When the clock strikes midnight, reality blurs into a kaleidoscope of bass-heavy beats and neon dreams as AC Slater takes center stage. This is a night where the underground pulses with the energy of tomorrow, a sonic journey crafted by the kingpin of Night Bass himself. If you’re looking for a party that will leave your eardrums tingling and your feet sore, this is it. Imagine sweat-drenched walls reverberating with the echoes of an uncontainable crowd, every drop and snare hitting like a secret handshake among the elite. It’s the kind of night that turns strangers into co-conspirators and leaves you boasting to your friends about the time you got lost in the groove of something legendary. Grab your tickets, rally your crew—this isn’t just another night out, it’s the stuff of subcultural legend.
If you haven't yet floated in the sonic ether of Fantastic Cat, consider this your cosmic nudge. These feline aficionados are back to purr their way into your indie-obsessed heart with a live set that's a kaleidoscope of sound, swirling somewhere between a 2 a.m. rooftop reverie and your most transcendental shoegaze dream. With doors creaking open at 6 p.m., this is your golden ticket to experience the band that whispers the secrets of the universe over reverb-drenched guitars and synth lines that glisten like city lights on rain-soaked asphalt. Snag your spot in advance for $30, unless you're too cool to plan ahead and are willing to risk that $5 walk-up fee. This is the show your future self will thank you for attending, so leave your ennui at home—Fantastic Cat is the antidote to your existential dread.
Get ready to shed those ironic detachment layers because Bleachers is about to kick your ennui to the curb. Jack Antonoff's sonic brainchild is rolling into town like a high-speed train packed with nostalgia and synth-soaked anthems that could make even the most cynical hipster croon along. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage. Whether you're a basement show purist or someone who swears by their vinyl collection like it's 1993, Bleachers promises a night of gritty euphoria and cathartic sing-alongs. You’ll find yourself drenched in neon lights and feels, with tracks that resonate like your favorite coming-of-age movie soundtrack—and trust us, you’ll want to stay till the very last encore. Miss this and risk being the one who "almost" saw history in the making.
Famous Friend + Floats + Camp Blu + Darksoft
Get ready to dive deep into the sonic rabbit hole at Teragram Ballroom as Famous Friend, Floats, Camp Blu, and Darksoft come together for a night that promises to break all the indie rules you thought you knew. It's a lineup curated for those who consider themselves part-time philosophers and full-time vibers, with Famous Friend's jangly anthems making you question the very fabric of reality, only for Floats to melt it all away with their surreal synth landscapes. Camp Blu will take your heart on a camping trip through nostalgia-soaked melodies, while Darksoft's brooding beats promise to lay waste to any lingering ennui. And just when you think you've reached peak transcendence, DJ Travis Holcombe will spin you into a new dimension where the past and future fuse on the dance floor. This isn't just a concert; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. $22 is all it takes to abandon your aloofness and join the indie congregation. Be there or forever scroll Instagram in regret.
If your plans this weekend include questioning the meaning of existence while wrapped in the cozy chaos of jangly guitars and existential lyricism, then forget everything else on your calendar. Teen Suicide is descending upon the Echoplex, and you need to be there. This isn't just another gig; it's a sonic catharsis that promises to rattle the very foundation of your indie soul. With their raw blend of lo-fi angst and hauntingly beautiful noise, Teen Suicide will remind you why your heart aches for the basement shows and secret sessions that pulse through the veins of the underground. So, dig out your threadbare band tee, grab a PBR, and make your way to 1154 Glendale Blvd. This is where the cool kids will be—don’t be the one who only hears about it the next day.
South Central Skankers w/Trinidad SC, Barrio Rudo & More! (18+)
Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic mosh pit of ska-punk euphoria as South Central Skankers take over the scene with their infectious brass and unabashed energy. This isn't just a gig—it's an electric baptism of sweat and skank, with Trinidad SC adding a dose of sun-soaked groove that'll have you dancing like it's your last rooftop party before winter hits. Barrio Rudo brings the grit and fire, offering up a sound so raw it'll make your garage band days feel like child's play. This is your chance to immerse yourself in the kind of musical chaos that turns casual listeners into lifelong devotees. Roll up your sleeves, lace up your Docs, and prepare for a night that'll be talked about in the annals of indie lore. Miss it, and risk being that person who only hears about it the next day through a flurry of envy-inducing Instagram stories. 18+ only—because this kind of magic is reserved for those who truly get it.
Kings & Constables | Homebase | Blindspot | Fallow Days
Clear your calendar and lace up your thrifted Docs because the gig of the season is about to detonate your weekend plans. Picture this: Kings & Constables, those orchestral indie darlings with a penchant for turning your heartstrings into a full-fledged symphony, are teaming up with Homebase, the post-punk revivalists who make angular guitar riffs feel like a caffeine jolt straight to the soul. But wait, there's more. Blindspot is bringing their synth-laden dreams to life, conjuring soundscapes that could make even the most stoic synthpop skeptic sway. And don't sleep on Fallow Days—these shoegaze wizards are ready to wrap you in a wall of sound so lush, you'll forget what century you're in. It's an auditory odyssey, a sonic showcase, the kind of event that makes "I was there" selfies worth the pixels. Catch it before it becomes the stuff of legend.
Slopdogs W/ 4x4 Animal Style, Hardcover, John Herrin
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic mosh pit of your dreams because Slopdogs are about to crash-land at your favorite sticky-floored dive. If you haven’t already been enchanted by their anarchic fusion of garage rock and post-punk chaos, now’s your chance to get on the hype train before it leaves the station. Sharing the stage are 4x4 Animal Style, who somehow make skronky guitars sound like a religious experience, and Hardcover, the band your favorite band secretly wishes they were in. And just when you thought it couldn’t get any better, John Herrin’s solo set will wrap around your eardrums like the comfiest thrift store sweater. This lineup is hotter than a Brooklyn rooftop in July, so grab your coolest vintage tee and come prepared to sweat it out with the scene’s finest misfits. This is the kind of night you'll brag about to your grandkids—or at least on next week’s podcast.
Is your playlist stuck in 2019? Time to reboot your sonic life with a night of euphoric escapism at Rosetopia, the ultimate sonic shindig hosted by The Rose. This isn't just another gig—it's an immersive odyssey through soundscapes that echo like a love letter to the indie zeitgeist. Think lush, dreamy melodies weaving through your mind like neon threads in a tapestry of starry-eyed nostalgia. The Rose will guide you through their labyrinth of lush harmonies and addictive hooks, all while you lose yourself in the ambient glow of their DIY-meets-dystopian stage aesthetic. It's like if Wes Anderson directed a concert in a synthpop galaxy far, far away. Whether you're a shoegaze aficionado or a synthpop savant, Rosetopia is the event of the season you'll be kicking yourself for missing as soon as the first chord hits. Grab a ticket, grab a friend, and prepare to dive headfirst into the carousel of cool you've been craving. This is your backstage pass to the edge of the music universe.
Infosys Theater at Madison Square Garden
Ready to break out of your algorithm-induced musical malaise? Enter Synthony, the sonic alchemists turning the indie scene on its head with a symphonic synthpop spectacle that defies the usual BPM boundaries. Picture this: a smoky, neon-drenched basement where analog meets digital, and where every heartbeat syncs with a pulsating synth line. Whether you're a shoegaze stalwart or a synthwave savant, this 16+ gig is your next pilgrimage. Expect mind-melting visuals, beats that blur the line between organic and otherworldly, and a crowd that knows the difference between 'I was there' and 'you had to be there.' Leave your jaded self at the door—Synthony is here to remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place.
Cabeza De Chivo 'In the Round' with Vatos Tristes and Eva Maria (DJ Set)
If your weekend plans don't involve the sonic kaleidoscope that is Cabeza De Chivo 'In the Round,' then it's time to reconsider your social calendar. Hailing from the depths of Chicago's vibrant underbelly, this psychotropical force spins rhythms so infectious they could make even the most stoic wax figure shimmy. Their seamless fusion of guitar, bass, and organ takes you on a blissful auditory trip, layering melodic riffs over beats that demand you surrender to the dance floor. Flanking the night are Vatos Tristes, wielding melancholic melodies that'll tug at your heartstrings and inspire your most introspective sway, and a DJ set from Eva Maria that promises to weave an eclectic spell from behind the decks. It's the kind of night that makes you forget about your ex, your rent, and the existential dread of Sunday scaries. Miss it and risk being haunted by what-could-have-beens and the whispers of those who were there.
Elemantra, Cartoon Graveyard, Retina Sky
Clear your calendar and dust off your vintage band tee, because tomorrow night at The Velvet Underground East, the indie cosmos aligns. Elemantra, Cartoon Graveyard, and Retina Sky are set to collide in a sonic supernova that even your cool older cousin who saw Sonic Youth play a basement show in '88 would scramble to witness. Elemantra's math rock-infused dreamscapes will transport you to a parallel universe where time signatures are as unpredictable as your ex's mixtapes. Following that, Cartoon Graveyard will resurrect your inner emo with hauntingly melodic dirges that feel like a warm hug from a ghost of your teenage angst. Retina Sky will close out the night, drenching the room in shimmering synthpop waves that might just have you dancing like nobody’s filming for TikTok. If you miss this triple threat of transcendent tunes, you’ll be left scrolling Instagram while everyone else is basking in the afterglow, swapping stories and setlists like they’re trading rare vinyl. So grab your crew, hydrate, and prepare to have your existential ennui sonically obliterated.
Clear your calendar and call your coolest crew because Flamingosis is swooping into town with beats so fresh they'll make your vinyl collection jealous. Teaming up with Shrimpnose, the night promises a sonic journey that’s one part chillwave, two parts future-funk magic. Imagine a B-side party where Flying Lotus and J Dilla swap secrets over cocktails while Toro y Moi DJs in the corner. Flamingosis’s groove-laden melodies will have you vibing like it’s an endless sunset on a kaleidoscope horizon. Meanwhile, Shrimpnose will be weaving his glitch-hop alchemy, crafting textured soundscapes that tickle your neurons just right. This is the kind of gig where you don’t just hear the music—you feel it in your bones, and trust me, your soul will thank you tomorrow. Bring your most obscure band tee and a readiness to dance like no one's watching—because even if they are, they'll be too busy wishing they were you.
Carry the Day with Silent Vice & Don't You Dare
Clear your calendar and prep your ears, because the Moroccan Lounge is about to explode with a lineup that’s like finding a first press at your favorite record store. Headlining the night is Carry the Day, the indie darlings who weave emotional turbulence into their jangly guitar riffs as effortlessly as Frank Ocean crafts heartbreak into melody. If that’s not enough to get you there early, Silent Vice is set to flood the room with their darkwave synths that make you feel like you’re in a John Hughes movie scored by Trent Reznor. Kicking things off is Don't You Dare, whose post-punk energy hits harder than your third espresso shot at 10 p.m. This is the kind of night that reminds you why you fell in love with live music in the first place—intimate, raw, and absolutely unmissable. Secure your spot in advance or risk the agony of scrolling past the inevitable flood of envy-inducing Instagram stories.
Gov Ball After Dark: Wisp - Presented By NÜTRL
When the sun dips below the skyline and the main acts of Governors Ball have left their final encore hanging in the humid New York air, there's only one place the night owls and the musically obsessed will be: Gov Ball After Dark with Wisp. Presented by the avant-garde purveyors of cool, NÜTRL, this after-hours playground is where the real magic happens. Wisp, the enigmatic shapeshifters of sound, will take you on a late-night odyssey through synth-laden landscapes and dreamy soundscapes that feel like a lucid dream. Rumor has it, After will join them, their brooding beats the stuff of whispered legends and Reddit threads. As you approach those doors at 10 pm, $40 feels like a secret handshake into a world where the bass is an unspoken promise and every synth wave washes over you like a shared secret. Miss this, and you might just miss the afterparty of your dreams.
Gov Ball After Dark – Confidence Man DJ SET
When the sun dips behind the skyline and the Gov Ball masses retreat, that's when the real magic unfurls. Tucked away in a clandestine corner of the city that only the in-the-know dare to venture, Confidence Man is set to flip the script with a DJ set that promises to be the stuff of indie legend. Imagine: a night where pulsating beats and infectious grooves blur the lines between high-energy euphoria and cheeky irreverence. The duo, known for their audacious live shows and unyielding commitment to keeping dance floors electric, will transform the after-dark scene into a kaleidoscope of sound. This isn't just a DJ set; it's a rite of passage for those who thrive on the kind of nightlife that might just end up in a song about lost weekends and found friends. Miss this, and you might just miss the moment everyone will be talking about until the next underground escapade. Get ready to lose yourself and find your people—if you know, you know.
When the cosmos aligned in the basement of that unmarked Bushwick loft, LUCA BERTEA, JORDO, and CONTRACTOR conjured the kind of sonic trifecta that could make even the most seasoned scenester ditch their Netflix queue. LUCA BERTEA, the enigmatic maestro of melancholic synths, will take you on a dream-pop odyssey that feels like a 3 a.m. subway ride through your own nostalgia. Meanwhile, JORDO's beats are what would happen if James Blake and a glitchy Game Boy had a lovechild—unexpectedly raw yet hauntingly familiar. And then there's CONTRACTOR, the audacious duo who redefine what it means to be lo-fi legends with riffs sharp enough to cut through the thickest of ennui. This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into the next echelon of indie cool. So dust off your Docs, throw on that thrift-store jacket, and prepare for a night that will make you wonder why you ever settled for Spotify's Discover Weekly. Missing this would be like skipping the next Velvet Underground before they became icons. You've been warned.
Gov Ball After Dark: Villanelle - Presented By NÜTRL
So you think you've seen it all? Think again. Gov Ball After Dark is about to rewrite your nightlife narrative, and Villanelle is holding the pen—no, the mic. Presented by the effortlessly cool NÜTRL, this midnight rendezvous is where sonic alchemy meets the gritty allure of the city's after-hours. Bec Lauder and the Noise are set to kick things off with their kaleidoscopic riffs that melt into your spine, prepping you for the main course: Villanelle. Trust me, their sound is like nothing you've heard before—imagine if dream-pop hooked up with post-punk at a neon-lit dive bar. It's raw, it's transcendent, and it's the kind of gig that'll make your Spotify playlist feel like elevator music. At just $15 a pop, it's cheaper than your oat milk latte addiction, and tastier than any overpriced cocktail. Don't let your weekend slip into the abyss of the same-ol'; get your ticket, grab your coolest jacket, and prepare to witness the night unfold into a living, breathing playlist of the underground's finest.
Get ready to journey down the rabbit hole as Beyond Wonderland twists and turns their way through an audial dreamscape, every beat a breadcrumb leading you deeper into the thicket of their sound. This isn't just your typical indie show—it's a sonic adventure stitched together with ethereal synth, heavy-hitting bass notes, and a drumbeat that pulses like the heart of the scene itself. If you've been pining for a gig that's less garage band and more Lewis Carroll meets Tame Impala, this is your moment. Take a break from your obscure vinyl collection and Russian Film Theory podcasts, and emerge into the wild ambience of Beyond Wonderland. Just a heads up, this is not a show for the faint of heart or those who prefer their tunes served lukewarm. Beyond Wonderland is a Pandora's box of sound that, once opened, refuses to be contained. So if you're tired of the same ol' wave forms and need a dose of undiluted, untamed indie goodness, then strap in. It's time to go Beyond.
Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island
When Beyond Wonderland Chicago unleashes its sonic kaleidoscope this weekend, don't be the one squinting at Instagram stories wondering why you're not there. Picture this: an intergalactic carnival where synths shimmer like distant stars and guitars crash like a meteor shower. It's a place where the lines between reality and reverie blur, and you're just as likely to find a pop-up vegan taco stand as you are a spontaneous jam session in the parking lot. With a lineup curated by the cool kid's cool kids, expect everything from ethereal dreamscapes to basement-worthy bangers that make your heart race like it's the last set at your favorite dive bar. Beyond Wonderland isn't just a festival; it's a full-blown plunge into a world where music reigns supreme and the unexpected is your only itinerary. So, ask yourself: do you really want to read about it, or do you want to live it?
Happy Wife is rolling through town, and if you haven't caught their live set yet, you're basically living under a rock—or, worse, stuck at a mainstream venue. This is the kind of gig where the air practically crackles with the energy of a crowd that knows they're witnessing something special. These purveyors of lo-fi dreamscapes weave together shimmering guitar riffs and ethereal vocals with the kind of ease that makes you wonder if they were born holding instruments. Their latest EP has the blogosphere buzzing louder than a swarm of bees at a synthpop picnic, and their shows are a living testament to why. Expect a night of transcendental soundscapes, curated with the meticulousness of a vinyl collector's wet dream, set against the backdrop of the coziest basement venue the scene has to offer. If you're not there, prepare to endure endless tales from your friends about the show that was too cool to be captured by your smartphone. This is your chance to soak in the sonic vibes that move from introspective whispers to crescendos that hit you like a revelation. Don't sleep on Happy Wife, because once they blow up, you'll want to say you were there when it all happened.
Clear your calendar, because Of The Trees is about to turn the local dive into a verdant wonderland with their latest aural journey, Park Service. For those in the know, this isn’t just another gig—it's a rite of passage. Expect a soundscape where haunting shoegaze riffs entwine with lush, atmospheric synths, crafting an experience that's equal parts escapism and introspection. It's music designed for those moments when the late-night fog blurs city lights into watercolor dreams. If your Instagram story has been lacking that perfect blend of mystery and magic, this is your chance to fill it with more aesthetic than a Tame Impala album cover. And rumor has it, they'll be debuting a track that's been whispered about in hushed tones at every afterparty from Bushwick to Echo Park. This isn't just a show, it's the night everyone will be raving about in their group chats tomorrow. Don't sleep on it—unless you want to wake up to some serious FOMO.
