Paul Banks (DJ Set)

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.

Brace yourself for a seismic shift in your sonic landscape as FilipinX storms the stage at Outset, the venue where myths are born and legends are made. This isn't just another gig; it's a rite of passage for the culturally curious. Imagine the DIY spirit of a zine-making basement show colliding with the polished chaos of a synth-fueled dreamscape. FilipinX, with their genre-bending alchemy, will take you on a journey that defies both borders and boredom. Bring your ID and leave your cynicism at home—this is your ticket to the indie event of the year. Remember, there's no re-entry, so make sure you stay until the last note reverberates through your very soul. FOMO? More like FOCO: Fear of Coming Out—because once you do, there's no turning back.

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.

Ready to dive into the sonic abyss and come out the other side? Wind Walkers are storming through with their "I Don't Belong Here" tour, a cathartic explosion of sound that's your ticket to transcendence—or at least a really good Thursday night. With the raw energy of If Not For Me and the introspective vibes of True North, this lineup is the perfect trifecta to obliterate your ennui. Catch them at the Bottom Lounge before the scalpers do—because no one wants to be that person regretting they missed the gig that everyone will be talking about next week. Tickets drop June 10th, and trust us, waiting won't be an option. Prepare to be part of the night where belonging is overrated, and getting lost in the music is the only destination.

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.

If you've ever wanted to see the sonic equivalent of a lunar eclipse, Failure is about to make your nightlife calendar cosmic. This isn't just a band; it's a celestial collision of grunge and space rock that will leave your ears orbiting another galaxy. Since their 90s inception, Failure has been the cult secret whispered in the dimly lit corridors of indie cred. Their live shows are the stuff of legend—think atmospheric soundscapes that could soundtrack David Lynch's dreams. Prepare for a setlist that will haunt you in the best way possible, oscillating between ethereal and earth-shattering. Your coolest friend will be there, nodding knowingly in the corner, and you should be too. Catch them before they dip back into the interstellar shadows, leaving you wishing you'd paid attention to the stars.

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.

Forget your Friday night routine of scrolling through your ex’s Spotify playlists—this is the sonic pilgrimage your cool card's been waiting for. Nestled in the grungiest nook of our beloved concrete jungle, Prince of Eden is set to conjure an ethereal storm with their lush, psychedelic soundscapes that hit like a lucid dream. Sharing the stage is Nolen Durham, whose guitar riffs could slice through even the thickest of ennui, while Damon Groen’s synth wizardry promises to transform the venue into a kaleidoscopic haven. This trifecta of indie brilliance is the reason you’ll risk waking up with Saturday morning tinnitus and a phone full of blurry, envy-inducing Instagram stories. Don’t say we didn’t warn you when your friends start texting, “where you at?” and the only reply you’ll need is a ticket stub to prove you were there before it was cool.

If your weekend plans don't already include Matt Sandelin's album release show, you might want to reconsider your life choices. The air will be thick with the scent of anthemic indie nostalgia and a tantalizing hint of what's next. Secret Menu is serving up their signature sonic feast—expect shimmering guitars and lo-fi dreams you didn't know you had. And don't sleep on Exit 122; they're the band your cooler-than-you friend keeps name-dropping. Doors at 7, but get there early to snag a spot at the front because you'll want to be close enough to see the sweat and feel the magic. Pack your ID and your best ironic T-shirt—21 and over only, because some things are just too good for the kids.

When the neon lights flicker on and the clock strikes ten, the night will be anything but ordinary at Format. Dive into a sonic tapestry where Tokyo’s techno maestro, Wata Igarashi, promises to obliterate your eardrums in the best possible way. Brenda, the enigmatic darling of underground electronic, will weave synths so ethereal they might just lift you off the sticky floor. And Shanti, the genre-defying wunderkind, will tie it all together with beats that straddle the line between chaos and clarity. This isn’t just a show; it’s an odyssey into the pulsating heart of the indie zeitgeist. Don't let your FOMO haunt you—be there, or spend your weekend scrolling Instagram, wondering why you missed the night everyone else is still talking about.

