bunii - BUNIIVERSITY TOUR presented by Thalia Hall and Kickstand Productions

Attention, nocturnal creatures of the indie underworld: prepare to descend into the visceral vortex known as Nude Club, where Boy Harsher’s Augustus Muller and Justin Aulis Long join forces with the enigmatic Miss Twink USA. This isn’t just a gig—it’s a transcendental plunge into the shadowy euphoria of synth-laden dreamscapes and hypnotic beats that reverberate off graffiti-stained walls. As the clock strikes 10 PM, and the mundane world fades, surrender yourself to a sensory onslaught that guarantees to shake off your ennui and leave you knee-deep in a sonic utopia. This is where the cool kids will be, shedding their cynicism and losing themselves in the pulses of the underground. Bring that valid ID and your most open mind—this is the night you’ll recount when you’re name-dropping at the next rooftop afterparty. Don’t just hear about it later; be the one with the story to tell.

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.

If you've ever found yourself longing for the electrifying thrill of a Texas garage rock revival, pencil in Radioactivity as your must-see event. This isn't just some nostalgia trip; it's a full-throttle journey through the punk rock stratosphere piloted by Jeff Burke, the prodigious architect behind The Marked Men, Mind Spiders, and more. Their latest LP, Silent Kill, is a masterclass in controlled chaos—sprinting from breathless bangers like "Battered" to the soul-baring "Where I Come From." Each track is a testament to their genre-bending brilliance, seamlessly blending raw energy with surprising vulnerability. Whether you're a die-hard fan or a curious newcomer, Radioactivity promises a night that will shake up your playlist and maybe even your life. Don't sleep on this—your cool factor depends on it.

If you've ever wondered what it would feel like to be front-row at a punk rock tea party in an alternate dimension, Band-Maid is here to serve you the existential slice you didn’t know you were craving. Prepare to have your mind both blown and daintily swirled into a sugar-laced frenzy as this quintet of kawaii maids shreds through their set with surgical precision. They effortlessly fuse J-rock intensity with the kind of frenetic energy that could make an AI question its reality. Mark my words, this is the band that turns your Spotify algorithm into a hyperventilating mess. So, ditch that Netflix queue and prepare to be sonically caffeinated because missing Band-Maid is the kind of regret that’ll haunt your dreams and your DMs.

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.

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.

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.

Prepare your coolest tote bag for the Late Checkout Tour 2026 with Karina Rykman, where the vibes are as electric as her bass grooves. Think of this as your golden ticket to an exclusive sonic playground where the dance pit is your canvas and you're the brush. Garcia's is all about the experience, with its ADA-compliant spaces ensuring everyone can vibe comfortably. Whether you're snagging a Premium Table spot for that up-close-and-personal feel or chilling in a Private Booth with your tight-knit crew, you're in for a night where table service and community intersect in the most intimate way. And for those who thrive on serendipity and spontaneity, the General Admission area offers a bird's-eye view with the promise of new friends and easy access to craft cocktails. This is not your average gig—it's a full-tilt, no-holds-barred musical escapade that guarantees you'll leave with stories worth bragging about. Get ready to experience live music in a way that makes even your inner cynic crack a smile.

If your heart’s been pining for a hit of raw, unfiltered punk nostalgia, Pinhead Gunpowder is back to set the Metro ablaze. Imagine a sonic tornado swirling with the gritty authenticity of the Bay Area’s finest, helmed by none other than punk's secret weapon, Billie Joe Armstrong. This is not just a show; it’s a pilgrimage for those who know their pop-punk history like the back of their hand—an electric communion where every riff screams rebellion and every lyric feels like a battle cry. Strict door policies mean tickets are hotter than a vinyl reissue of '90s gems, so hustle hard, grab your indie bestie, and prep your government-issued ID like it’s a passport to underground heaven. Because trust me, missing this is the kind of regret that your future self will not forgive.

Brace yourself, because TooGood is about to turn your Thursday night into an unforgettable odyssey through the heartbeat of the underground. From Kid To Punk is the gig that’ll make your Spotify playlists weep with envy. Imagine the gritty charm of your favorite dive bar fused with the kind of energy that could make even the most aloof Williamsburg crowd abandon their artisanal lattes and dive headfirst into the mosh pit.

Kicking things off is Punk Juli, whose raw, electrifying riffs will have you wondering why you ever thought punk was dead. Then there's Zaay, the synthpop provocateur with beats so infectious, even your ennui will dance. Xella Red will shred your perception of reality with a voice that could cut glass and lyrics that read like your dream journal on acid. VLVT Red, like liquid velvet, will coat your eardrums in psychedelic sounds, and if that’s not enough to entice you, 6ixteenth will drop bars so fresh they'll have you questioning why you ever settled for less.

But wait, enter Juntoons, the audacious architects of soundscapes that walk the line between chaotic and cathartic, leaving you on the edge of transcendence. Closing the set is Rare Banks, whose ethereal blend of indie and alt-pop is like a sonic love letter to kidults who refuse to grow up. Doors at 7 p.m.—be there, or risk the shame of missing out on the night everyone will be dissecting in hushed tones over brunch come Sunday.

Dive headfirst into the kaleidoscopic chaos of Punchis Banda Rave, the sonic fever dream that's got every basement venue buzzing from Bushwick to Silver Lake. This isn't just another gig—it's a neon-lit odyssey where rave culture collides with the raw energy of a garage band, and the vibe is more electric than your old Nokia. Imagine synths that shimmer like a 3AM skyline, basslines deep enough to rattle your existential angst, and a frontperson with the charisma of a cult leader who's already infiltrated your Spotify queue. It's the kind of show that turns skeptics into believers and leaves you with glitter in your hair and stories impossible to explain at brunch. Miss this, and spend the next month eavesdropping on inside jokes you wish were yours.

