Reggies Rock Club

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.

Clear your calendars and prep your eardrums because Acid Mothers Temple, Magick Potion, and Spiral Galaxy are about to take you on a cosmic journey that'll make your Spotify playlists feel like elevator music. The legendary psych wizards of Acid Mothers Temple are back, ready to melt faces and minds with their signature space rock odyssey. Magick Potion will charm you with their ethereal vibes, blending dream pop and surrealist lyrics that float like a cloud of incense in a Brooklyn loft. And just when you think you’ve caught your breath, Spiral Galaxy will sweep you into another dimension with their transcendental synth waves. This is not just a gig; it's an intergalactic pilgrimage. So, dust off your vintage band tee and grab your most mystical friend—because missing this would be a tragedy of cosmic proportions.

When the indie pantheon convenes, it's best not to ignore the divine summons. Oso Oso is headlining a celestial convergence that promises to shake your existential ennui right out of those thrifted Doc Martens. Frontman Jade Lilitri has been crafting emo anthems that feel like secret love letters you want to scream-sob in your bedroom, but you'll settle for belting them out in a crowd that just gets it. Joining the pilgrimage are Leisure Hour, whose jangly guitar reveries feel like a sun-drenched daydream in a lo-fi cassette loop, and Bad Luck, the punk duo that'll make you reconsider what you thought you knew about DIY grit. This lineup is like a rare vinyl pressing—limited, essential, and soon to be mythologized. Miss it, and the FOMO will haunt your Instagram feed for weeks.

Isabel LaRosa is about to redefine your idea of nocturnal bliss with a soundscape that feels like slipping into a velvet dream. This is the gig where synthpop meets shoegaze in a cosmic collision that's both intimate and electrifying. Imagine the sonic lovechild of Beach House and Chromatics serenading you in a dimly lit basement with a neon glow. Her ethereal vocals will wrap around you like a well-worn leather jacket while the beats pulse through your veins like the most euphoric heartbeat. Miss this, and you'll only hear echoes of what could've been the night you fell in love with music all over again. So, grab your coolest crew and make your way to the front—this is where legends are born.

This Friday, dive headfirst into an auditory kaleidoscope as The Brokes and St. Marlboro take over a hidden Bushwick loft that’s more secret than your favorite vintage store’s basement. The Brokes, notorious for turning heartbreak into a head-bobbing, soul-soaring experience, will flood the space with their signature brand of jangly riffs and lyrical introspection, reminiscent of a late-night journal entry set to music. St. Marlboro, the enigmatic synthpop enigma, will follow, shrouded in mystery and neon smoke, delivering beats that feel like your coolest fever dream. This night promises the kind of electric synergy between crowd and performer that you’ll only truly understand when your Doc Martens are scuffed and your ears are ringing from the encore. Trust us, ditch the Netflix queue and embrace the chaos—you’ll thank us when you're gloating over the setlist you snagged.

Clear your Saturday night and dust off your coolest vintage band tee because this lineup is a deep cut wet dream. Forbidden, Heathen, Void, and Idol Throne are about to turn your ennui into euphoria. Picture this: the raw energy of Forbidden’s guitar riffs that feel like a love letter to dystopian chaos, welded to Heathen’s hypnotic rhythms that would make even the most stoic nod in approval. Void will melt your face with their relentless sonic storms, while Idol Throne will have you questioning your reality with synths so ethereal you'll think you're living inside a hazy David Lynch movie. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for those in the know. If you're not there, did you even exist?