Capital One City Parks Foundation SummerStage
69th St at 5th Ave Entrance / Rumsey Playfield,
Clear your calendar and cancel that ironic knitting club meeting because the mekons are gracing the stage with their eternally defiant presence, and it's a spectacle you can't afford to miss. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage to the altar of punk-infused wisdom and raw energy that only a band with 40+ years of sonic rebellion can deliver. Snagging a spot at this early show is like getting a golden ticket to the raucous pages of music history, where alt-country, post-punk, and everything in-between collide in an anarchic symphony. As the doors creak open at 6 PM, prepare to be swept into a maelstrom of gritty guitars and the kind of lyrical genius that only comes from decades of rattling the establishment. It's $50 to witness these legendary renegades tear through the fabric of convention—worth every penny to ensure your cool cred remains untarnished. So, grab your tickets, don your most ironic band tee, and prepare to have your jaded heart cracked wide open.
If you’re looking for a sonic baptism that’ll cleanse your jaded soul and catapult you into the indie stratosphere, Project 91's latest spectacle featuring Twinsick is your golden ticket. Think of a sound that’s like if The Strokes and Tame Impala had a synthy lovechild raised on a strict diet of lo-fi beats and existential dread. Twinsick is set to detonate the stage with their kaleidoscopic grooves and earworm hooks that stick like the best kind of summer fling. This is not just another gig—it's an initiation into a clandestine club where the bass reverberates in your bones and the energy swirls like smoke in a dimly lit basement. Expect a dancefloor communion, where every nod and sway is a silent agreement that you’re part of something bigger, something that the mundane outside world just can't touch. If you're not there, did it even happen?
West of Eden with aidenf7, Chiabiee & Sonny Zero
Get ready to redefine your Friday night plans because The Moroccan Lounge is serving up a sonic feast that’s destined to be the stuff of indie legend. West of Eden, the rising stars of atmospheric dream-pop, are headlining a lineup so stacked it’s basically a Jenga tower of pure talent. Picture this: the hazy synth vibes of aidenf7, conjuring sounds that feel like your favorite Tumblr aesthetic came to life, paired with Chiabiee’s genre-bending beats that’ll have you questioning why you ever settled for anything less. And let’s not forget Sonny Zero, who’s got enough raw energy to make even the most stoic hipster crack a smile. At just $15 a pop, it’s cheaper than your daily cold brew habit and infinitely more satisfying. Miss it, and you'll be the one scrolling through blurry Instagram stories wishing you’d been there. Seriously, get your tickets—consider this your official wake-up call from the universe.
The 415s with Socially Distorted, Fishsticks, & Super EQ
Clear your calendar and prep your coolest tote because The 415s are about to make your Spotify playlist weep with envy. This Saturday night, your favorite underground haunt is transforming into the epicenter of indie cool. The 415s, fresh off a basement tour that had whispers of a new revolution, are headlining with their signature sonic whirlpool that screams "dance now, think later." Joining them are the cleverly chaotic Socially Distorted, whose live performances are like a collision between a philosophy lecture and a punk rock riot. But wait, there's more: Fishsticks, the band that somehow makes existential crises sound like summer jams, will have you questioning life's big questions while tapping your feet. And don't sleep on Super EQ, the synthpop wizards crafting soundscapes that feel like a late-night drive through a neon-lit dream. This lineup is tighter than your best pair of vintage jeans, offering a night of transcendent tunes and palpable vibes. Grab your most ironic band tee, because this is one of those "you had to be there" moments. Your FOMO starts now.
Charged Noise presents: Wraith & Witchtrap
Alright, fellow nocturnal creatures of the underground, it's time to shake the dust off your leather jackets and make your way to the dark heart of sonic chaos. Charged Noise is tearing through the U.S. with their Whips, Chains, and Wildfires Tour, and trust me, this is not your run-of-the-mill riff fest. Headlining the night are metal misfits Wraith, whose ferocious energy could resurrect the ghosts of punk past, and Witchtrap, all the way from Colombia, bringing a blitzkrieg of thrash that'll leave your ears howling for more. But hold onto your beanies, because The Black Moriah and Burial Oath are set to turn The Echo into a maelstrom of heavy riffs and guttural growls that even the most seasoned metalhead would sell their soul to experience. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage. It's the kind of night that'll have you rolling home at dawn, mascara smudged and heart still racing from the raw power of it all. So, grab your coolest, darkest ensemble and hit up The Echo's socials to make sure you're not left scrolling in envy from your crumbling couch fortress while the rest of us are lost in the sonic inferno.
Clear your calendars and prep your eardrums because Wincanton is set to flood your senses with a tidal wave of sound that makes even the trendiest Sonic Youth reunion feel like a sleepy Sunday brunch. These shoegaze sorcerers have been weaving their aural tapestries in the underground scene for a minute, but this gig promises to be a full-on sonic seance. As if that’s not enough to drag you out of your loft, Cameron Davies is bringing his electro-dreamscape magic, the kind that makes your heart race and your mind wander. This isn't just a show; it's a rite of passage for anyone who knows why slowcore is life and can name-drop the latest noise-pop duo before they've even hit Bandcamp. Miss this, and be doomed to a fate of endless small talk about Spotify playlists at the next warehouse party.
Get ready to break out your most ironic band tee and get lost in the sonic kaleidoscope of vibes—Brook Davis, Picture Us Tiny, and Fleet are about to set your soul on fire this Friday night. Brook Davis will take you on an existential journey with their haunting yet ethereal shoegaze soundscapes, blending reverb-soaked guitars with lyrics that feel like reading your old LiveJournal under a full moon. Picture Us Tiny brings a refreshing twist to the synthpop scene, their beats so infectious they make the '80s blush. And just when you think you're ready to float back to reality, Fleet will sweep you off your feet with their dream-pop anthems that sound like they were written for the final scene of your favorite indie coming-of-age film. This show isn’t just a concert—it's a community, a time machine, and a revolution for your Spotify playlist all rolled into one. Miss it, and you might as well stay home and scroll through your ex’s Instagram.
In the world of crossover dreams, we never saw this one coming. This weekend, the underground scene will shimmy with a quirky radiance. Enter, Pokã¨Mon Pop-Punk Night, a sonic brew of nostalgia and frenetic energy. Expect your favorite lo-fi spaces to tremble under the weight of crunchy guitars, thundering bass, and the surprisingly punchy lyrics of Pikachu's pained soliloquies in a minor key. This ain't your little brother's Game Boy soundtrack—think more the Misfits meet Misty with a dash of Ash's angst. Jolteon jumps and Cyndaquil circle pits? Oh, it's on. Prepare for a night of Pokéballs-to-the-wall mayhem that promises to be as weirdly wonderful as it sounds.
Prepare your ears for a sonic baptism because bixby is about to make your jaded soul feel something again. This isn't just a band; it's a movement, a seismic shift in your Spotify algorithm. With riffs that hit like a caffeine rush and lyrics that read like the diary entries of a post-modern poet, bixby is the lovechild of early 2000s indie angst and futuristic synth dreams. Picture yourself swaying in a sea of vintage denim and handcrafted tattoos, where everyone's lost in the music but found in the moment. Accessibility is key here—grab that General Admission ticket and let the venue take care of you. Don’t just hear about it in a Twitter thread the next day; be there and live to tell the tale.
Clear your calendar and dust off your vintage Docs because Preciosa Night is about to set the scene ablaze. This isn't just another gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage for those in the know. When the clock strikes 9, slip through the velvet curtain of the underground and let Preciosa Night's ethereal riffs and hypnotic beats awaken your senses. A post-punk tapestry intertwined with dream-pop echoes, their sound is like a late-night drive through a neon-lit cityscape. For the 21+ crowd only, this is your chance to mingle with the musically elite and vibe to the tracks that'll be stuck in your head long after the amps cool down. Miss it, and you might just miss out on the next big whisper in indie circles.
Get ready to dive into a sonic whirlpool of pulsating beats and kaleidoscopic lights with DJ LEX at The Belasco, where standing room only means you’re front and center in the heart of the electronic euphoria. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an 18+ pilgrimage for those who wear their headphones like halos and chase sunrise with synth echoes. In a venue that’s as much a legend as the acts it hosts, you'll feel the electric hum beneath your feet, the kind that only a place steeped in music myths can offer. With a pre-show VIP lounge that promises to tantalize your taste for the exclusive at 8 PM, the doors to an unforgettable night swing open at 9. Expect the unexpected, because the line-up might shuffle like your favorite playlist on a Saturday night. Grab your crew, lace up those dancing shoes, and prepare to lose yourself in a night that guarantees even the most aloof will catch a severe case of FOMO. Don't just be there—be part of the story that everyone else will wish they were in.
NIIKO X SWAE Presents: NEXUS ft. Chalant & Informal
If you're not already planning to be at the Moroccan Lounge on June 6, consider this your wake-up call. NIIKO X SWAE are bringing their electric alchemy to the stage with NEXUS, and they're not coming alone. Chalant and Informal are set to light up the night with vibes that oscillate between deep house grooves and synth-washed dreams. This isn't just another gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous. With doors at 9:30 and early bird tickets at a tenner, you’d be remiss to miss the chance to say “I was there” before everyone else. Trust us, your future self will thank you for securing that spot on the dance floor, where beats and basslines will weave the sort of magic that only the coolest corners of the indie scene can conjure. Don't be left scrolling through stories with a serious case of FOMO—snag your ticket now and let the music do the talking.
Slide into the sonic wonderland where San Pacho and a mysterious special guest are set to blow the roof off your typical weekend plans. This 21+ event is the ultimate playground for those who know their way around a moody synth line or a bass drop that feels like a hug from the universe’s coolest uncle. Forget the mainstream hustle; this is where the real ones gather, transcending cash and paper tickets for an evening of pure digital vibes. If your idea of a good time involves bottle service, VIP sections, and the kind of electronic magic that feels like an inside joke only you and your tribe get, then this is your scene. Just remember, any ticket not blessed by TicketWeb or TIXR is basically a pumpkin. So, dust off that government-issued ID and make sure those names match, because this isn’t just an event—it’s a rite of passage into the microcosm of indie-electro enlightenment. Prepare for a night that will have you bragging on your friend's verified Substack for months.
Loud Luxury (18 and Over with Valid Government ID)
Prepare to have your socks blown off and your inner indie snob pleasantly surprised. Loud Luxury is storming into town, ready to shake up your jaded soul with beats so infectious even your meticulously curated playlist will feel a tad inadequate. This isn't just another night at your local dive bar—it's a sonic odyssey where house music meets pop sensibilities, and the only thing more electric than the duo's performance will be the crowd's collective energy. Imagine the synth-driven euphoria of a DIY synthpop collective meshed with the unabashed charisma of your favorite basement shoegaze set, and you've barely scratched the surface. Bring your valid government ID and leave your ennui at the door because this is one experience that's destined to linger longer than your latest existential crisis.
When was the last time you lost yourself in a swirl of pulsating beats and neon dreams? Showtek is about to drop the kind of night that even your most jaded, too-cool-for-anything alter ego won't want to miss. Think of it as a sonic baptism of bass that’ll leave you reborn on the dancefloor. This isn't just another night out; it's a sweat-soaked rite of passage where you and your crew can swap the same-old for bottle service that's as exclusive as a limited-release vinyl. Forget the resale traps of StubHub and Vivid Seats—this is your golden ticket to an experience that’s as legit as your government-issued ID, and just as thrilling. We’re talking about a vibe shift so palpable, you might just need to rethink everything you thought you knew about yourself. Secure your entry via TicketWeb & TIXR, and get ready to ride the wave of euphoria that only Showtek can deliver. This isn't just a show; it's the night out that your future self will constantly remind you about.
Rebelmatic | Incendiary Device | Silence Equals Death | Chemical-X | Crossed Keys | DJ SDK Sound System
This Saturday night, prepare to have your eardrums baptized in a sonic baptism that’s less “come to Jesus” and more “come to the dark side.” Rebelmatic is headlining a lineup that’s more stacked than your local record shop’s vinyl crate, turning the venue into a pulsating epicenter of raw energy and unfiltered chaos. Incendiary Device will set the stage ablaze with their fiery punk ethos, while Silence Equals Death delivers a powerful set that’s more cathartic than your latest therapy session. Chemical-X and Crossed Keys are the lethal cocktail you didn’t know you needed, blending hardcore and melodic punk in a way that makes genre purists blush. And just when you think the night can’t get any wilder, DJ SDK Sound System will be spinning tracks that’ll make even the most stoic wallflowers break into an ungodly groove. Trust us—missing this show will be your biggest regret since you skipped out on that secret set in a Bushwick basement last summer.
Day Trip feat. LP Giobbi, Julia Sandstrom, Tiffy Vera, Mini Bear
Dive into the electric pulse of the night with Day Trip, the sonic space where vibes meet velocity. This isn't just another lineup; it's a sonic odyssey featuring the groove goddess LP Giobbi, the ethereal melodies of Julia Sandstrom, the genre-bending beats of Tiffy Vera, and the future-pop pixie magic of Mini Bear. Picture yourself in a cashless utopia of beats and bass, swaying under kaleidoscopic lights, where even the walls hum to the rhythm of your heart. No StubHub mishaps here—this is an exclusive TicketWeb affair, your golden ticket to transcend the mundane. Bring your crew for VIP bottle service, because in this realm, you're not just attending a gig—you're headlining your own night of beautiful chaos. Don’t just hear about the vibe; live it, feel it, be it.
Los Angeles State Historic Park: On The Promenade
Cancel your plans and prepare to redefine your definition of cool: The Linda Lindas Mini Fest is about to serve a sonic buffet that your ears won’t forgive you for missing. Headlining the chaos are The Linda Lindas, whose defiant garage punk is the antidote to your mainstream malaise. They're pooling talent like a musical gravity vortex, pulling in the likes of Starcrawler’s glam punk theatrics and illuminati hotties’ tenderpunk anthems. Catch Surfbort pummeling you with their raw, unfiltered energy while Phranc, the original all-American Jewish lesbian folksinger, gives you a masterclass in punk folk authenticity. Trap Girl and adan diaz will be blurring genres, serving up sets so fresh they make avocados jealous. Meanwhile, Astatine and Ty Teg will mix shoegaze haze with beats so catchy they ought to be illegal. And just when you think you've experienced it all, Desert Mambas will wrap you in a synth-laden cocoon of euphoria. Oh, and did we mention this is all for a cause? A buck from every ticket goes to CHIRLA, so you can rock out with a conscience. This isn't just a fest—it's the DIY dreamscape you’ve been waiting for. Follow The Echo’s socials to stay in the loop, because FOMO is real, and it’s coming for you.
Celebration of Kathleen Rivera w/ Moonhound, Amor Prohibido, Eleanor
Clear your dance card for the Celebration of Kathleen Rivera, a night that's set to spin your ears into a blissful tizzy and give your heart some much-needed CPR. Picture this: Moonhound unleashing their ethereal soundscapes that make you feel like you're floating on a cloud of nostalgia, only to be crashed into by the neon-lit embrace of Amor Prohibido's synth-laden love notes—think Romeo and Juliet but with more sequins and better beats. And just when you think you've reached sonic nirvana, Eleanor steps in to tie it all together with a dreamy crescendo that feels like every John Hughes film's climax rolled into one. Whether you're a basement gig veteran or just looking for a sanctuary to lose yourself for an evening, this is your ticket to indie paradise. Doors swing open at 5 pm, so grab your $15 advance ticket and your coolest pair of shoes, because this is more than a gig—it's a pilgrimage.
Sandman Sleeps | Dirt Birth | Carissa Johnson
This Thursday, your ennui meets its match at a triple bill that screams "I saw them before they were headliners." Sandman Sleeps brings their dream-laden jangle pop straight from the ether, wrapping you in a haze of haunting melodies and reverberating nostalgia. Dirt Birth follows, conjuring raw, unfiltered energy with a sound that feels like your favorite garage band's cooler older sibling. And then there's Carissa Johnson, whose gritty, anthemic punk will make you forget the word "apathy" ever existed. Forget scrolling through your feed; this is where the real stories are being written.
Get ready to trade your ennui for euphoria as Laur Elle takes over the Moroccan Lounge on June 7th. If you’ve been craving a sonic odyssey that straddles the line between ethereal and electric, this is your calling card. Laur Elle, the alt-pop songstress with a knack for turning introspective lyrics into anthems, is set to mesmerize with her unmistakable voice that’s as haunting as your last late-night existential crisis. With support from Julia Campbell, whose lo-fi charm and velvet vocals are the stuff of daydreams, this isn’t just another gig—it's a full-blown auditory awakening. Doors swing open at 6:30pm, so grab your tickets now before your cooler friends do and you’re left scrolling through their stories with a severe case of FOMO. Trust us, this is where you want to be. Plus, $19 in advance? That's less than you spent on that artisanal oat milk latte. See you there, or regret it forever.
Tash Sultana's North American Tour 2026 is about to drop like a surprise mixtape at a secret Brooklyn warehouse show. Imagine volcanic guitar solos that send your soul straight to the stratosphere, all while a kaleidoscope of looped beats and ethereal vocals wraps around you like a sonic hug. It's the kind of transcendent experience that makes you question why anyone would settle for anything less than live music served raw, real, and dripping with authenticity. Tash is bringing their genre-defying magic across the continent, and each stop promises to be a euphoric pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of pure, unbridled talent. So, dust off your coolest band tee, call your crew, and prepare to lose yourself in a live tapestry of sound that's both intimate and epically expansive. Miss it, and you'll be stuck bemoaning your fate while your friends recount the night as a fever dream of musical brilliance.