Prepare to have your serotonin levels spiked and your jaded soul rejuvenated, because Punchis Punchis: Banda Rave Experience is about to hijack your weekend plans. This is where your appreciation for cumbia collides with your penchant for pulsating techno beats—an alchemical mix of brass-fueled euphoria and LED-lit surrealism. Imagine the sweat-drenched intimacy of an underground club meeting the vibrant energy of a Día de los Muertos parade. It's where your sneakers stick to the floor and your heart beats in time to the rhythm of a tuba. If you think you've seen it all in the indie scene, this is your chance to embrace the chaos and catch a glimpse of what's next. Snag your tickets, slap on your most ironic band tee, and prepare to lose yourself in a kaleidoscope of sound and color. Miss it, and you'll be stuck scrolling through FOMO-inducing Instagram stories while everyone else discovers the future of rave culture.

Picture this: a kaleidoscope of chaos and charisma descending upon the House of Blues Chicago, where Scene Queen is set to unleash METALICIOUS—a genre-blurring, mind-melting spectacle that smashes the patriarchy with power chords and pink glitter. It's the kind of night where the boundaries between metalcore and mall goth dissolve into an intoxicating cocktail of sonic rebellion. Doors creak open at 7PM, inviting the bravest souls to dive headfirst into a standing room paradise, where the only rule is to lose yourself in the euphoria of every shredding riff and razor-sharp lyric. This isn't just a concert; it's a cultural uprising where valid IDs are your only lifeline to an unforgettable experience. Miss it, and you’ll be left scrolling through envy-inducing stories wondering why you ever thought staying in was a good idea.

Clear your calendar and dust off your coolest vintage band tee, because feeble little horse is galloping into town and they’re bringing their lo-fi charm straight to your soul. Dive headfirst into the sonic tapestry of jangly riffs and heartfelt lyrics that feel like a secret handshake with your inner indie kid. With doors swinging open at 6:30 PM, you’ll want to be front and center when Snuggle warms up the stage, setting the scene for what’s bound to be one of those "I was there" moments. And hey, if accessibility is on your checklist, Metro's got your back—just remember to hit them up two weeks ahead. Nab those tickets ASAP through Metro’s site, because trust us, the only thing more painful than missing this gig is realizing you bought a counterfeit stub. So rally your crew, because this is one show that promises to turn even the most stoic wallflower into a dance floor aficionado.

Cancel your plans and prepare your eardrums for a sonic baptism, because this lineup is a volcanic eruption of raw, unapologetic energy that will shake your very core. Eyehategod is set to unleash their sludge metal fury, a cathartic release that feels like a primal scream therapy session in the middle of a hurricane. BL'ast! will pummel you with their breakneck hardcore punk that hits harder than your worst hangover. Luicidal channels the untamed spirit of Suicidal Tendencies with a groove that’ll have you thrashing like it's a lost weekend in Venice Beach circa '83. Cavity's doom-laden riffs will swallow you whole, leaving you blissfully lost in their abyss. And don't sleep on Evil Army—they're the thrash tornado that’ll make you believe in the power of relentless speed. This is the night your tinnitus will thank you for. Miss it at your own peril.

If your playlist needs a shot of adrenaline and your weekend lacks the thrill of reckless spontaneity, look no further than The Dead Bolts with Cab Ellis. This Chicago six-piece is the embodiment of gritty rock ‘n’ roll spirit, the kind you’d expect from a band that built their legacy in sold-out dives and cramped SUV tours. Imagine the raw intensity of Fontaines D.C. colliding with the anthemic allure of early Kings of Leon—if that doesn’t pique your interest, I’m not sure what will. With their third record on the horizon, The Dead Bolts are primed to grab 2023 by the horns, and their live show is your front-row ticket to the ride. Catch them now before the rest of the world wakes up and you’re left saying you only heard about them when they were cool.

In the swirling nexus of alt-nostalgia and futuristic flair, Beck's Ride Lonesome Tour is the sonic odyssey we didn’t know we were craving. It’s like your favorite thrift store: unexpected treasures and timeless classics unearthed in every corner. Beck, the chameleon of cool, is weaving a tapestry of sound that nods to Odelay-era grooves while winking at the avant-garde. This is a chance to catch the maestro in an intimate setting before he shape-shifts once again. The Auditorium Theatre is your portal to a night where genres blur, and the echoes of indie brilliance will ring in your ears long after the final encore. Don't sleep on this one, or risk being that person who only hears about it secondhand.

Prepare your coolest tote bag for the Late Checkout Tour 2026 with Karina Rykman, where the vibes are as electric as her bass grooves. Think of this as your golden ticket to an exclusive sonic playground where the dance pit is your canvas and you're the brush. Garcia's is all about the experience, with its ADA-compliant spaces ensuring everyone can vibe comfortably. Whether you're snagging a Premium Table spot for that up-close-and-personal feel or chilling in a Private Booth with your tight-knit crew, you're in for a night where table service and community intersect in the most intimate way. And for those who thrive on serendipity and spontaneity, the General Admission area offers a bird's-eye view with the promise of new friends and easy access to craft cocktails. This is not your average gig—it's a full-tilt, no-holds-barred musical escapade that guarantees you'll leave with stories worth bragging about. Get ready to experience live music in a way that makes even your inner cynic crack a smile.