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.

Forget everything you thought you knew about DJ sets because Paul Banks is about to redefine your Friday night. When the Interpol frontman isn't melting faces with his iconic post-punk riffs, he's slipping behind the decks to weave an electrifying mix that’s as enigmatic as his lyrics. Picture this: a dimly lit basement pulsing with the kind of energy that makes you abandon your carefully curated ennui at the door. Banks will be spinning an intoxicating blend of deep cuts and unexpected bangers that will make even the most jaded scene veteran nod in approval. Think darkwave, think industrial, think about the fact that you'll never get to tell anyone you were there if you miss it. This is the night your FOMO becomes your best friend, and for once, that’s a good thing.

Clear your weekend plans and grab your most ironic band tee, because INOHA is about to set Metro on fire with the kind of set indie kids dream about. This isn't just a gig; it's an all-ages pilgrimage to the heart of the scene where legends are born and mixtape memories are made. Doors swing open at 5:30 PM, but trust me—you'll want to be first in line, rubbing elbows with the sort of people who claim to have seen Arcade Fire play their cousin's basement before they blew up.

Joining the eargasmic ensemble, Capital Soirée will be dishing out their signature soundscapes that feel like a synthy hug from your favorite stranger, while Pretoria promises to imbue the night with their infectious rhythms that toe the line between your latest playlist obsession and an undiscovered gem.

And because we care—like any self-respecting indie oracle should—if you need special accommodations, Metro's got you covered. But act fast, because tickets are hotter than a vinyl pressing of your favorite album. Forget the sketchy resale sites; go straight to Metro's website to secure your spot at what promises to be the gig your future self will brag about. See you in the front row.

Ever find yourself yearning for a sonic baptism? Look no further than Holywatr's Deo Gratias Tour, where the alt-indie apostles are set to turn Metro Chicago into a cathedral of sound. Get there early to catch mercury in their alchemical glory, transmuting vibes like only they can. Doors swing open at 6:00 PM, and yes, it’s all ages, because everyone deserves a taste of musical salvation.

If you're not just a congregant but a true disciple of the scene, the Procession Pass is your ticket to enlightenment. We're talking early access to merch, a signed laminate to flex on your Instagram, and the kind of exclusive indulgence that'd make even the most stoic hipster grin. Oh, and did we mention an acoustic set plus a Q&A that'll let you peek behind the veil of Holywatr’s enigmatic aura? It’s basically the backstage pass to indie heaven.

Tickets are sacred relics—grab yours directly from Metro's site. This isn't just another gig; it's your indie rite of passage. Miss it, and you might just have to repent.

Get ready to crawl out of your ironic ennui and into the visceral vortex that is PeelingFlesh, the latest must-see band that's turning basements into temples of sound. With the raw energy of a garage punk apocalypse, they're set to detonate the stage at Metro Chicago alongside sonic co-conspirators Gridiron, Outta Pocket, Grounds for Assault, and Spent Case. This is more than just a gig; it's a rite of passage for the indie elite with an 18+ badge of honor. Show up, show ID, and show off your knack for discovering the next big thing before it gets too mainstream. If you miss this, you might as well trade in your vintage vinyl for whatever Spotify's algorithm is pushing this week. Secure your spot in the crowd and prepare for a night that’s sure to leave your ears ringing and your soul singing.

Clear your weekend calendar and prepare for a sonic pilgrimage that promises to make even your most obscure vinyl collection blush. This Friday, the underground maestros of post-punk chaos, DAMAG3, are teaming up with the cerebral provocateurs of Film and Gender and the ethereal melodies of Connor Cristi for an 18+ event that defies both genre and gravity. Imagine a night where your favorite cult classics meet avant-garde art school dreams, set to a soundtrack that flirts with the line between nostalgic and futuristic.