This Friday, dive headfirst into the sonic rabbit hole with Sena, the genre-defying darlings set to shake the foundations of your local dive. Fresh off their latest EP—which sounds like it was recorded in an alien spaceship cruising over an 80s dystopian cityscape—Sena is taking over the stage with their signature blend of synth-soaked textures and irresistible hooks. Opening the night are QUESTA, whose electrifying live sets are known to leave audiences in a trance, and maniia, the mysterious outfit whose sound feels like a fever dream you won't want to wake up from. If you're still on the fence, remember: it's $12 in advance (that's like three overpriced lattes) to witness the next wave of indie brilliance before it blows up. Doors swing open at 8pm—don't be the one scrolling through Instagram wishing you'd been there.
Clear your calendar and dust off your best band tee because Tigers Jaw is rolling through and you won't want to miss this sonic pilgrimage. With doors at 7 p.m., prepare your heart and ears for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as that time we all tried to bring back flannel. Leading the charge are the Scranton natives turned indie darlings, Tigers Jaw, whose sound is a nostalgic hug wrapped in fresh angst—perfect for those of us still navigating the emotional labyrinth of adulthood. But the night doesn’t just stop there. Special guests Pool Kids are set to deliver their math-rock-infused emotional outpour, a cathartic journey through soundscapes that will have you questioning everything you thought you knew about indie rock. And kicking things off, Bleary Eyed will envelop the room in their dreamy haze, making you feel like you’ve stepped right into the latest A24 film. Trust us, this is one gig that will have you bragging to your friends about the time you saw them "before they were cool." Be there or forever hold your FOMO.
Colton Davies | Turtle Rock | Cereal Monogamy
This Friday, the stars align over the indie cosmos with a triad of sonic alchemy that’s set to blow your vintage Nikes clean off. Brooklyn’s own Colton Davies, the poetic prodigy, is back with his grunge-laden lullabies that feel like worn denim sounds—perfect for a late-night reverie. Joining him, Turtle Rock serves up their signature blend of ethereal shoegaze and cosmic surf rock, transporting you somewhere between a Lynchian dream and a faded Polaroid of your coolest summer. And just when you think your heartstrings couldn't be pulled tighter, Cereal Monogamy crash the stage with a synthpop explosion so infectious it might just cure your ennui. This trifecta of transcendental tunes is the stuff of legend, the kind of night that your future self will brag about to all the newbies. So, pack your ironic tote and prepare for an evening that might just redefine your taste in cool.
Gov Ball After Dark: Evening Elephants - Presented By NÜTRL
If you're craving a night that teeters on the brink of the surreal, Gov Ball After Dark is summoning the truly insomniac in us all. Enter Evening Elephants, the kind of sonic experience that feels like stumbling into a Lynchian dreamscape where synths shimmer like rain-soaked neon. Presented by NÜTRL, this late-night escapade is more than just a show; it's a pilgrimage for those who thrive on the electric buzz of the witching hour. With doors swinging open at 11pm, this isn’t just a gig—it’s the afterparty of your dreams, where the beats drop as the world falls away. So, don your finest thrifted threads, grab your crew, and prepare to be enveloped in a soundscape that’s equal parts uncanny and unforgettable. Miss it and risk the ultimate FOMO trip—this is where the cool kids will be recharging their souls after Gov Ball.
Milo Bloom, Matter of Minutes, Saint Luke
Clear your calendar and dust off those dancing boots—this Friday night, the grimy heart of the indie universe pulses at a little-known dive with a lineup that could melt even the iciest of hipster exteriors. Milo Bloom, the enigmatic darlings of cryptic lyricism and shimmering riffs, promise a set that’ll feel like a lucid dream you’re not sure you want to wake from. Think a sonic kaleidoscope where Kevin Morby jams with Beach House, and you'll still be underestimating it. Hot on their heels, Matter of Minutes brings their frenetic energy, a tempest of post-punk revival that could resurrect CBGB itself. Expect blistering anthems that make your heart race like you're on the verge of a life-changing decision—a musical adrenaline shot straight to your core. Topping the night off is Saint Luke, whose synth-laden soundscapes will wrap around you like a neon cocoon, making the chaos of the outside world dissolve into a distant memory. They're the soundtrack to your wildest midnight adventures, the ones where you feel invincible and beautifully lost all at once. Get there when the doors swing open at 6pm; the $12 advance ticket is your golden ticket to a night that’s guaranteed to become a legendary "I was there" moment. Miss it, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone who didn't.
When James Blake rolls into town with his Trying Times Tour, the indie cognoscenti know it's time to dust off their best vintage jackets and embrace a night of soulful introspection and glitchy beats. This isn't just another concert—it's a transcendental experience that takes you from melancholy to euphoria and back, all within the span of a single, haunting set. Blake's ethereal voice floats over intricately woven synth landscapes, each track a breadcrumb through the labyrinth of post-modern malaise. The venues are intimate, the vibes are immaculate, and the chance to catch him in such a raw, unfiltered setting is rarer than your favorite vinyl at a record swap. Don't sleep on this—it's the kind of night your future self would frame as a badge of honor in your endless quest for authenticity.
Get ready to dive into the sonic rabbit hole that is NoFun Fest Week 2, where the basement walls are as alive with feedback as your Spotify Discover Weekly. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of distortion and DIY decadence. Imagine the unholy matrimony of shoegaze wizards and synthpop sorcerers, conjuring soundscapes that could make even Kevin Shields shed a tear of reverb joy. Your favorite underground darlings will be there, all drenched in obscure references and obscure chords, ready to redefine what your Saturday night soundtrack should be. It’s the kind of event that turns casual listeners into lifelong devotees, where each note feels like a secret handshake in the coolest sonic speakeasy you’ve never heard of. FOMO? More like FO-MUST.
Gregg Matthew Foreman - A Celebration of Life
Hey, scene-stealers and sonic seekers, prepare to dive deep into the sonic tapestry of Gregg Matthew Foreman – A Celebration of Life. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-on pilgrimage through the soundscapes that shaped a legend. Picture this: a night where the ghost of The Moth mingles with the kindred spirits of indie royalty. From the sultry echo of Seconds to the gritty allure of She Wants Revenge, this lineup is a who’s who of underground brilliance. Imagine Nick Zinner shredding amidst a cascade of raw emotion while L.A. Witch casts its psychedelic spell. Lia Braswell and Ian Svenonius promise beats and bravado, with Miss Rita and Charlie Paulson adding their signature flair. The nostalgic clash of the past and future comes alive with CHURCH and Annie Hardy sharing the stage, while Guilty Strangers and I Speak Machine weave tales of love and loss. The night crescendos with DJ sets that’ll make you move like you’re in a John Hughes finale, spun by Adam 12 and company. It’s a mandala of memories in the making, stitched together by the kind of community that only lives within the margins. Dress sharp, because in the world of The Moth, every stitch tells a story, and tonight, you’re part of the narrative. Don’t just hear the music—feel it in your bones. Be there or forever regret missing the night Gregg’s legacy became legend.
Dive into the sonic kaleidoscope this Friday with a triple bill that’s set to flip your world upside down and shake loose those midweek blues. Eliza Niemi’s ethereal soundscapes are like getting lost in a lucid dream—her voice will linger in the corners of your mind long after the last note fades. Then there’s More Eaze, whose glitchy synthpop wizardry feels like a future you want to live in; it's music that makes your pulse quicken and your feet defy gravity. And rounding out the night is Judson Kolk, whose genre-melting compositions are a love letter to the avant-garde, the kind that wraps you in its arms and whispers secrets only you were meant to hear. This isn’t just a show—it’s an experience, an invitation to lose yourself and find something new. Miss it, and risk being the one at brunch with nothing to rave about.
Clear your calendar and dig out that perfectly distressed band tee because Choker is about to light up the stage with a vibe that's equal parts sonic bliss and enigmatic charisma. Known for weaving lush soundscapes that flirt with R&B and indie-pop in ways that feel both nostalgic and futuristic, this Detroit-bred maestro is the kind of artist who only gets better every time you see him live. And just when you thought things couldn’t get cooler, Arima Ederra joins the bill, bringing her ethereal vocals and soul-stirring melodies that will transport you to another dimension. It’s a cosmic alignment of talent under one roof, and with doors cracking open at 7pm, you'll want to be front and center to soak up every second. Forget the Netflix binge, this is the intimate musical journey your restless spirit craves—and at $29.99 in advance, it’s the steal of the season. Don't wait for the Instagram stories to kick in; be there and make everyone else wish they were, too.
If your weekend plans don't yet include Covet's mind-bending sonic odyssey, it's time to reassess. Covet, the brainchild of guitar virtuoso Yvette Young, is merging post-rock dreams with prog intricacies in a way that feels like a long-lost love letter to your eardrums. Imagine cascading riffs that echo your most poetic heartbreaks, wrapped in the kind of lush soundscapes that only a Bay Area basement could breed. Joining the fray are LITE, Japan’s math-rock maestros, and Hikes, the Austin outfit that somehow distills the Texas sun into every note. This lineup is a trifecta of transcendental jams that will make your Spotify playlist weep with inadequacy. It's not just a show; it's a pilgrimage for those who yearn for music that makes you feel—and feel deeply. Bring your battered Chucks, your most existential thoughts, and that yearning heart of yours.
Flawed Mangoes: The Killswitch Memories Tour
Brace yourselves, scene kids and shoegaze stans, because Flawed Mangoes are crashing through your ennui with The Killswitch Memories Tour—a deliciously distorted odyssey you didn't know you needed. This band is the sonic equivalent of finding a rare vinyl in your dad’s dusty attic, blending lo-fi psych dreamscapes with synth-laden riffs that are as sticky as NYC July. Known for turning suburban basements into sweat-soaked sanctuaries, their live shows are a baptism into the beautifully flawed world they’ve crafted. Expect hazy visuals, existential lyrics, and a crowd that moves like they're casting a spell. If you miss this, prepare for your social feed to haunt you with the kind of regret that only a forgotten cassette can evoke. Dive in and let Flawed Mangoes turn your fading summer nostalgia into a visceral, live-wire experience.
Attention, all you sonic spelunkers and indie aficionados: clear your calendars and dust off your coolest thrift store threads. This Friday, the place to be is a dimly lit back corner of sonic nirvana, where the Nostranders are set to unleash their latest riffs that oscillate between gritty garage and ethereal dreamscapes. If you haven't heard them live, you haven't truly *heard* them. Sharing the stage is Outside Dog, a band whose raw, jagged sound bites harder than the punk puppy in their name suggests. Still not convinced? Secret is the wildcard that might just steal the show, weaving a tapestry of synth-laden whispers and explosive crescendos that'll haunt your Spotify playlists for weeks. Doors crack open at 9 PM, but you'll want to be in line early to soak up the vibes and snag that coveted spot by the stage. Tickets are a mere $12 in advance, $15 day-of—peanuts for an experience that's basically a sonic baptism. So, pry yourself away from your latest existential crisis and let this lineup remind you why you fell in love with indie music in the first place. See you in the sweat-drenched crowd, or hear about it from everyone cooler than you—your choice.
FIFA Countdown Concert - Davido & Major Lazer
Get ready to have your existential ennui shattered, because the FIFA Countdown Concert is about to redefine what you thought you knew about live music. Davido, the Nigerian sensation with a voice as smooth as triple-distilled whiskey, collides gloriously with Major Lazer, the genre-mashing maestros who’ve soundtracked your wildest nights out. Picture this: Afrobeats seamlessly weaving into electronic dancehall, creating a soundscape that could even make the ghosts of CBGB rise up and dance. It's the kind of sensory overload that has you questioning why you ever believed in moderation. So, grab your tickets and your most ironic vintage tee, because staying home would be the equivalent of missing the underground rave of the decade—except this time, it’s broadcast to the world and you’ve got a front-row invite.
Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic kaleidoscope that will leave your jaded soul rejuvenated. This Friday, the gritty yet ethereal Pisha brings their hypnotic shoegaze to the forefront, promising a wall of sound that feels like My Bloody Valentine jamming under a lunar eclipse. Not to be outdone, Computerwife is set to glitch your heartstrings with a set that's equal parts digital dreamscape and analog nostalgia—imagine Kraftwerk and Grimes had a lovechild raised on lo-fi YouTube tutorials. Rounding out the night, Miti will transport you to a DIY haven with synthpop beats so infectious even your ennui will be dancing. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage to the kind of musical transcendence only the truly in-the-know get to experience. Do you really want to risk missing out and hearing about it secondhand through your friend's Substack? I didn't think so.
Listen up, cool kids and indie aficionados: Temper City is about to turn the Moroccan Lounge into ground zero for your next life-altering concert memory. On June 10, 2026, doors swing open at 6:30 PM, and trust me, you want to be there before the first guitar riff splits the air. With just a $20 advance ticket—or $25 if you’re fashionably late at the door—you’ll be ushered into a sonic wonderland where synths shimmer like city lights in a rainstorm and rhythms hit harder than your latest existential crisis. Temper City doesn’t just play music; they ignite it, blending basement shoegaze vibes with a gloss of DIY synthpop that’ll have you questioning why you ever considered skipping out on live music in the first place. Forget scrolling through endless festival recaps; this is where the real magic happens. All ages welcome, but only the truly in-the-know will emerge transformed. See you there or forever hold your FOMO.
If you’re not already on the Annabelle Chairlegs train, consider this your last call before you miss the ride of the year. This Austin-born quartet is rolling through town, and they’re bringing their psychedelic garage rock swagger that’ll make you feel like you’ve accidentally slipped into a 1970s time warp—but, like, in the best way possible. Imagine a sonic lovechild of Jefferson Airplane and Thee Oh Sees, spiked with a splash of psychotropic lemonade. Their raw, hypnotic riffs and Annabelle's unearthly vocals are engineered to transport you from your mundane existence straight into a kaleidoscope of sound. Trust me, this isn’t just a gig—it’s a transformative experience you’ll be name-dropping for years. Cancel your plans, grab your coolest friend, and bask in the glow of what real indie magic feels like. Catch them now before they ascend into the indie rock stratosphere and you’re left pretending you were there.
Get ready to have your jaded indie heart reignited because Izzy Escobar is about to unleash her sonic whirlwind on the scene at The Moroccan Lounge. This isn't just another gig; it's a full-blown auditory experience that's as refreshing as a secret speakeasy in a city of clones. Known for her kaleidoscopic blend of ethereal vocals and guitar riffs that shimmer like a heatwave, Izzy is a revelation you can't afford to miss. And just when you think it can't get better, RAEGAN opens with her spellbinding synthpop sorcery that feels like a long-lost 80s cassette found in your coolest uncle’s attic. Mark May 19th on your calendar and prepare for a night that promises to be less about just hearing music and more about feeling the music. Doors open at 6:30pm, but let’s be real—you’ll want to be first in line. $20 gets you in, and with talent like this, that's practically a steal. Forget the FOMO; make sure you’re there so you can smugly tell everyone you were, in fact, part of the magic.
Cancel your Friday plans and get ready to lose yourself in a sonic kaleidoscope at the Peppermint Club with Breaking Sound x BLEACH. This is the kind of lineup that makes Spotify's algorithm look like a boomer trying to TikTok. Leila Addams will hit you with soulful vocals that weave through hard rock riffs and gothic vibes, like if Stevie Nicks did a collab with Type O Negative. Then you've got Criminal Outposts, the genre chameleons here to remind you that rock isn't dead—it's just been hiding in plain sight, waiting to ambush your earbuds with a fresh take. And don't sleep on The Band Called Sex, whose anthems about wizards and robots will have you pondering life's mysteries while moshing in existential bliss. Grab your ID, your coolest jacket, and maybe a pair of earplugs—you'll want to hear about this night for decades.
Listen up, you gig-hardened wanderers of the sonic wilderness, because NPR's Tiny Desk Contest is hitting the road and bringing its magic to a city near you. This isn't just another stop on the endless tour map; it's a convergence of sounds that promises to be the talk of the underground until at least 2027. Front and center is Cure For Paranoia, the brainchild of Dallas's own Cameron McCloud, who moonlights as a preschool teacher when he's not dropping daily rhymes on your feed. His music is a kaleidoscope of playful beats and insightful bars, all wrapped in the kind of authenticity that the scene is starving for. But wait, there's more. The night's not just about the headliner. Noa Bar and Jacquie Lee—names whispered in the ear of every in-the-know audiophile—will be gracing the stage to elevate your auditory senses to new heights. This lineup is alchemy; it's the kind of serendipitous mix that makes you feel cooler just by association. Tickets are going faster than a vintage synth on Craigslist, so snag yours and prepare for an evening that will redefine your musical radar. Trust us, you don't want to be the one who only hears about this event through someone else's Instagram stories.
Dust off your coolest band tee and prepare to dive deep into the sonic rabbit hole because Jhariah’s Trust Ceremony Tour is about to ignite the Teragram Ballroom with a kaleidoscope of sound and emotion. If you haven’t been baptized in the fire of Jhariah’s uniquely theatrical blend of alt-pop and emo flair, you haven’t truly lived. Joined by the electric Mijita, whose sultry synth beats and introspective lyrics are the perfect undercurrent for a night of musical alchemy, this isn’t just another gig—it’s the stuff indie legends are made of. Doors swing open at 7pm, and you’d better snag those $22.50 advance tickets before they vanish into the ether, because come day-of-show, this sonic soiree will cost you $27.50 at the door. But for those who crave the backstage magic, the $82.50 VIP experience is an all-access pass to musical nirvana, complete with a personal photo op and exclusive meet and greet with Jhariah himself. Flash that official laminate like the indie royalty you are and snag your merch before anyone else. This isn’t just a concert, it’s a trust ceremony—and trust us, you need to be there.
