the year just dropped out of the ether like a rare LP you didn't know you needed. Supa Bwe, the Chicago luminary who crafts beats like he's painting with cosmic brushstrokes, joins forces with xo paris—the synthpop sorceress whose tracks are like sipping a neon cocktail on a Martian beach. Add 7000 to the mix, the enigmatic enigma who might just be your new favorite avant-garde soundscape sculptor. It's a 21+ affair, so leave the fake IDs at home and bring your most discerning ear. They say good things come in threes; tonight, let them prove it. This isn't just a show—it's an initiation into the cult of cool.

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.

Clear your calendar and prepare for sensory overload—this Saturday night, the underground is calling and it sounds like Sinclair Noire's moody dreamscapes colliding with [Melter]'s glitchy, heart-thumping beats. Crash Davidian will have you questioning your own existence with their existential post-punk grooves, while Voltaic Planes will take you on a cosmic journey through their electrifying synth odyssey. And just when you think you can catch your breath, DJ Veganinbl will keep you moving with a set that seamlessly blends the past, present, and future of dance music. This is not just a gig; it's a high-voltage communion of sonic gods. Bring your most obscure band tee and prepare for an unforgettable night that your Spotify algorithm would never predict.

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.

If you're still sleeping on bunii, consider this your wake-up call: The BUNIIVERSITY TOUR is about to school us all in the art of sonic transcendence, and it's happening right in your backyard. This is more than just a gig—it's a pilgrimage to the bleeding edge of the indie frontier, where the next big thing is already yesterday's news. Emerging from the sun-soaked streets of LA, bunii has crafted a universe where intricate production meets raw emotion, carving out a place for himself as the digital underground's latest luminary. After his meteoric rise with the viral sensation 'SAINT' and his critically acclaimed album 'VIRGILIO', bunii's show promises an immersive experience that will make you question why you ever settled for Spotify's Discover Weekly. With the palpable buzz of The FADER's blessing and SoundCloud's seal of approval, missing out on this is like ignoring the first whispers of Nirvana in '89. So, dust off your coolest vintage band tee, grab your crew, and prepare to get schooled in the future of sound. Because once the delivery delay lifts and those tickets are in your hands, you'll be part of a select few who can say, "I was there."

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.

This Saturday, Outset transforms into a sonic paradise as The Jungle Giants storm the stage with their genre-blurring grooves. Known for their infectious blend of indie pop and dance floor-ready bangers, this Aussie outfit will have you shimmying like it's the last night on Earth. Trust me, there’s no such thing as standing still when they unleash tracks that feel like a serotonin sunrise. Brace yourself for a night where the basslines flirt with your heartbeat and the melodies stick like glitter in your hair. It's an all-ages showdown that promises to be the stuff of legends—no re-entry means no interruptions, just pure, unadulterated musical ecstasy from start to finish. Miss it, and you'll be that person endlessly scrolling through Instagram stories, drowning in a sea of regret.

Prepare yourselves, sonic explorers: this Saturday night, Brooklyn's underbelly is set to pulse with the kind of raw, unfiltered energy that only Cameron Davies can deliver. Teaming up with the enigmatic Tyler Stock, whose synth wizardry could make even the most stoic of hipsters crack a smile, Davies is here to redefine your understanding of a live gig. Imagine the tender croon of Elliott Smith colliding head-on with the avant-garde audacity of early St. Vincent—it's the musical equivalent of a late-night diner confession that somehow turns into a dance-off. The dive bar’s sticky floors might as well be a velvet carpet, welcoming the coolest congregation of the city’s indie pantheon. Miss this? You’ll be the only one scrolling through Instagram Stories with a pang of regret, my friend.

If you're the type who thrives on discovering the next big thing before your co-worker brags about it in the break room, then block out your calendar for Sweet Pill's upcoming show. This band doesn't just perform; they create a sonic kaleidoscope that turns your typical night out into an existential experience. Their sound? Imagine if the Cocteau Twins and Paramore had a love child raised on a steady diet of hyperpop and existential poetry. Sweet Pill is the rare act that delivers both a candy-coated punch and a bitter aftertaste, leaving you pondering life's grand questions while you're lost in their dreamy riffs. And let's be honest, when was the last time a concert did that? So, put down your cold brew, grab your worn-out Converses, and head to the dive bar where Sweet Pill will remind you what it's like to really feel something. Don't be that person who "should have been there."

This isn't just another gig—it's a rite of passage. The Invite is taking the stage, and if you haven't heard of them yet, you're already behind. This is music that catches fire in the dim glow of basement bulbs, where every chord pulses with the raw, unfiltered energy of youth. Shoutout to FTY and Gasroots for setting the scene; these are the acts that keep us grounded while we levitate. This is where synthpop dreams meet shoegaze reveries, a sonic journey spiraling through the ether of the indie cosmos. It's 18+ because some experiences require a bit of life seasoning. So, let’s see those IDs and leave your pretensions at the door. This is the night that future wistful anthems are made of, and you won't want to be the one who missed it.

Prepare to have your sonic chakras realigned as INVERTED TEMPLE, ESCULIS, JTOPIUM, and ZAKHOURY converge in an electrifying collision that's set to melt even the most frostbitten souls. The cavernous echoes of INVERTED TEMPLE will transport you to a dimension where shoegaze reverberates like sacred incantations, while ESCULIS crafts symphonic dreams with synthpop so lush you'll swear you've stepped into a neon forest. JTOPIUM will take you on a cerebral journey through their avant-garde soundscapes, where every beat feels like a revelation. Lastly, ZAKHOURY’s hypnotic rhythms will have you questioning whether you’re dancing or levitating. This is the night where your next favorite tracks are born, and missing it is missing the zeitgeist.