DAMAG3 will kick off the night with their trademark blend of frenetic riffs and hypnotic basslines, perfect for losing yourself in a mosh pit of existential bliss. Film and Gender will follow, serving up a cerebral smorgasbord of sound that deconstructs everything you thought you knew about music, gender, and maybe even yourself. Closing the evening is Connor Cristi, whose synth-laden soundscapes will transport you to a dreamier, synthpop-infused dimension that feels like the climax of the best John Hughes movie never made.

This is the kind of night that makes you wish you could bottle the moment and save it for when the world's edges feel too sharp. So, put on your most ironic band tee, grab your coolest crew, and brace yourself for an auditory adventure that could make even the most jaded scenester swoon. If you're not there, expect to be haunted by the ghost of FOMO every time you scroll your feed this weekend.

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.

Dive headfirst into the sonic tapestry of the underground with a night that promises to be anything but ordinary. Your Thursday evening plans just got a seismic upgrade courtesy of Holy Joke, whose post-punk anthems are like a secret handshake for the musically enlightened. Good Morning Midnight will serenade you with their lo-fi lullabies that hit like a warm cup of coffee on a rainy day. Jung-Min Noh, carving a niche in the neo-soul universe, will wrap you in a soundscape that's as smooth as it is electrifying. And don't sleep on Diner Girll, the bedroom pop phenom serving up melodies as sweet and sticky as a late-night waffle stack. This is the gig your cool friends will be talking about next week while they sip overpriced cold brew and scroll Instagram. Doors at 7:30. Don’t be the one who missed it.

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.

If you’ve been loitering on the fringes of the indie zeitgeist, twiddling your thumbs in anticipation of the next sonic revelation, consider your social calendar blessed. Capacity X Hidden Ideas is the only fusion you need to experience this season, with the alchemical genius of Umru + EQ set to detonate your earbuds and rearrange your auditory molecules. Outset—the hallowed ground of standing-room-only devotion—is where you’ll find your new religion, an all-ages sanctuary where re-entry is as obsolete as last year’s TikTok trends. Bring your coolest dance moves and your most daring outfit, because who knows, this might just be the night you stop being a spectator and start living your own indie mythos.

When your evening plans consist of doom-scrolling and pretending to binge another true crime doc you swear you'll remember, let me stop you right there. Tonight is all about the sonic alchemy at the heart of the underground. Dive headfirst into the soundscape with Julia Minkin, who weaves raw emotion like a loom in overdrive, seamlessly blending into your subconscious. Follow that up with Seasaw, whose harmonies are the equivalent of a lucid dream you never want to wake up from, and then get ready to have your heartstrings tugged by Jane Hobson, whose lyrics cut deeper than your latest existential crisis. This trifecta of talent is what your soul's been craving—intimate yet expansive, the kind of lineup that reminds you why you fell in love with music in the first place. Doors at 7:30 PM. Bring your ID and your best game face—this is where the stories you'll tell next weekend are born.

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.

Get ready to resurrect your inner punk spirit as Rocket From The Crypt crash lands into Chicago with their Scream, Frankenstein, Scream! Tour 2026. This isn't just another gig—it's a sonic exorcism for the soul, a pyrotechnic explosion of horns and howls that'll leave even the most stoic of hipsters breathless. These legends are known for turning every venue into a carnival of chaos, and with support from emo torchbearers The Get Up Kids, your nostalgia circuits are going to be firing on all cylinders. Doors creak open at 7:30 PM, but be warned: this is strictly an 18+ scene, so leave the kiddos at home with your Smiths collection. Flash your ID at the door like it's a backstage pass to the best damn night of your life. And if you’re worried about accessibility, fear not—Metro's got you covered. Snag your tickets from the source and ensure your entry, because nothing says FOMO like getting ghosted by a third-party seller. Your future self will thank you for showing up to what promises to be an electrifying night of sweat, swagger, and sonic salvation.