This Friday, the cosmos aligns in a sonic trifecta at The Gutter, where Hot Mic, India Beer, and Small Boat will turn your ennui into ecstasy. Hot Mic, the local darlings known for their euphoric haze and dream-laden riffs, promise to deliver a set that feels like My Bloody Valentine got lost in a neon jungle. India's Beer’s lo-fi anthems are the soundtrack to your coolest friend’s after-party—a swirling blend of melancholy and euphoria that tastes like midnight on the cusp of something beautiful. And don't even get me started on Small Boat; their jittery synthpop is a clandestine love letter to your neon-lit soul, with beats that could power a city. Miss this, and you’ll be hearing about it from everyone cooler than you on Monday. Consider this your official invitation to feel alive.
Brace yourself for a night where chaos meets charisma—YUNGBLUD: IDOLS - THE WORLD TOUR is the electrifying jolt your post-pandemic soul craves. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-throttle communion of misfits and maestros, led by the genre-defying firecracker himself. Imagine a sonic rollercoaster where punk rock’s rebellious spirit collides with pop’s infectious hooks and a sprinkle of glam’s theatrical flair. In a world where everything feels manufactured, YUNGBLUD is the antidote—raw, real, and unapologetically loud. The mosh pit promises catharsis with a side of glitter, so wear your Doc Martens and eyeliner like armor. This is the concert you'll be Insta-bragging about for months, while your less adventurous friends pine for a taste of the revolution they missed. Don’t just scroll through life—be there, and let YUNGBLUD redefine what it means to be alive.
Yot Club – Simpleton Tour with Renny Conti
Yot Club's Simpleton Tour is set to be the sonic bombshell of the season, and trust me, you'll want to be a part of the aftershock. Brainchild of indie-rock savant Ryan Kaiser, Yot Club made its mark with a lo-fi charm that blossomed in a college dorm room and quickly evolved into a billion-streamed TikTok sensation. Fast forward to today, and Kaiser is ready to dismantle the idyllic suburban mirage with his third album, SIMPLETON. It's not just about the catchy hooks or the dreamy haze that Yot Club crafts so well, but the lyrical depth that delves into our curated, comfortable lifestyles, shaking us out of our apathy with a jolt of indie-rock flavored reality. Kaiser's journey has taken him from Nashville to New York, Philadelphia, and LA, but the suburban soul of his music remains, lending a nuanced perspective that echoes throughout his writing. A ticket to the Simpleton Tour doesn't just get you first in line and first dibs on merch—it's your entry ticket to a reflective indie-rock journey with Yot Club. You'll hold in your hands not just a commemorative laminate, but a mind-expanding, heart-strumming musical experience. As Kaiser himself puts it, "It all has to mean something otherwise, what's the point?" Well, we can tell you the point right now: Yot Club's Simpleton Tour is the indie event of the year you shouldn't miss. So come and find meaning in the music—you might just find a piece of yourself, too.
Clear your calendars and dust off your coolest thrift store threads because this gig is about to stop the indie zeitgeist in its tracks. Brady Matteson is about to unravel your concept of lo-fi heartbreak with his signature sound, blending the emotional depth of Elliott Smith with a sprinkle of Mac DeMarco's cheeky edge. DãSK will have the room buzzing with their avant-garde synthpop that feels like a sonic Dali painting—only here can you dance to the soundtrack of your wildest dreams. Nadime’s set will be an ethereal odyssey through dream-pop landscapes, as haunting vocals and shimmering guitars paint a canvas of sonic euphoria. And when Prisoner takes the stage, expect a powerful cathartic release that punches you in the gut with raw, unfiltered post-punk energy. This is the night your group chat will talk about for weeks, where the walls will sweat and your heart will race—don’t say we didn’t warn you.
Prepare your senses for an ethereal immersion as The Church rolls into town, bringing with them a kaleidoscope of soundscapes that have been the heartbeat of alternative atmospheres since before your favorite vintage tee was even a thought. This isn't just a gig; it’s a transcendental pilgrimage led by the Australian psych rock maestros who’ve been crafting celestial narratives since the '80s. Picture yourself enveloped in Steve Kilbey's unmistakable vocals—it's like being whispered secrets from an astral plane, underscored by shimmering guitars that wouldn't be out of place in a David Lynch fever dream. Dust off your most ironic band tee, bring the friend who claims they "heard of them before they were cool," and dive into a sound bath that promises to leave even the most jaded souls wondering why they ever doubted the magic of music. This is the kind of show that will have your future self thanking you, one reverb-drenched note at a time.
If your Spotify algorithm is still stuck on repeat, it's time to recalibrate with sace6, the enigmatic synth alchemists about to shake the scene like a snow globe. This isn't just another gig—it's a portal into a kaleidoscopic dreamscape where analog textures and digital dreams collide. With a soundscape that feels like Beach House and Aphex Twin decided to raise a prodigy in a Berlin warehouse, sace6 is exactly who you need to soundtrack your existential crises and your dance floor epiphanies. Doors creak open at 6pm, but get there early to secure your spot in the sonic vortex. Tickets are a cool $20, either way, which is cheaper than your last record store splurge and way more immersive. Bring your best 'I was there' energy and maybe a parent or guardian if you're under 16 and ready to redefine what it means to be part of something truly groundbreaking. Miss it and risk an eternal FOMO that even your chicest friend’s Substack can’t cure.
Sophie Kyle Collins | American Seraphim | Sarah Once Was
Clear your calendar and dust off your Doc Martens because this Friday night the cosmos align in a trifecta of sonic bliss at the Mercury Lounge. Sophie Kyle Collins is set to kick off the evening with her ethereal vocals, weaving a tapestry that's as haunting as a late-night drive under a blood moon. Following the celestial vibe, American Seraphim will take you on a journey through the reverb-soaked caverns of your wildest dreams, blending shoegaze and post-rock into a hypnotic haze. Just when you think your eardrums can't handle more bliss, Sarah Once Was will close the night with her synthpop alchemy—think Grimes meets Kate Bush in a neon-lit forest rave. It's the kind of lineup that makes even your vinyl collection raise an eyebrow. Miss it and risk living with the regret of not saying, "I was there."
If your playlist is in desperate need of a life-altering jolt, look no further than The Warning, the Mexican rock powerhouse that's about to set your existential ennui ablaze. Imagine the raw energy of Sleater-Kinney colliding with the unapologetic grit of early Yeah Yeah Yeahs—a sonic supernova that leaves the room vibrating long after the final chord. These sisters are set to detonate the stage with volcanic riffs, haunting harmonies, and lyrics so potent they could double as your latest tattoo inspo. Catch them in an intimate venue before they're headlining festivals and you're left bragging about how you saw them way back when. Trust us, this isn't just another gig—it's a seismic event in the rock cosmos that you can't afford to miss.
Get ready to have your existential crises soundtracked by the hazy brilliance of lucky break, the indie darlings who've somehow distilled the ennui of a generation into shimmering guitar riffs and vocals that feel like a late-night confessional. Catch them this Saturday at that underground venue that still doesn’t have a sign, and be prepared to lose yourself in a set that blends the best parts of ‘90s alt-rock with a modern twist. With lyrics that could have been scrawled on your high school notebook and melodies that hit like a warm, lo-fi embrace, missing this gig is like saying no to finding a mixtape made just for you. Trust us, your cool points will thank you.
Hey, cool cats and kittens of the indieverse. If your playlist has been feeling a little too predictable lately, it might be time to plug into the electric promise of Emerson Woolf & the Wishbones. They're crashing into The Echo like an adrenaline shot to the heart of LA's live music scene. Imagine a sonic cocktail where shoegaze meets synthpop, shaken—not stirred—and garnished with a twist of post-punk edge that even your vinyl-collecting uncle would vibe to. Emerson's raw vocals are like a secret whispered through a distortion pedal, while the Wishbones lay down beats that could make even the most stoic wallflower start a one-person mosh pit. Whether your weekend plans were scrolling through obscure Japanese noise bands or rewatching old episodes of Twin Peaks, cancel them. This is where the pulse of the city will be beating, and you'd be remiss not to catch the wave before it crashes into the collective indie consciousness. Check The Echo's socials for deets, and prep your senses for an auditory epiphany. You might just thank us later.
DNA NYC featuring Wilmah, The Breaks Inc., Hana Bookman, Boy Afraid, and Aderet,
If you’ve been praying for a night that feels like the lovechild of a secret warehouse rave and a sonic art installation, your prayers are officially answered. DNA NYC is descending upon us for a one-off fever dream that promises to melt your face in the best way possible. On the lineup? Wilmah’s intoxicating riffs will get your heart pounding, while The Breaks Inc. delivers grooves so deep you’ll need spelunking gear. Hana Bookman might just be the ethereal synth goddess we’ve all been waiting for, and Boy Afraid will remind you why you fell in love with angst-driven soundscapes in the first place. Aderet rounds it all off with beats that feel like a warm embrace in the middle of a crowded dance floor. This is not just a concert; it’s a pilgrimage to the temple of cool. So dust off those dancing shoes and prep your Instagram stories, because missing this would be a crime against the indie gods.
Bergie & the Magic Bag, Tape and Tears, Jilted Lovers, Quiver the Busk
Cancel your plans, because this Saturday night, the cosmos aligns in a gritty Bushwick loft where vibes are curated like a fine wine. Bergie & the Magic Bag are headlining with their psych-pop alchemy that'll transport you to a kaleidoscopic dimension where your ex's texts don't matter. Before you float away, Tape and Tears will ground you with their moody synths and lyrics sharp enough to etch your latest existential crises into the ether. Jilted Lovers are set to break as many hearts as they heal with their lo-fi ballads that feel like late-night confessions in a smoke-filled room. And don't sleep on Quiver the Busk—these sound wizards blend ambient noise with a touch of cosmic folk, creating a sonic tapestry that's part fever dream, part lucid clarity. Bring your coolest friend or make a new one there; either way, this isn't just a gig, it's a rite of passage you won't want to miss.
Clear your calendar and dust off your vintage flannel because The Wallflowers are back and ready to blow the roof off the indie scene. This Saturday, they're crashing into the local haunt with a sound that's as timeless as that beat-up vinyl you scored at last year's record fair. Think Dylan-esque poetic swagger, but with a 2023 twist that'll make your favorite Spotify playlist feel obsolete. These aren’t just your dad’s roots rock anthems—they’re the new hymns for the disenchanted. Miss it, and you'll spend the week scrolling through Instagram, regretting you weren't there to shout along to the chorus of "One Headlight" with the rest of the cool kids. It's gonna be the talk of the coffeehouse circuit and the secret gig your FOMO nightmares are made of. So get there early, grab a craft brew, and prepare to lose yourself in the soundscape. Trust us, this is one gig you won’t want to ghost.
Pleasantries, When We Was Kids, Middle Seat
Prepare to redefine your Thursday night plans, because Pleasantries, When We Was Kids, and Middle Seat are converging in a sonic trifecta that promises to shake the dust off your jaded spirit. Pleasantries, the lovechild of dream pop and post-punk revival, will wash over you with their shimmering guitar lines and vocals that float like a well-worn Polaroid. When We Was Kids brings a nostalgic punch, resurrecting the chaotic energy of '90s garage rock with lyrics that cut deeper than a thrifted leather jacket. And don't sleep on Middle Seat, the synth-laden collective that turns basement shows into euphoric, synth-pop soirees. This lineup is your golden ticket to an audio-visual escape that will have your group chat buzzing harder than a limited-edition cassette drop. So, lace up your vintage kicks and get ready to dive into a world where every chord feels like a secret handshake. This isn't just a show; it's a rite of passage.
If you’ve ever wanted to have your soul sonically excavated, clear your calendar for a night that promises to be nothing short of cathartic. Midwife, the brainchild of Southern Colorado’s own Madeline Johnston, is set to take you on an emotional rollercoaster that blurs the line between heartache and transcendence. From her DIY roots at Denver’s iconic Rhinoceropolis, Johnston has sculpted a sound she dubs Heaven Metal—think ethereal pop interwoven with the weight of existential dread. It's like if your most introspective late-night thoughts had a soundtrack and all you can do is surrender to the soundscape. Joining her are Amulets and Desert Liminal, each bringing their own brand of sonic experimentation to the mix. It’s a 21+ affair that demands your presence—not the kind you can casually scroll past. Doors at 8PM, show at 9PM, and trust us, you don’t want to be the one hearing about it later.
When the neon haze of Holy Wars collides with the genre-defying chaos of Oxymorrons, you get an electrifying night that could very well define your musical year. Holy Wars, with their deliciously dark and cinematic soundscapes, are set to take you on a rollercoaster ride through the raw edges of emotion. Meanwhile, Oxymorrons are here to shatter your expectations with their explosive blend of hip-hop, rock, and everything in between. It’s a sonic riot you’ll feel in your bones—a dancefloor baptism by distortion and lyrical prowess. The crowd? A mix of DIY dreamers and indie connoisseurs, all vibing past the point of no return. Miss this, and you might as well be scrolling FOMO-inducing photos from your couch. Doors at 9, and at $18 advance, it’s cheaper than your artisanal latte habit. Jaded? Maybe. Ready to be impressed? Absolutely.
WOOF w/ B.I.G.S.H.R.I.M.P., Knox Fortune, Keith Charles, whataredogs
Get ready to recalibrate your cool meter because this Saturday night, the sonic pulse of the universe is converging at the legendary underground venue for a lineup that's an aural acid trip. WOOF is leading the charge, and if you've been asleep on their nu-gaze reverberations, this is your wake-up call. They're sharing the stage with B.I.G.S.H.R.I.M.P., whose genre-defying beats are like an audio Dada painting. Knox Fortune's bringing those hazy, hook-heavy vibes that make you feel like you're floating through a Wes Anderson montage. Add to the mix Keith Charles, a maestro of misfit melodies that speak directly to your existential dread, and whataredogs, a band so underground they might just tunnel their way into your subconscious. Consider canceling your plans to eat overpriced ramen in Bushwick, because this lineup is a once-in-a-blue-moon sonic pilgrimage. Be there, or be the envious soul left reading about it on your friend's verified Substack.
Cancel your Friday night plans and dust off those dancing shoes because SG Lewis is about to turn your weekend into a euphoric dreamscape you didn't know you needed. The maestro of modern disco is set to unleash a sonic storm that blends the best of nostalgic synth vibes with fresh beats that'll make your heart skip just as much as your feet. Picture this: you're swaying under a neon haze, losing yourself in a crowd that knows every word, every beat drop. It's a sonic baptism, a rare moment where music truly becomes magic. You're not just going to a show, you're stepping into an experience that will have your group chat buzzing with envy and your Instagram followers wondering what secret dimension you've slipped into. Remember, the cool kids will be there, will you?
True North & Out In Front: I Dragged Us In Another Life Tour 2026
Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is the "I Dragged Us In Another Life Tour 2026" headlined by indie darlings True North and Out In Front at the Moroccan Lounge. Picture this: True North's ethereal harmonics cascading like a waterfall of sound while Out In Front's punchy riffs and lyrical introspection spark a deep, rebellious groove in your soul. And don't sleep on PINKNOISE, the opening act whose synth-laden dreamscapes will have you questioning reality itself. It's $20 to secure an advanced ticket to what could very well be the gig your future self will thank you for attending—because this is the night where indie legends are born. Doors open at 6:00pm; leave your ennui at the door and embrace the transcendence.
Enter Shikari is crashing into North America like a meteor of chaotic brilliance, and if you're not there, are you even living? This is the band that turned post-hardcore into a sonic carnival, pulling in influences from EDM to metalcore like a mad alchemist. Their live shows are a pulsating rave where the only rule is to lose yourself in the sound and fury. Expect a night of uninhibited energy and radical beats that'll send your Doomscrolling habits into remission. The accessible accommodations are sorted, so all you've got to do is show up and let Rou Reynolds and the crew take you on a genre-bending rollercoaster you won't find in any YouTube rabbit hole. Leave your pretensions at the door and join the throng—this is the kind of gig people will still be name-dropping in ten years.
Brace yourself, because 12 Rods is about to tear a hole in the fabric of your existential ennui. These Minneapolis legends are swooping into town like a comet tail of '90s indie brilliance, ready to remind your jaded ears what true sonic innovation feels like. Picture this: swirling guitars and off-kilter harmonies colliding in a kaleidoscope of sound that’s as mind-bending as Radiohead's Kid A and as raw as your favorite basement gig. It’s the kind of show that makes you question why you ever settled for Spotify shuffle. As they ascend the stage, the air will crackle with the anticipation that only a band this cult-followed can spark. So, dust off your most ironic band tee and prepare to lose yourself in a night that promises to be an urgent, transcendent escape from the everyday. Miss this? You’ll be hearing about it in whispers and sighs for months to come.
If your ears have been craving a sonic assault that decimates the mundane, Warthog is about to serve it up with a side of chaos. Known for their relentless energy and a sound that feels like a punk apocalypse with thrash undertones, this Brooklyn powerhouse is headlining a night that promises to leave your eardrums buzzing in the best way possible. Joining the fray are Public Acid, dishing out hardcore with a ferocity that's like mainlining adrenaline, and The Final Agony, whose riffs are as raw and cathartic as that time you cried during a post-rock crescendo. Acid Casualties will warp your mind with their psych-punk concoctions, and Cruciform will open the night like a lightning bolt to your senses. The scene is set for a legendary night—think CBGB’s in its heyday but with better beer. Doors swing open at 7pm, and yeah, it’s $25, but isn’t a night of pure, unadulterated punk transcendence worth skipping your third latte of the week? Secure your place in the pit, or risk missing out on the stories your friends will be spinning for weeks.
In the heart of Echo Park, where the dream of the '90s meets Gen Z's TikTok-fueled daydreams, Little Image and JACKPAL are about to set The Echo ablaze with a sonic tapestry that defies genres and elevates vibes. Fresh off a sold-out tour that left a trail of blissed-out crowds and Instagram Stories in its wake, Little Image is the kind of band that redefines "indie darlings" with their lush soundscapes and emotionally charged lyrics. Meanwhile, JACKPAL, the enigmatic synthpop maestro, is all about turning nostalgia into a future-forward spectacle, complete with beats that make your heart skip a millennial beat. Together, they're a one-way ticket to the coolest night you never knew you needed. Miss this, and you'll be stuck scrolling through stories of what might just be the gig of the year. So dust off your most ironic tee, grab a kombucha cocktail, and prepare to dance like nobody's watching—except they totally are, and they're all insanely jealous.
Khalid: It's Always Summer Somewhere Tour
In a world where seasonal depression is practically a personality trait, Khalid’s "It's Always Summer Somewhere Tour" is our collective serotonin shot. Picture this: you, a sea of sun-kissed souls, and Khalid's velvet vocals sweeping over a crowd like a warm breeze at the tail end of a festival sunset. Yeah, it's that kind of vibe. Expect an alchemical mix of nostalgia and fresh beats that'll make you forget you ever listened to anything else. This is the tour that promises to turn even the most hardened of winter warriors into believers that eternal summer isn't just a myth. It's a full-on sensory escape, with Khalid as your charismatic guide. So, leave your ennui at the door and let the good vibes roll—because who wouldn’t want a piece of endless summer?
If your existence has been feeling like a grayscale version of a '90s zine lately, RUFUS DU SOL's North America 2026 tour is your technicolor escape hatch. Imagine this: a kaleidoscope of sound that melts the walls of your ennui, conjuring a euphoria you haven't felt since that surprise James Murphy DJ set in a Bushwick warehouse. These Aussie alchemists of the ethereal are set to electrify stages with their sonic sorcery, blending pulsing beats with haunting melodies that resonate like the ghost of festivals past and yet to come. Whether you're an acolyte of ambient or just in search of a transcendental dance ritual, missing this tour would be akin to skipping Bowie at Ziggy’s peak. So dust off those vintage boots and prepare for a night where music isn’t just heard, it's experienced—because this is the future of electronic indie, and it promises to illuminate your 2026 with the glow of a thousand neon dreams.
Harlem Hayfield, Margo MacEro, Little Victory, Joel Gragg
Get ready to transcend the mundane and dive headfirst into a sonic kaleidoscope as Harlem Hayfield, Margo MacEro, Little Victory, and Joel Gragg converge for a night that promises to be more electric than a Williamsburg rooftop at sunset. Harlem Hayfield's gritty, guitar-laden anthems will take you on a sonic joyride through the back alleys of your soul, while Margo MacEro's ethereal vocals and synth wizardry promise to hold you suspended in a glittering, nostalgic haze. Little Victory brings their jangly, feel-good vibes straight from the lo-fi heart of indie pop, guaranteed to make your heart skip a beat or two. Joel Gragg rounds out the night with a raw, earnest performance that channels the spirit of '90s indie icons. Clear your calendar and prepare to bask in the glow of a night that whispers, "You had to be there."
When the sun dips below the Brooklyn skyline and the neon lights flicker on, Gov Ball After Dark is the only destination that matters, and Jane Remover is the reason you’re not sleeping tonight. Presented by NÜTRL, this gig is a sonic love letter to everything that makes the indie scene pulse with life. Jane Remover, the enigmatic artist who's been flipping the script on bedroom pop, is set to turn this after-party into an experience you’ll brag about witnessing firsthand. It's more than a concert—it's a baptism into the depths of ambient synths and haunting vocals that linger longer than last night's aftertaste of Pabst and pretension. If you're not inside losing yourself in the kaleidoscope of sound and sweat, you're outside, wishing you were.
The Dollyrots | Bobby Mahoney | Kurt Baker
Clear your calendar and dust off those dancing shoes because the ultimate trifecta of punk-pop perfection is hitting the stage, and it’s destined to be the night you’ll brag about for months. The Dollyrots, those high-energy purveyors of sugar-coated rebellion, are ready to unleash their infectious hooks and cheeky charm, making even the most stoic wallflower lose their cool. Joining them is Bobby Mahoney, the gritty storyteller whose heartfelt anthems crackle with Springsteenian passion and a knack for making every dive bar feel like Madison Square Garden. And let’s not forget Kurt Baker, the power-pop maestro whose retro flair and magnetic charisma could make even your dad’s record collection swoon. With this holy trinity of sonic delight, there’s zero chance of a dull moment—so leave the ennui at home and prepare for a night that feels like a secret handshake shared among the in-the-know. Be there, or be forever haunted by the coolest gig you almost went to.
Get ready to lose yourself in the shimmering sounds of Gimme Gimme Disco, a band that's taking the dance music scene by storm with their fresh and unapologetically catchy beats. They're not just slinging shiny hooks, they're crafting a musical experience that's meant to be lived, not just listened to. But wait, it gets even better—they're playing at the iconic Bottom Lounge, a venue that's as steeped in gritty, underground music lore as any dive bar in Brooklyn. A word for the wise: you're gonna have to wait a hot minute to grab your ticket. The folks at Bottom Lounge are serious about squashing scalpers, so they're taking their sweet time to make sure every ticket sale is legit. But hey, good things come to those who wait, right? And if these indie disco darlings don't get your pulse racing, well, maybe it's time to check if you still have a heartbeat.
Sos Booking & Pleasure Heaven Presents: Vilevo
If your weekend plans don't involve getting blissfully lost in the kaleidoscopic chaos of Vilevo, you might want to reassess your priorities. This isn't just another gig—it's a full-frontal sonic experience, courtesy of the audacious minds at Sos Booking and Pleasure Heaven. Imagine the love child of your favorite shoegaze fuzz and a synthpop fever dream, birthed in some secret basement venue that doesn't even have an Instagram. Vilevo is set to unleash a dizzying blend of reverb-drenched guitars and shimmering electronic pulses that will have you questioning reality and rethinking your Tuesday night yoga class. Trust us, when the lights go down and the first chords cut through the air, you'll understand why this is the show that everyone will pretend they've been at forever. Don't say we didn't warn you.
If you've been languishing in a sea of Spotify Discover Weekly playlists that just don’t hit, it's time to slide those DMs and rally the crew for a night that promises to recalibrate your sonic senses. Enter Future Nobodies, the enigmatic architects of sound that have been turning the underground into their own playground. This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into a realm where shoegaze guitars melt like honey into synth-driven dreamscapes, and the beats drop with the precision of a heart skipping a beat. The buzz is electric, the drinks are cheap, and the crowd is a curated collection of future best friends you haven’t met yet. Doors creak open at 9 pm, but the real magic kicks in when the amps start humming, and the floor turns into a living, breathing organism. $20 is your golden ticket to defy the ordinary—trust us, the only thing worse than missing out is hearing about it the day after.
Prepare to be sonically baptized by the ethereal frequencies of Aaron Hibell, the prodigious maestro whose soundscapes will transport you to a universe where time folds in on itself. This isn't just another gig at the Outset; it's a rite of passage for those who crave more than the mainstream. As the venue's industrial walls vibrate with Hibell's transcendental beats, you'll find yourself lost in a euphoric trance, shoulder to shoulder with fellow sonic pilgrims. With no barriers, no re-entry, and no pretenses, it's a night of pure, unadulterated connection. Leave your ego at the door and dive headfirst into a night fueled by relentless creativity and a pulse you can feel in your bones. Miss it, and risk being forever out of the loop.
Picture this: It's a balmy June night in the Arts District, and you've just secured your spot in the intimate sonic oasis of The Moroccan Lounge. On stage, Jasper Tygner, the enigmatic maestro of ambient beats and kaleidoscopic soundscapes, is set to summon an auditory experience that'll make your soul vibrate. Known for weaving together threads of UK garage and ethereal electronica with the finesse of a wizard, Tygner's live set promises to be nothing short of a transcendental journey. With doors opening at 9:30pm, you'll want to be front and center to catch every shimmering note and hypnotic drop. Tickets are $25 in advance or $30 at the door, and let's be real—other nights can wait. This is the kind of gig you'll brag about to your future kids. Don't be the one who reads about it the next day and wishes they were there.
If you’re still lamenting the gentrification of your favorite dive bar or the commercialization of your most cherished indie band, put on your comfiest vintage band tee and mark your calendar. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a sonic pilgrimage. Day Trip is rolling into town, bringing with them the eclectic brilliance of Cassian, Kamino, Millero, and Lumi. Imagine a night where synths shimmer like the sequins on your secondhand jacket and basslines pulse harder than your crush on the drummer. It’s 21+, so leave the fake IDs at home—this is a party for those who’ve earned their scene stripes. With Day Trip, you’re not just a ticket holder; you’re an accomplice in a revolution of sound. And yes, it's a cashless venue, because who even carries cash these days? Don’t be that person scrolling Instagram while everyone else is vibing their face off. Snag your legit passes through TicketWeb & TIXR, and leave the resale ruckus to the amateurs. This is where the stories you’ll pretend to forget in the morning actually begin. See you in the smoke machine haze.
The Hold Steady - Boys and Girls in America 20
Hey, cool cats and jaded indie aficionados, mark your calendars—The Hold Steady are back and turning it up to 11 for the 20th anniversary of *Boys and Girls in America*. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage for every devotee of raucous riffs and narrative-driven rock. Imagine the electric energy of a basement show but amplified to fill a room of nostalgia-hungry punks and diehard fans alike. Craig Finn and the crew are teaming up with PLUS1, meaning your ticket does double duty, supporting public media and keeping independent journalism alive. So, dust off your best flannel, grab a cheap beer, and brace yourself for an evening where every lyric hits like a beloved chapter of your own life story. Don't get caught scrolling enviously through Instagram later; be there, in the crowd, shouting along to "Stuck Between Stations" and feeling every bit of that sweet, sweet communal catharsis. This is more than a concert—it's a rite of passage.
Storytellers - Bruce Springsteen Receives The Harry Belafonte Voices for Social Justice Award
Ever felt a shiver when legends collide? Picture this: Bruce Springsteen, the Boss himself, stepping onto a stage not to belt out "Born to Run," but to accept the Harry Belafonte Voices for Social Justice Award. It’s a night where rock 'n' roll's blue-collar poet meets the heartbeat of activism, and honestly, if your mind isn't already spinning madly on, check your pulse. The Storytellers event promises to be the sonic equivalent of a secret rooftop gig—intimate, electric, and oozing with the type of authenticity that’s more rare than a first press of Nebraska. Expect the night to be peppered with tales of grit and glory, as Springsteen channels the raw power of vinyl-era storytelling while tipping his hat to the indomitable Belafonte. If ever there was a soirée to crash, this is it. Don't be the one scrolling Instagram stories the morning after, gripped by existential FOMO.
This Saturday, Alesso takes over the decks in what promises to be the ultimate night for those who claim they’ve “seen it all.” Picture this: a clandestine warehouse drenched in neon and nostalgia, where each beat echoes the pulse of the underground scene you swear you were born to inhabit. Alesso, the maestro of anthemic electronic odysseys, will be spinning tracks that are half party, half transcendental experience. Expect a sonic journey that’ll have you reminiscing about your first clandestine rave, even if it was in your high school bestie’s garage. This is the kind of night that makes you grateful for your fake ID days, but with the added bonus of craft cocktails and a crowd that’s as vibrant as your favorite obscure vinyl. Say goodbye to your FOMO—it found its antidote, and it’s spelled A-L-E-S-S-O.
Rio Vista Lot at The Historic Sears Building
The Martinez Brothers - North America Tour 2026
Slide your feet into your thrifted Docs and prepare for the sonic pilgrimage of a lifetime as The Martinez Brothers light up North America in 2026. These two Bronx-born beat virtuosos are bringing their infectious, genre-blurring magic from the underground clubs of NYC to the biggest stages on the continent. Whether you're a basement-dweller who thrives on the sweet chaos of shoegaze or a synthpop savant who can name every obscure vinyl in your collection, this is your chance to vibe with the best of both worlds. Imagine pulsating rhythms that make your heart race faster than your favorite BPM, wrapped in a kaleidoscope of otherworldly visuals curated by the coolest rising digital artists. This tour promises sweat-soaked nights and sunrise epiphanies, leaving you questioning why you ever settled for the Spotify shuffle. Miss it, and you might just miss the defining soundscape of a generation.
If you've been yearning for a night that melts faces and stereotypes simultaneously, Panic Shack's upcoming gig is your salvation. These Cardiff queens are taking over the soundwaves with a riotous blend of post-punk ferocity and DIY attitude so authentic it could've been brewed in a dive bar basement. Imagine if Bikini Kill got a 2023 update, with enough swagger to shut down a mansplainer mid-sentence. Doors swing open at 6pm, but you'll want to be at the front lines early—trust me, the $15 advance cover is the best investment you'll make this side of a limited-edition vinyl. And for the procrastinators, $18 day-of is still a steal. Don your coolest vintage tee, grab your most discerning friend, and prepare to have your expectations shattered like a cheap guitar at a basement show. This is Panic Shack—welcome to the fray.
If you’re not planning to spend your June 13th with Surf Trash at the Moroccan Lounge, you might want to rethink your life choices. The Aussie trio is bringing their sun-soaked grit stateside, and it's the sonic equivalent of finding a perfect wave at sundown. Expect jangly guitars, infectious hooks, and the kind of unpolished charm that makes you feel like you’ve just discovered a hidden gem before it’s cool. And just when you think your heart can’t take any more indie euphoria, Postcards for Sympathy will hit you with their melancholic melodies that evoke a late-night drive with your best friends, windows down, secrets spilling into the wind. Get your tickets now—$15 in advance is cheaper than your next overpriced oat milk latte, and trust us, this is the night you'll be reminiscing about when your future kids think you were never cool. All ages, because good taste knows no age limit. See you at the front.
Cancel your plans, call in sick, and prepare to have your mind collectively blown—Royal & the Serpent is gracing the stage at Outset, and it's an all-ages showdown you can't afford to miss. Imagine a sonic cocktail blending indie-pop hooks with the kind of raw, existential angst that makes you question your life choices in the best way possible. This isn't just a gig; it's a baptism by sound in the church of chaotic cool. Outset's standing room only setup means you'll be shoulder-to-shoulder with fellow pilgrims, vibing to tracks that soundtrack your coming-of-age indie film fantasy. No re-entry, so once you're in, you're committed to this wild ride. Let's be real, you don't want to be the one scrolling through stories the next day, drowning in regret and wondering why you ever thought staying home was an option.
Ready to dive into the deep end of the indie pool? Catch Troy Doherty at The Echo, where the vibes are as lush as the reverb. Coveted by those who know their Sonic Youth from their Youth Lagoon, this gig promises to be a soundscape of shimmering guitars and haunting vocals that’ll echo in your bones. The Echoplex at 1154 Glendale Blvd is where the magic happens, a space that’s seen enough coolness to put your high school mixtapes to shame. Cancel your plans and get your FOMO fix—this is the kind of night that your future self will thank you for.
Wolf Rd w/ Davvn, Jack The Underdog, Hardly
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic abyss at this unmissable gig featuring the indie underworld's finest. Headlining the night are Wolf Rd, the Midwest emo revivalists who shred like it's their lifeblood. If you haven’t screamed along to their cathartic anthems yet, consider this your initiation. They're joined by Davvn, the dazzling dream-pop duo whose ethereal vibes will transport you to a neon-lit reverie. Jack The Underdog brings a punk edge with lyrics that cut deeper than your ex's texts, while Hardly sets the stage with a lo-fi charm that’s as irresistibly raw as your favorite basement tapes. This lineup is a swirling vortex of sound, energy, and raw emotion that promises to make your heart race faster than your caffeine-fueled commute. Miss it at your own peril, but don't say we didn't warn you when your Insta feed is flooded with stories of a night that everyone will be talking about.
Dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool that is the Ray Bull: Please Stop Laughing Tour, a kaleidoscopic collision of satire and sound that's flipping the indie script. With Babehoven in tow, this tour is the musical equivalent of finding a vintage Twin Peaks tee at a Williamsburg thrift shop—unexpected, electric, and utterly essential. Ray Bull’s genre-defying beats and razor-sharp lyrics are the antidote to the mundane, promising a night where irony is the headliner and the encore is enlightenment. Doors creak open at 7pm, and for a cool $27.50 advance (or a spontaneous $30 day-of), you're not just buying a ticket; you're securing a front-row seat to the future of cool. Miss it, and you'll only have your FOMO to blame—because trust us, your friends' Instagram stories won't do it justice.
When was the last time you felt the gritty pulse of a true alt-rock revival? The Toadies are crashing back into the scene with the kind of raw energy that makes you want to dig out your vintage flannel and Doc Martens. These Texas legends are storming the stage with their signature mix of angst and adrenaline, reminding us why we fell in love with '90s rock in the first place. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage for the soul-starved. Expect to rub elbows with fellow music nomads while getting lost in tracks that feel like old friends. It's a night destined for the kind of memories that will echo in your eardrums long after the amps are switched off. Miss this, and you'll be the one scrolling through your feed with a serious case of FOMO.
CHAPSTICK: Rico Nasty, Empress Of, Flyana Boss (DJ SET) & many more
If your calendar isn't already marked for CHAPSTICK at The Bellwether, you're about to miss the sonic trip of the season. Curated by the tastemakers at Yeah Yeah Yas, Honeys & Formless, this lineup is the musical equivalent of a glitter bomb exploding in a vintage thrift shop. Front and center is the inimitable Rico Nasty, whose razor-sharp bars will leave you breathless. Empress Of is set to weave her ethereal pop spells, while Flyana Boss spins a DJ set that promises to be nothing short of transcendental. Indie darling Ally Evenson and the genre-hopping LA Exes round out this eclectic evening. Upgrade your night and slip into the Looking Glass Lounge—a VIP wonderland with a private bar and an exclusive grazing table that might just make you forsake your favorite dive bar snacks forever. With stage-adjacent views and the plushest private bathrooms on the scene, this is where you’ll want to be to catch every beat drop and bass wobble. The Bellwether is cashless, so bring your card and your coolest dance moves. The delivery delay is just a plot twist to keep you on your toes. See you stage-side, if you can snag a spot before the FOMO consumes you.
New Wave Night with Substance 101, PriMary & DJ Pete Phunk
Get ready to time warp at Joes on Weed for an unmissable New Wave Night. Substance 101, PriMary, and DJ Pete Phunk are set to drench the venue in a sonic tidal wave of nostalgia. This isn't your run-of-the-mill tribute gig—this is a full immersion into the emotive, synth-pulsating, dance-your-heart-out universe of The Cure, New Order, and Depeche Mode. Don't miss the chance to take a heady plunge into the past while firmly dancing in the present. Be warned—your hipster heart might just skip a beat.
MASON. | Jillian Shively | Justin Koolik
Clear your schedule and dust off your coolest threads because this Friday night is set to be a sonic revelation at the underground venue that doesn’t even have a name yet. MASON., the band that’s been sending ripples through the indie cosmos, is headlining with their electrifying mélange of garage rock and post-punk mystique. They're the kind of act that sends your soul spinning like a vinyl on caffeine. Joining them is Jillian Shively, the enigmatic siren whose haunting vocals and lo-fi dreamscapes feel like a whispered secret between friends at 3 a.m. And let’s not forget Justin Koolik, the synthpop wizard with a knack for crafting beats that make your heart skip and your feet move. This lineup is a masterclass in indie alchemy, promising a night where the music hits different and the vibes are immaculate. Miss this and risk a void in your social currency. Be there or forever wonder what epic felt like.
Get ready to dive deep into the sonic abyss as Prostitute, the enigmatic darlings of the underground, take over the back alley of your favorite speakeasy dive. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an initiation into a cult of raw, unfiltered sound that lingers like a forbidden secret. With riffs that slice through the smoke and vocals that echo like a haunted confession, Prostitute’s live show blurs the line between performance and experience. Expect a hypnotic fusion of grunge nostalgia and post-punk futurism that will have you questioning your very existence. If you’ve been on the hunt for a night that feels like a lucid dream with a killer soundtrack, consider your search over. Grab your blackest eyeliner and meet us at the edge of oblivion—this is where legends are born.
When the moon hangs low over Chicago, and the streets whisper secrets of the underground, all paths lead to Bottom Lounge for a night with LOUDERNOW. This isn't just another gig—it's a baptism by sound, a cathartic cascade of raw energy that only the true disciples of indie can fully appreciate. Forget soulless arena tours; this is where the real magic happens, a sweat-soaked communion of the coolest souls who still know that music is meant to be felt, not just heard. But remember, in a world where scams lurk like shadows, Bottom Lounge is your guide through the labyrinth of ticketing nightmares. Hold tight to your anticipation and check in three days before if tickets haven't graced your inbox. The indie scene's best-kept secret is out, and missing it would be like leaving the after-party before the sunrise set. FOMO? You should be feeling it already.
Dust off your Vans and gear up for a night that could redefine your existential crisis—in a good way. Vacations are rolling into town like a sonic tidal wave, ready to wash away your ennui with their sun-soaked riffs and dreamy melodies that feel like a long-lost mixtape from your cooler older sibling. This Aussie quartet, known for their lush, jangly soundscapes, are the antidote to your Spotify fatigue, bringing the kind of live energy that makes crowded basement gigs feel like a private concert for those who truly get it. Expect to sway, swoon, and maybe even shed a tear into your craft IPA as they whisk you away on a musical journey that flirts with nostalgia without ever getting stuck in the past. Prepare for your FOMO to hit record levels if you miss out on this one—Vacations are the kind of band that turns a Tuesday night into a transformative experience. Be there or forever regret scrolling through socials the next day.
If your weekend plans involve anything less than catching Dorian Electra at The Echo, you're doing it wrong. The sonic shapeshifter returns to L.A. with their boundary-pushing blend of hyperpop and campy theatrics, and this time they're bringing Oskie along for the ride. Imagine an electro-dystopian ballroom meets an underground rave, where every beat hits like a euphoria-charged jolt straight to your serotonin-deprived soul. This is the kind of lineup that has your cool friend's cool friend buzzing. Forget scrolling The Echo's Insta for recaps later—this is the night you'll want to say you were there, drenched in neon and cathartic beats. If you've ever wanted to see the future of pop music unfold in real-time, now's your chance.
This Friday night, dive headfirst into an auditory acid trip with The Dickies, the punk progenitors who paved the way for all your favorite garage rock gods. These OG misfits are storming back into the limelight with a set that's tighter than your vintage leather jacket and more electric than a Strokes’ riff. They'll be gracing the stage at [Venue], the same beloved dive where your best stories start and end—assuming you remember them, of course. Expect a riot of frenetic energy, blitzkrieg beats, and anarchic anthems that’ll have you pogo-ing like it’s CBGB in '77. Miss this? You might as well trade your vinyl collection for a Spotify playlist.
If your existential dread needs a dance partner this weekend, look no further than Gothicumbia's latest sonic séance. This boundary-pushing collective is rising from the underground with a sound that marries the brooding aesthetics of Bauhaus with the hypnotic rhythms of cumbia. Think of it as the musical lovechild of a Joy Division and Los Mirlos after-hours jam session. Their live shows are already the stuff of legend, with swirling fog machines, DIY strobe lights, and a sea of black-clad devotees. Doors creak open at 9pm for those 21 and over—because let's be real, you need a little liquid courage to dive headfirst into this kind of audio alchemy. Miss this, and you'll be the only one at brunch without a story to tell.
If you've still got an ounce of midnight oil to burn, The Red Party is where you'll want to do it. Presented by The Nite Church at the ever-iconic Mercury Lounge, this event is a siren call to the nocturnal souls of NYC. DJs Sean Templar and Jarek are about to unleash a sonic storm of goth, post-punk, and deathrock that promises to swirl you into an underground reverie. And just when you think you’ve reached peak darkness, Astari Nite will take the stage, casting shadows with their live performance that's more hypnotic than your favorite cult classic. Special guest DJ Hi-Fi Hillary will be spinning tracks that could resurrect Ian Curtis himself. At $15 a pop, it's basically a steal—like finding a first-pressing vinyl in your local thrift store. So dust off your creepers, slap on some smudged eyeliner, and be ready to dance like you're summoning spirits. The night is yours, but only if you dare. Doors open at 10—sleep is for the weak.
If your weekend agenda still has a gaping hole where euphoria should be, Bounce Pride is here to plug that void with a kaleidoscope of sound. This Saturday, descend into the technicolor dreamscape that is their latest gig—a sublime collision of glitter-drenched synthpop and unapologetic queer anthems. The venue? A secret loft in Bushwick that whispers tales of epic past sets. The crowd? A curated blend of fashion-forward misfits and sonic connoisseurs. Come for the music, stay for the revolutionary vibes and the chance to say you were there before Bounce Pride became the next big thing. Your future self's cooler Instagram feed will thank you.
Clear your schedule and prep your playlists—Cristoph and Layla Benitez are about to turn up the heat on your Friday night plans. Picture this: a cashless utopia where bottle service flows like dialogue in a Tarantino flick and every beat hits harder than your latest existential crisis. This 21+ sonic soirée promises a vibe so exclusive, even Drake would RSVP. But remember, StubHub is as unwelcome as an office email on a Saturday night. Snag your tickets through TicketWeb or TIXR and make sure your ID and ticket name match like the perfect pair of thrifted Doc Martens. Miss it and you'll be haunted by the ghost of sick nights not lived. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Alright, indie purists and sonic explorers, it's time to peel yourself off your well-worn couch and descend into a night of electrifying chaos. Enter Kayzo, the sound-shapeshifter who's been flipping the script on genre boundaries like a mad scientist set loose in a record store. If you've been sleeping under a rock—or maybe just too busy gatekeeping your latest vinyl finds—Kayzo is the alchemist fusing hardcore, punk, dubstep, and all the other sounds your cool cousin tried to school you on last Thanksgiving. This isn't just a show; it's a full-throttle, no-brakes journey through the sonic multiverse that'll have you questioning everything you knew about the EDM scene. Prepare your eardrums for a high-voltage reset and don't be shocked when you find yourself bragging about it for weeks. Catch Kayzo before he spins off to another dimension, and remember: this is the night you almost didn't make it to the coolest gig in town.
Day Trip feat. Westend, Justin Martin, Dansyn, Marta
Clear your calendars, cool cats, because Day Trip is about to redefine your Friday night. This isn't just another night out—it's an expedition into the heart of electronic euphoria. Picture this: Westend's basslines rumbling through your soul, Justin Martin spinning sonic silk, Dansyn weaving rhythms that make the floor pulse, and Marta, that synth sorceress, casting spells with every keystroke. This is where beats meet bliss, and it's all happening in a venue so cutting-edge they’ve gone cashless. Bottle service and VIP sections await those who roll deep with their crew. Just remember to snag your tickets from TicketWeb or TIXR, because the universe of third-party resellers is a black hole where your entry dreams go to die. Slip into your freshest threads, grab your ID, and step through the portal into a night where the only currency is the beat and your only worry is that it will end.
Clear your calendar and silence your group chat—this is the triple threat you didn’t know you needed. Pondless is ready to flood the room with their ethereal soundscapes, a shoegaze dream that's pure auditory nostalgia for your inner 90s kid. Diamanta's set promises to be a glittering escapade of synthpop sorcery that'll make you feel as if you’ve fallen into an alternate universe where the dance floor is the only thing that matters. Then there's LoudEye, the post-punk insurgents shaking up the scene with razor-sharp riffs and lyrics that cut deeper than your ex’s last mixtape. With doors opening at 5 p.m. for this 18+ sonic soirée, you’ll want to score your $15 ticket now—before you’re left outside scrolling through everyone else’s stories and wondering how you missed the night everyone will still be talking about when the sun comes up.
Dylan Charles | Brian Ripps | Lindsay Jordan
Prepare to dive deep into the sonic whirlpool that is Dylan Charles, Brian Ripps, and Lindsay Jordan—three indie alchemists who are set to transmute your Friday night into something otherworldly. Charles, with his mesmerizing guitar loops, will take you on a kaleidoscopic journey that feels like a Wes Anderson montage met an acid trip. Ripps, the troubadour with a voice that could melt artisanal butter, promises to wrap you in his emotive storytelling, each lyric a breadcrumb leading you through the labyrinth of his soul. And then there's Lindsay Jordan, the synth wizard whose beats drip with an ethereal glow, as if Grimes and Aphex Twin got lost together in a neon forest. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for every hipster who claims to have seen it all. Don't say we didn't warn you when you find yourself ditching your plans just to claim bragging rights on Monday morning.
This Friday night, the stars align at your favorite dive where sticky floors and twinkling fairy lights set the stage for an unmissable trifecta. Cabin Fever—the band, not your current mood—will catapult you into a dreamscape with their kaleidoscopic riffs and lyrics that feel like stolen pages from your diary. Following them, Daisymaker blends nostalgia with novelty, weaving synthpop tapestries that shimmer like a neon daydream. Closing out the night, Birds? (yes, the question mark is intentional) will have you questioning everything you thought you knew about post-punk—think existential crises set to a killer bassline. Miss this show, and risk being the only one at brunch with nothing to rave about.
Prepare your eardrums for a sonic blitzkrieg as Amyl and the Sniffers crash land in the city, dragging Party Dozen along for the riot. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-on punk rock baptism by fire, with Amy Taylor’s vocals cutting through the noise like a buzzsaw on a vendetta. The Aussie quartet's electric energy is more potent than a double shot of espresso injected straight into your veins, and Party Dozen's experimental noise will have you questioning your grip on reality in the best way possible. This is the show your future self will regret missing while you’re stuck in some lame Netflix binge. So ditch the midweek ennui, dig out your most tattered band tee, and get ready to thrash around in a mosh pit that'll feel like a chaotic hug from the universe. Trust us, your existential crisis can wait—this night can’t.
FASHN, Namesake, Cameron William Thomas Smith
Brace yourself, cool kids: this weekend, your soul will thank you for ditching your usual dive and heading to the underground lair where FASHN, Namesake, and Cameron William Thomas Smith are set to blow minds and melt hearts. FASHN is the sonic equivalent of thrifted leather jackets and neon lights flickering at 3 AM—think post-punk rhythms colliding with glam rock flair. Namesake brings a raw, unfiltered energy that's like finding an original pressing of your favorite garage band in the dollar bin. And Cameron William Thomas Smith? He's the musical enigma crafting soundscapes that feel like a lucid dream inside a Wes Anderson film—quirky, cinematic, and utterly captivating. Missing this trifecta of talent would be like skipping out on the secret afterparty where all the real magic happens. So, dust off your coolest kicks, grab your ride-or-die crew, and prepare for a night where every chord, every beat, and every moment is curated just for you and the rest of the scene's elite. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Spin your vinyl of ennui no more; Artikal Sound System is slated to reverberate through your stagnant airwaves with a resonating impact. This isn't just another band to nonchalantly chug your PBR to; it's a sonic voyage that absorbs all your apathy and replaces it with an insatiable craving for more. And with the details of their supporting act cloaked in mystery under the intriguing nomenclature, Tba, the anticipation is palatable enough to kick your blasé heart into overdrive. This reggae-infused collective's masterful blend of dub echoes and honey-dripping rhythms promises to be the antidote to your jaded spirit. Their sound washes over you like a cosmic wave, drenching your senses in deliciously saturated grooves and ethereal harmonies. Even the most bored music fanatics find themselves snared in the sonic spiderweb that Artikal Sound System spins—leaving you aching for more in the afterglow of their audial embrace. Don't resist, ride the wave.
Rostam - American Stories Tour with Henry Solomon presented by Thalia Hall and Audiotree
If your calendar's feeling a bit too predictably curated lately, Rostam's American Stories Tour is the antidote you didn't know you needed. This is not just another night out—it's an exploration of indie brilliance, helmed by Rostam, the maestro behind the soundtracks of our lives. From his Vampire Weekend days to crafting sonic landscapes for basically everyone you love (Frank Ocean, HAIM, Solange, the list goes on), Rostam has shaped the very fabric of alt-pop. Now, with his third studio album looming like an impending indie revelation, he's taking American Stories on the road, and trust us, missing this would be a rookie mistake. With Henry Solomon's saxophone genius in tow, expect a night that’s as much about narrative poetry as it is about vibey beats. It all goes down at Thalia Hall, presented by the tastemakers at Audiotree. You can hear the whispers of "I was there" already echoing through the timeline—don't sleep on it or you'll be that person reading about it the next day, nursing a serious case of FOMO.
Heads up, sonic explorers and jaded scenesters—this one's for you. Jessica Baio is crashing through the mundane with The Other Side Tour, and she's bringing Johnny Huynh along for the ride. Think ethereal vocals that feel like a hug from your favorite sweater, wrapped in synths that shimmer like a disco ball in an abandoned warehouse. This isn't just another night at The Echo; it's a full-on aural odyssey. The kind of show where you lose yourself in the music and maybe find a piece of your soul that got lost in the shuffle. Slide into 1154 Glendale Blvd, and let's make some memories that feel like a secret handshake only the cool kids know. Trust us—it beats another night of scrolling through SoundCloud looking for your next obsession.
Dive into the sonic kaleidoscope of your dreams this Saturday night as SRIYAM, Malachy Breen, and Alexandra Dylan converge for a lineup that promises to be the talk of your group chat for weeks. Picture this: SRIYAM's lush soundscapes wrap around you like a warm velvet cloak, with beats that could double as a serotonin supplement. Malachy Breen’s ethereal vocals and haunting guitar riffs will have you floating somewhere between reality and the last dream you had about escaping to a cabin in the woods. Alexandra Dylan rounds out the night, weaving synth lines so infectious you’ll wonder if she’s hacked the mainframe of your mind. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a pilgrimage to the heart of what makes the indie scene pulsate. Doors at 8pm, but the real magic starts when you and your crew step inside. $17 now or $20 day of—consider it a small price for a ticket to transcendence.
Anti-Everything, Gray Ghost, Kat Baptista
Hold onto your vintage band tees and prepare for a sonic pilgrimage that promises to eclipse your most epic house party tales. Anti-Everything's anarchic riffs are set to ignite the stage with the kind of energy that could make a garage collapse in ecstasy. Gray Ghost will then spirit you away into their atmospheric post-punk abyss—think Joy Division if they were resurrected in a Bushwick loft. And just when you think you've caught your breath, Kat Baptista will hit you with synthpop anthems so infectious they could cure your seasonal affective disorder. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for the blissfully disenchanted. Miss it, and you might as well delete your Instagram.
alana amore colvin | Kenyon Duncan & Kite Shepherd | food court people
Get ready to redefine your Tuesday night malaise with an indie lineup that might just become the soundtrack to your newly curated life. Alana Amore Colvin will open the floodgates of emotion with her ethereal vocals and textured dream-pop, making you feel like you're floating in a Lynchian fever dream, minus the creepy red curtains. Kenyon Duncan & Kite Shepherd follow with a set that’s a sonic tapestry woven from the threads of post-punk and chillwave, balancing chaos and calm like a well-poured espresso martini. And just when you think you've reached peak cool, Food Court People will swoop in to redefine your notion of synthpop, layering beats so catchy they’ll haunt your late-night bodega runs. This isn’t just a lineup; it’s a narrative arc written in reverb and raw talent. Clear your calendar, because your future self will thank you.
VLSF + KCRW Presents: Closebye w/ NUFFER & Mikey LaSusa
When the cultural titans at VLSF and KCRW team up, you know they’re about to conjure a night that’s nothing short of electric. Mark your calendars for June 14, when the indie cosmos aligns to bring you Closebye, NUFFER, and Mikey LaSusa under one roof. It's the kind of lineup that makes your old festival wristbands tingle with nostalgia. Closebye’s vibe-heavy melodies will make you feel like you're floating in a dreamscape woven from the finest threads of shoegaze and synthpop. NUFFER is set to keep the energy pulsing like a neon heartbeat, their sound a cosmic collision of art-rock intricacies and raw basement energy. And let's not forget Mikey LaSusa, the kind of artist whose name you mention casually at after-parties to earn instant cred. With doors opening at 9:30pm and a mere $15 entry fee, this all-ages gig is more than just a show—it's the gateway to your next sonic obsession. Don't be the one reading about it on your friend's Substack later.
Prepare to have your ennui obliterated. This Friday night, The Cowboys are galloping into town with their brand of garage rock that’s as raw and satisfying as a perfectly worn-in leather jacket. Think chaotic guitar riffs that summon the spirit of The Replacements, paired with lyrics that’ll keep your brain engaged long after the last chord fades. Joining the lineup is Brower, the glam-infused project that’s all glitter and grit, like Bowie’s ghost decided to crash a basement party. And don’t sleep on Sonny Falls, whose lo-fi, existential jams will make you feel like you’re floating in a warm, fuzzy existential crisis. This is the kind of gig that’ll have you texting the group chat all caps “WHERE ARE YOU” from the front row. Miss it and risk being that person who only hears about the legendary night...after it’s already legendary.
Sadie Sandler, Elliot Higgins, Anya Yalamanchili
Nestled in the heart of the hazy indie underworld, Sadie Sandler, Elliot Higgins, and Anya Yalamanchili are the triumvirate of lo-fi dreams you didn’t know you needed. Imagine the sonic lovechild of a Velvet Underground basement session with a touch of Phoebe Bridgers' existential whisper—all marinated in a DIY ethos that's more authentic than the line at Roberta's. Sandler's ethereal vocals float alongside Higgins' raw, jangly guitar riffs, while Yalamanchili's synths weave a tapestry of nostalgia and future vibes. It’s the kind of gig that will make you swear you discovered them first, even if the rest of us got that same memo. Doors creak open at 5pm—bring your coolest self or risk being just another face in the crowd. At 12 bucks a pop, it’s cheaper than your oat milk latte habit but infinitely more soul-satisfying. Dive in, and let the FOMO begin.
Cancel your plans and unironically dust off those Doc Martens because this Saturday, the heart of the indie universe is pulsing at the Cloister Room. Venetian Blinds, cult pioneers of post-melancholic shoegaze, are back to hypnotize us with their reverb-drenched anthems. Imagine if Kevin Shields and Slowdive had a lovechild who exclusively shops at vintage vinyl stores—yeah, it's that good. Sharing the stage, Paper Lady will craft ethereal dreamscapes with their synthpop symphonies, sure to make even the most stoic wallflowers sway. And just when you think your soul couldn't handle more sonic bliss, Sara Sloan will take you on a raw, introspective journey with her lyrical prowess and haunting vocals that echo in your chest long after the night ends. Prepare for an audio baptism, my friends. This isn’t just a gig; it's your next personality.
Week three of NoFun Fest is like stumbling upon a secret gig in the basement of a Williamsburg dive where the walls sweat pure reverb and the air is thick with the scent of vintage vinyl. This Saturday, the lineup reads like a who's who of the next wave in indie: think dream-pop riffs that melt into post-punk grooves, courtesy of headliners Velvet Haze, whose lead guitarist plays like he's channeling Kevin Shields through a kaleidoscope of fuzz pedals. And don't sleep on the enigmatic synth sorcerers Digital Ghosts, who'll be summoning an analog dystopia that feels like the soundtrack to a cyberpunk prom. Between sets, expect to rub elbows with that one guy who swears he was at Sonic Youth's first show, all while sipping on locally-brewed IPAs with names as obscure as the B-sides blaring over the speakers. This isn’t just a gig; it's the kind of night that becomes a whispered legend among those who were there and a regretful sigh from those who missed it.
Get ready to shake off your ennui, because Sasha Dobson is about to redefine your Friday night. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for those who know the real heartbeat of the indie scene. Sasha, the siren of smoky lounges and secret shows, blends jazz-infused vocals with a laid-back indie charm that's as elusive as that vinyl pressing you've been chasing. Imagine the atmospheric allure of a Wes Anderson soundtrack with a hint of Brooklyn grit, and you’re halfway there. Word on the street is she might drop a few tracks from her upcoming project, so come ready to brag you heard it before it blew up. Grab your vintage leather and existential musings—this is the one you'll be kicking yourself for missing.
Brett Cameron Steinberg, Believe In Ghost!, Kate Keller
Dive into the sonic kaleidoscope this Friday night where the only ghosts you'll encounter are the hauntingly beautiful lyrics of Brett Cameron Steinberg. Riding the rip tide of your favorite existential crisis, his set promises to unravel the threads of your soul one reverb-drenched chord at a time. Right after, Believe In Ghost! will transport you to a dimension where synthpop dreams collide with your wildest vintage Casio fantasies. And if you think you can handle more, Kate Keller will be closing the night with her bittersweet serenades that feel like a caffeine rush through a noir-filtered Paris street. This trifecta of indie magnificence is your chance to be where the vibe is 21+, the doors swing open at 6pm, and the cover is just enough to keep the posers away—$12 if you're ahead of the game, $15 if you're fashionably late. It's set to be the kind of night that will make your Spotify Wrapped look like child's play. See you in the front row, or hear about it from your coolest friend's TikTok.
If you haven’t yet sunk into the sonic whirlpool that is The Thing Is, consider this your wake-up call. This band is the secret ingredient your Spotify playlist has been missing, and they're about to hit the stage of that unmarked club you keep pretending you know about. Imagine Radiohead had a love child with Tame Impala, raised on the glitchy streets of Brooklyn, and you’re halfway there. Their lush soundscapes and hypnotic beats are the perfect antidote to your mid-week ennui, and trust me, the serendipity of catching their live set will make you the envy of your vinyl-collecting crew. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims they’re clued into the indie scene. So, grab your coolest jacket and prepare to join the ranks of those who can say, "I was there before they blew up."
ALL THE FEELINGS TOUR with METRIC, BROKEN SOCIAL SCENE, AND STARS
Brace yourselves, cool cats and indie aficionados—it’s time to dive headfirst into a nostalgia bath at the ALL THE FEELINGS TOUR. Metric, Broken Social Scene, and Stars are teaming up for a sonic odyssey that promises to be as transformative as your first house party in a Williamsburg loft. Metric is pairing up with PLUS1, so every ticket is a gateway to equity and social justice, meaning your conscience can crowd-surf alongside you. Imagine Emily Haines under those stage lights, casting shadows that dance along to "Help I'm Alive," while Broken Social Scene weaves a tapestry of sound that’s as intricate and chaotic as your Spotify playlists. Top it off with Stars providing the perfect celestial coda, transporting you back to those mixtape days of yore. This isn’t just a gig; it's an existential recalibration. Grab your tickets now, or forever hold your Insta-envy.
Ready to jolt your senses and shake off that existential dread? Head to the dive that’s about to host the sonic trifecta you didn’t know you needed. Gottlieb, Palace Guard, and Lavender are assembling for a night that promises more than just decibel-induced tinnitus. Gottlieb will kick things off with their art-punk chaos, turning every note into a visceral experience. Palace Guard follows, serving up post-rock anthems that build like a late-night conversation teetering between existential and euphoric. Lavender closes out the night with synthpop so lush it feels like diving headfirst into a neon dream. This isn't just a gig; it's the soundtrack to your next main character moment. Miss it, and you might just miss the future of your playlist.
Ditch your midweek monotony and step into the ethereal embrace of City of the Sun at Alta Vista. Picture this: a sonic journey crafted by the hands of John Pita, Zach Para, Matt Fasano, and Marco Bolfelli, all under the alchemic touch of Phil Ek. Their latest opus, Under the Moon, is your passport to a world where soundscapes morph like a kaleidoscope—from the sunlit surf of Angeles to the shadowy allure of Bajo la Luna. It’s not just music; it’s a cinematic experience that wraps around you like a dream you never want to wake from. Get ready to lose yourself in the twilight haze of desert rock and Mediterranean melodies, because this is the show that will have everyone talking, and you’ll want to say you were there. Doors at 8, magic at 9—don’t miss your chance to step inside the film of your very own night.
If you haven't yet surrendered to the lush, dreamlike soundscapes of Morning Silk, consider this your siren call. This Saturday, they’re set to transform the dimly lit caverns of Baby’s All Right into a shimmering oasis of indie pop bliss. With synths that shimmer like the last golden hour of summer and vocals that wrap around you like a velvet hug, Morning Silk is the band that your favorite band is secretly obsessed with. Their live set promises an immersive experience that flirts with nostalgia while hurtling you forward into some kind of blissed-out utopia. Picture a sonic love child of Beach House and Tame Impala raised on a steady diet of 90s shoegaze and you’re halfway there. Forget about scrolling through your ex’s new playlist and get ready to lose yourself in Morning Silk’s ethereal vibes. Your only regret will be not dragging more friends along for the ride.
If you’re looking to break free from your Spotify algorithm echo chamber, the Moroccan Lounge has the perfect antidote: Eleazar with Poe Leos. On June 16th, these sound sorcerers are set to redefine your concept of a live gig. Eleazar's ethereal dream pop will sweep you into a sonic reverie, their shimmering synths and lush guitar lines weaving a tapestry that's as mesmerizing as it is moving. And just when you think you've reached the peak of the experience, Poe Leos steps in with their genre-defying, bilingual bangers that seamlessly blend neo-soul with a dash of future-forward R&B. It's a night tailor-made for the all-ages crowd that still remembers the thrill of sneaking into basement shows, but now craves a sound that's matured like a fine natural wine. At $18 in advance, it’s a steal—cheaper than your last Uber Eats splurge. Pay $20 at the door if you must, but don't say we didn't warn you when it sells out faster than a Supreme drop. Doors at 9:30—be there, or spend the next month pretending your room is the Moroccan Lounge while you replay grainy Instagram stories.
Tucked away in the sonic underbelly of the indie scene, an underrated gem is primed to explode: Flawed Mangoes. This duo melds ambient electro beats with indie pop sensibilities and a dash of synth magic to birth a sound that is as intoxicating as it is unique. Imagine if Tame Impala's hazy, hypnotic textures met MGMT’s electric feel, with a sprinkle of Grizzly Bear's emotional depth. That's Flawed Mangoes. Their live sets are a luscious dream world—just close your eyes and let the ethereal soundscapes, pulsating with both edge and elegance, wash over you. If you've been languishing in the monotony of the same old gigs, Flawed Mangoes offers the jolt of revitalization your music-loving soul craves. Don't miss the chance to partake in the deliciously decadent banquet of beats they're serving up. You'll leave satiated but somehow craving more.
The Strokes - Reality Awaits North America
Get ready to unshell those earbuds and trade the solitude of Spotify for the communion of the crowd, because The Strokes are about to paint the continent with their Reality Awaits North America tour. Known for their grittily polished sound and unapologetic attitude that bleeds into every riff, The Strokes are the kind of band that makes your bones hum and your heart beat to the rhythm of their anthem-like tracks. The title of the tour itself, 'Reality Awaits', is a clear manifesto for the band - they're not here to be your background noise, they're the soundtrack of the now, the pulse of the streets, the soundtrack for a generation longing for connection in a world of distractions. So, grab your faded band tees, dust off your Dr. Martens, and brace yourself for a night of heady nostalgia and electrifying newness. Because this won't just be a gig—it'll be a goddamn celebration of what it means to be young, reckless, and incredibly alive in the chaos of today.
United Center Pre-Show Party: The Strokes 5:30-7:30pm
Before the main act of The Strokes ignites the stage at the United Center, there's an exclusive pre-show party worth skipping your favorite dive bar for. No, this isn't a typical, humdrum warm-up event. It's a golden ticket into a private club tucked away in the East Atrium. Picture this: your favorite Strokes' track is playing on a loop in your head as you sip on two complimentary drinks - the kind that make your insides glow and loosen your limbs. You're nibbling on light appetizers that surprise you with their taste—no cardboard pizza slices here. You're surrounded by fellow indie heads, swapping theories about the band's setlist. The best part? You get an early bird pass to the merch. Get your hands on the limited edition tees before they sell out and become another myth in the indie universe. This isn't a gig, it's an experience. And remember, The Strokes themselves won't be there, but with that electric energy in the air, you'll swear you can feel their presence.
Leftover Crack, Sadplant, the Dollheads, Mikey Classic and His Demons
Clear your calendar and grab your earplugs—tonight, punk's rebellious spirit detonates at the city's hidden gem of a venue. Leftover Crack storms the stage with their signature blend of ska-punk chaos and anarchic charm, spearheading a lineup that promises to redefine "meltdown." Union 13 delivers their fiery, politically-charged anthems, revving the crowd with a sonic Molotov cocktail of hardcore punk meets Latin roots. Spaceman Bob will take you on a psychedelic punk odyssey, and trust me, you won't need to be high to feel like you're floating in zero gravity. Human Issue, the scene's best-kept secret, and Informal Society round out the roster, each packing riffs that rumble like an underground subway. This is more than a gig—it's a rallying cry for the disenchanted and a sanctuary for the misfits. If you miss it, you'll hear the rumbles from your bedroom and wish you'd been part of the revolution.
The Orange Blossoms | OK King | Bovine Bandits | Morgan Cole Brown
This Friday night, the universe conspires to align at the intersection of sonic bliss and total eargasm at one of the grittiest, most talked-about hideaways in town. The Orange Blossoms are set to deliver their signature kaleidoscope of jangly riffs and lyrical nostalgia that’ll make you feel like you’re floating in a Wes Anderson dreamscape. Your ears will thank you later. Next up, OK King—a synth wizardry trio whose beats are so infectious they’d make even Daft Punk consider coming out of retirement. Then, brace yourself for the riotous energy of Bovine Bandits, the punk cowboys who’ve been known to turn any venue into a honky-tonk mosh pit. And to top it all off, the enigmatic Morgan Cole Brown will weave his ethereal folk tales, practically demanding a campfire singalong. Pack your sense of wonder and prepare for a night that promises to redefine your Spotify algorithm—and maybe your life.
Young the Giant - Victory Garden Tour with Cold War Kids
Imagine a night where indie rock royalty holds court and you're invited to witness the inner sanctum. Young the Giant, those purveyors of anthemic introspection, are hitting the road with their Victory Garden Tour, and they're bringing Cold War Kids along for the ride. Yes, that Cold War Kids—the sonic architects behind the soundtrack to your most existential Tuesday nights. Picture it: a venue vibrating with the echoes of "Cough Syrup" and "First," as the crowd becomes a living, breathing organism, swaying in unison to songs that are practically etched into the millennial psyche. It’s not just a concert; it’s a pilgrimage for those who’ve spent countless hours with headphones on, drowning out the mundane. This is the show where the sonic legends of your playlists materialize, and missing it is like skipping the afterparty of the century. Don’t just hear about it; be about it.
Luna Sea Performing with the Soap Girls At the Signature Saloon In STR
If your soul's been starving for a sonic feast, Luna Sea's upcoming gig with the Soap Girls at the Signature Saloon in STR is the all-you-can-eat buffet of the year. Imagine this: a gritty venue where the walls sweat stories of legends past, now vibrating with the ethereal echoes of Luna Sea's celestial melodies. These veterans of the shoegaze skyline will take you on a sound voyage through galaxies of fuzz and feedback, leaving you in a dreamstate that even your latest ASMR obsession couldn't match. Pair that with the Soap Girls, whose raw, rebellious energy and infectious hooks are the sonic Molotov cocktail you've been craving. This isn't just a concert; it's the kind of once-in-a-blue-moon alignment that makes you grateful you never traded your soul for a 9-to-5. Get ready to transcend the mundane and experience a night that promises to be as unforgettable as your first secret show in a Brooklyn basement.
The Soap Girls *Rebel Dna World Tour 2026* Performing At the Signature
You've got your finger on the pulse, so you've probably already heard whispers of The Soap Girls' *Rebel DNA World Tour 2026* crashing into The Signature. These Parisian rebels have been tearing up stages with their unapologetically raw punk ethos and infectious riot grrrl energy. Imagine if Kathleen Hanna and Debbie Harry had a lovechild raised on diet-coke-fueled rage and glittery anarchy. This isn't just a gig; it's a baptism by fire for those who live life on the edge of the mainstream. Get ready to mosh with the mythic, scream your soul out, and find yourself in the eye of a hurricane crescendo that the coolest corners of the internet will be buzzing about until next year. Miss this, and you're basically admitting you'd rather be scrolling through TikTok than living it. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Clear your calendar and dust off your Docs—Black Fortune is about to light up your life with a sonic storm that'll make even the most stoic Brooklynite crack a smile. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-on experience that will have you questioning why you ever thought you'd outgrown the thrill of live music. Imagine the sonic marriage of post-punk grit and synth-laden euphoria, with lyrics that cut deeper than your favorite tattered zine. Black Fortune's live shows are legendary in the underground circuit, where sweaty, euphoric nights stretch into the early hours under flickering neon lights. Join the epic congregation at 7PM, where the only thing cooler than the music is the crowd you're about to meet. Pro tip: Get there early—this one's gonna be packed. FOMO? You bet.
TAZ: ‘Was It Worth It’ Release Party w/s/g DJ Noah Prebish
Get ready to recalibrate your Friday night plans because TAZ is about to drop their latest sonic revelation, "Was It Worth It," and trust me, every beat is worth the existential crisis. This release party is where the indie elite will converge, a kaleidoscope of sound and style that could make even the most seasoned scenester ditch their Netflix queue. With DJ Noah Prebish spinning tracks so fresh they might just melt your vintage Doc Martens, you'll find yourself dancing in a haze of synth-laden euphoria. This isn't just a gig; it's a movement, a moment, a must. Miss it, and you'll be the one asking if it was worth it. Spoiler: It totally was.
King Falcon, Cinema Stereo, Flash Flash Comfort
Prepare your coolest kicks and get ready to dive deep into the sonic abyss this weekend, because a triple-header that's hotter than a mid-July basement show is about to hit. King Falcon is swooping in with their electrifying riffs and swaggering grooves that'll make you feel like you're riding shotgun in a Tarantino flick. They're joined by Cinema Stereo, the band that effortlessly merges vintage vibes with future sounds, creating a technicolor dreamscape that even David Lynch would envy. And just when you think you can't handle any more aural ecstasy, Flash Flash Comfort will envelop you in their lush, shimmering synth waves, turning the venue into the most transcendent dance floor this side of the cosmos. If you've ever scrolled through Instagram at 3 AM, suffering from a serious case of FOMO, this is the gig that'll finally make you put down your phone and actually live. Don't say we didn't warn you.
House heads and nocturnal groove seekers, prepare to pry yourselves off the couch because Chris Lake is about to shake your weekend plans into something worthy of a next-day Instagram flex. This isn't just another DJ gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage to the alleys of underground house where basslines are worshipped like the holy grail. Picture this: a warehouse venue that hasn't yet graced the 'gram, lights pulsing like an electrocardiogram of your soul, and a crowd that's more about connection than clout. Lake, the maestro of melodic mischief, will be spinning the kind of tracks that make your heart rate sync with the BPM. If you miss this, don't blame us when your friends recount tales of bass drops that melted their third-eye open. Get your tickets, lace up those dancing shoes, and prepare for a night that'll make a Monday morning hangover feel like a badge of honor.
If your weekend plans aren't already locked in, consider this your wake-up call. Daisy Grenade is about to detonate a sonic explosion that’ll reverberate through your very core. On the lineup: the enigmatic Vienna Vienna, who’ll flood the space with their synth-laden daydreams, and the riotous energy of Stupid Lucky, guaranteed to make your heart race faster than your first illegal rooftop gig. Doors swing open at 7 p.m., but you'll want to be front and center, clutching a $21 ticket like it's Charlie's last golden invite. And here's the cherry on top: a buck from every ticket sold goes to Let's Give A Damn, so your night of euphoria will come with a side of good karma. Whether you're a seasoned scene-ster or a curious newcomer, Daisy Grenade promises a jolt of youthful rebellion you won't want to miss.
If you're lurking on the periphery of indie coolness and haven't yet dipped your toes into Hernan Cattaneo's sonic kaleidoscope, consider this your wake-up call. This Argentinian maestro is descending upon our concrete jungle, armed with the kind of progressive house beats that could make even the most stoic hipster trade their craft IPA for a dancefloor epiphany. Imagine a soundscape where atmospheric layers meet hypnotic rhythms, and every beat drop feels like a shared secret between friends in a dimly lit basement club. This isn't just a set; it's a transcendental journey through the soundwaves of electronic euphoria. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through envious IG stories, wishing you were there to experience the pulse of the underground scene in its purest form.
JOHNNY REV / THE HALLOW / SCUF / TED STRIKER
Clear your calendar and brace yourself for an unapologetically raw night of sonic alchemy as JOHNNY REV, THE HALLOW, SCUF, and TED STRIKER converge in what promises to be a seismic shake-up of the indie underbelly. JOHNNY REV will drag you through a gritty, guitar-heavy wonderland that feels like stumbling out of a David Lynch film—and loving it. THE HALLOW follows with ethereal soundscapes that are less band and more séance, summoning spirits from the shoegaze afterlife. SCUF cranks up the distortion with their basement-bred anthems, the kind that make you want to start your own zine just to capture the chaos. Closing the night, TED STRIKER unleashes a synthpop blitzkrieg that whispers nostalgia but screams futurism, all while making you dance like you’re in a John Hughes film that never got made. This isn’t just a gig—it’s your new obsession. Don’t be the one hearing about it secondhand.
Dive headfirst into a sonic wonderland this Friday as Specialists team up with Social Creatures for a night that promises to transcend the usual gig grind. Specialists, with their eclectic blend of art-rock and post-punk, are known for turning any venue into an auditory playground where lyrical wit meets danceable chaos. Their live shows are an unpredictable mix of cerebral and visceral, like Talking Heads got a lift from LCD Soundsystem. Joining them are Social Creatures, purveyors of synthpop with a soul, who’ve been making waves in the underground with their infectious hooks and dreamy soundscapes. Think of them as the lovechild of Grimes and Beach House, raised in a Brooklyn loft brimming with vintage synths and existential philosophy books. Expect a kaleidoscope of sound that will have your heart swaying and your mind wandering. This isn't just another gig. It's an invitation to escape the mundane and immerse yourself in a night where the music pulses in your veins and the crowd feels like family. Wear your dancing shoes, bring your open mind, and get ready to be part of something you'll be talking about in whispers over cold brew for months to come.
Clear your calendar and brace yourself for a night that'll redefine your understanding of chill. Bo Napoleon and Siaosi are about to drop a vibe shift at one of the city's most intimate venues. Imagine this: a seamless blend of island reggae and silky smooth vocals that feels like sipping a Mai Tai on a beach at sunset, but you're actually in the guts of the city with a crowd that's too cool for TikTok. Bo Napoleon's laid-back authenticity meshes with Siaosi's soulful flair, crafting a soundscape that's both familiar and refreshingly unexpected. If you've been craving a sonic escape from the mundane, this is your golden ticket. It's the kind of show where you'll pretend you knew them before they hit your Discover Weekly, but deep down, you're just grateful you showed up. Get ready to feel the waves without leaving the concrete jungle.
Get ready to shake off the ennui of your banal weeknight routine with a vibe-drenched evening at the House of Blues Chicago, starring the heart-thrashing beats of South House. Doors creak open at 9PM, and trust us, you'll want to be there from the first strum. Forget about age- the only passport you'll need is one for postmodern, sonic ecstasy (though, yes, you do actually need a valid ID if you're under 21). Amidst the sea of forgettable indie sameness, South House stands tall, a colossus of resonance that'll send shivers down your spine and goosebumps up your arm. Also, HOB Chicago is an uncompromising standing-room-only venue—so leave your pretentious seating preferences at home. Support acts are as fluid as a dream pop soundscape, so expect the unexpected. Upgrade your experience? Sure, but how do you improve on perfection?
Parker Barrow, One for the Ditch, the Stem Lords
Get ready to dive headfirst into an indie trifecta that'll have your coolest friend's cool friend texting you for guest list spots. Parker Barrow, One for the Ditch, and the Stem Lords are converging for a night of musical alchemy that's set to redefine your understanding of what it means to vibe. Parker Barrow's gritty, unvarnished rock is like finding a leather jacket in a thrift store that fits just right—effortlessly cool and impossible to forget. One for the Ditch is here to keep you swaying with their whiskey-soaked Americana that feels like a late-night drive through neon-soaked streets. Meanwhile, the Stem Lords are poised to drop a synth-heavy space opera that'll have even the most stoic hipster dancing like no one's watching. This night promises a sonic journey that'll make your Spotify playlist feel like a ghost town. Meet us there or hear about it endlessly over overpriced coffee.
If you're in the mood to transcend the mundane this weekend, Dallas Wax is your ticket to sonic nirvana. This isn't just another night out—it's a pilgrimage to the heart of indie psychedelia. Picture this: swirling synths and guitars that melt like crayon under a scorching Texas sun, all dripping with enough reverb to make even Kevin Shields blush. And that's just the opener. Joining them are Certain Death, whose post-punk riffs hit like a shot of espresso in a blackout club, and Bonny, the synthpop savant crafting melancholic anthems that make heartbreak feel like an art form. Doors creak open at 9pm, beckoning you into a night where basslines are the only safety net you'll need. With tickets at $15 in advance, it's cheaper than your last Uber Eats order. So, pry yourself from that Netflix stupor and dive into a night of auditory alchemy. Life's too short to miss the show everyone will be talking about on Monday.
Cancel your plans and dust off those dancing shoes, because VSSL is throwing the kind of anniversary party that Brooklyn’s after-hours myths are made of. For 14 years, they've been the undercurrent keeping the city's pulse alive, and they're teaming up with Bite Nite for a sonic soirée that’s pure alchemy. Phase Fatale, the dark prince of Bite Records, is gracing us with a rare live set that promises to shake the very foundations of your sonic soul. This is the moment where post-punk techno meets the void and whispers back secrets in the language of bass and distortion. The night’s lineup reads like a manifesto for those who crave sound adventures: Unhuman’s avant-garde beats, Sharlese’s genre-defying mixes, and the unstoppable synergy of VSSL’s resident wizards, Remy Marc and Josh Beck. And let’s not forget the OG architect of this nocturnal utopia, Genevieve D, who will unspool her magic with the elegance of a vinyl sorceress. Miss this, and you'll be left on the outside of an inside joke that’ll echo through the scene for months to come.
Clear your Friday night plans and prepare to have your socks metaphorically (and maybe literally) rocked off by VeryPride!, the genre-fluid maestros who’ve been single-handedly redefining what it means to be cool in the 21st century. This ain't just another gig; it’s an existential experience wrapped in fuzz-laden guitar riffs and kaleidoscopic synth lines that hit harder than your yearly existential crisis. Hosted at Outset, the venue that’s basically the CBGB of our generation, this standing-room-only spectacle is your exclusive passport to the kind of night you'll be humble-bragging about for months. Think sweat-slicked walls echoing your latest favorite "I knew them before they were big" band, and a crowd so vibey, even the Instagram influencers in attendance can't help but put their phones down for a hot second. With a strict 18+ policy and an ID check so thorough even your fake ID stories will get nostalgic, this is the indie pilgrimage that calls for radical authenticity. Make sure you've got your most comfortable pair of vintage sneaks on, because once you’re in, there’s no re-entry. So, grab your gang (but remember, there’s a six-ticket max—don’t be greedy, share the love) and let VeryPride! make your Friday night the stuff of legends.
Noise Etc. Presents: cherry pick, Rotundos, Stereobliss & Grand Prix
This June 19th, the tectonic plates of the indie universe are shifting at Noise Etc., where cherry pick, Rotundos, Stereobliss, and Grand Prix are set to redefine your idea of a gig. For a paltry $12, or $15 if you snooze and lose, you'll dive headfirst into a night where synths and sweat intermingle like star-crossed lovers. Cherry pick will kick things off, serving up melodies as crisp as the first sip of a summer IPA. Rotundos will warp your mind with their kaleidoscopic soundscapes, while Stereobliss unravels layers of dreamy distortion that'll have you feeling like you're floating in the ether. And just when you think you’ve reached peak euphoria, Grand Prix will turbo-charge the night with beats that hit like a late-night joyride through neon streets. It's all ages, so bring your cool kid sibling for added cred. Doors at 9:30—don’t be fashionably late; be there to catch every electric moment. The only regret you’ll have is not getting that tattoo to commemorate the night your music taste ascended.
Dust off your dance shoes and prepare for lift-off because Space Yacht is about to tech your house into the stratosphere. This isn't just another run-of-the-mill night out—it's an intergalactic collision of beats and basslines that will leave your senses orbiting. Trust us, the line might be longer than a Radiohead lyric, but the reward is sweeter than finding an original pressing at the local vinyl shop. Doors creak open at 10 PM, and while the RSVP might feel as fickle as your neighborhood dive's DJ, a General Admission ticket is your golden ticket to guaranteed revelry. Swap your ennui for euphoria as you dive headfirst into the cosmic chaos of bottle service and VIP sections. Just remember, authenticity is key—no third-party shenanigans allowed. Align your chakras, grab your ID, and teleport to a night where the only thing higher than the BPM is the vibe. Get ready, earthlings—Space Yacht is calling, and you don’t want to be left on the ground.
Prepare to transcend your Spotify algorithm: Telykast x DubVision are turning the scene upside down with a sonic cocktail that's one part future house, one part progressive gold. This isn't just a gig; it's a sensory resurrection for anyone tired of the predictable playlist grind. Bring your crew and upgrade to VIP, because indie cred and bottle service aren't mutually exclusive when the drop hits harder than your landlord's last rent hike. Remember, it's a cashless utopia, so keep those Apple Pay skills sharp and your third-party ticket woes sharper—TicketWeb and TIXR have you covered. Slide into this night of pure euphoria and let the beats redefine your weekend narrative. Let's be real: the only thing cooler than showing up is the regret you’ll feel if you don’t.
This Saturday, trade your existential dread for a transcendent night as Bob Moses brings their [Club Set] to town, igniting the dance floor with their signature blend of hypnotic beats and ethereal melodies. Picture this: the perfect fusion of your favorite underground warehouse party and that fleeting dream where you finally understood the meaning of life. Expect an alchemy of deep house grooves and indie rock sensibilities that'll have you dancing like no one's watching—even though everyone's secretly trying to catch your vibe. It's not just a gig; it’s a rite of passage into a sonic utopia where ennui evaporates and only the groove remains. Grab your ticket before this becomes the show everyone pretends they were at last night. See you on the other side of cool.
Goose After-Party featuring Ruthie Bandit (DJ Party)
Clear your calendar and rev up your scene cred because the Goose After-Party featuring Ruthie Bandit is the kind of night that turns your FOMO into an art form. Fresh off their mind-melting set, Goose is handing the reins over to Ruthie Bandit, the crate-digging sorceress who turns vinyl into gold and dance floors into dreamscapes. Imagine a sonic cocktail where LCD Soundsystem's spirit shakes hands with Yaeji's genre-bending genius, all served under a celestial disco ball. This isn't just a party—it's an underground odyssey where the bass is smooth, the crowd is cooler than an Arctic Monkeys B-side, and the vibe is nothing short of transcendent. If you're not there, you better have a damn good excuse, or at least a killer playlist to console yourself.
2 Day Ticket - Goose After-Party featuring Ruthie Bandit (DJ Party)
Just when you thought the night was winding down, 2 Day Ticket is here to slap your social calendar into overdrive with their Goose After-Party featuring the sonic sorcery of Ruthie Bandit. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of swaying bodies, each groove synced to Ruthie's pulsating beats, as she spins a tapestry of tracks that feel like they've been ripped from the dreams of a vinyl junkie with a penchant for the unexpected. This isn't just a DJ set; it's an auditory odyssey that bridges the gap between the ethereal whispers of bedroom pop and the raw energy of warehouse raves. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through next-day Instagram stories, wishing you'd been there to catch the magic in person. Trust us, your future self will thank you for showing up.
When was the last time your heart rattled like a loose amp on a basement floor? Good news: Friday night, the universe is handing you a sonic map to rediscover that visceral thrill. Clear Coat kicks things off with their signature dream-smeared soundscapes—think Beach House, if Victoria Legrand had a penchant for crashing house parties with her Casio. Then, brace yourself for Riot Dogs, the garage-punk tornado that's been known to turn even the most stoic of wallflowers into mosh pit warriors. Closing the night is Crucial Moves, the genre-bending collective that defies musical gravity like a Radiohead jam session in a Brooklyn loft. Don't just read about the show everyone will be dissecting come Monday—be there, in the chaos, where indie legends are born.
Flawed Mangoes - The Killswitch Memories Tour
Get ready to dive into the sonic bliss because Elderbrook is about to turn your Wednesday night into an electrifying odyssey. This isn't just a gig—it's a transcendental journey through pulsing beats and ethereal vibes that will make your Spotify playlists weep with jealousy. Known for crafting atmospheric soundscapes that feel like a midnight drive through a neon-soaked dream, Elderbrook’s live set is a masterclass in how to make you lose yourself and find yourself all at once. Think James Blake meets Caribou, but with an intimacy that makes you feel like you’re in on the world’s best-kept secret. Miss this, and you'll have to endure months of hearing your friends say, "You just had to be there." Trust me—this is the kind of night that Brooklyn's indie underbelly lives for.
Dogs With Hats | Weekend Friend | Makeout City
Clear your calendar, dust off your thrifted leather jacket, and prepare for a sonic pilgrimage you didn't know you needed. Dogs With Hats are headlining a night that promises to be more transcendent than your last mushroom trip. With their blend of jangly guitars and lyrics that feel like a modern-day Kerouac on a cross-country bender, they’re the indie scene’s best-kept secret. Weekend Friend, fresh off dropping an EP that feels like it was pulled straight from an A24 soundtrack, will be there to weave their melancholic magic. Expect synth lines that could melt even the iciest of hipster hearts and vocals that wrap around you like a warm, velvet vintage sweater. And just when you think the night couldn't get any dreamier, Makeout City will hit the stage. They're the sonic equivalent of sneaking into a rooftop party in a city that never sleeps—expect lo-fi beats, groove-laden basslines, and a dancefloor that feels like it was lifted from the pages of indie music folklore. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone, everywhere—think of it as a cultural touchstone you’ll want etched in your memory, or at least on your Insta stories.
The underground has a new pulse, and it’s coming straight from the decks of Marques Wyatt. This Saturday, the maestro of deep house is conjuring a sonic tapestry at a secret Brooklyn loft that’s more elusive than your favorite influencer’s skincare routine. Wyatt’s set is the kind of magnetic experience that seduces seasoned ravers and fresh-faced beat junkies alike, spinning rhythms that throb with the promise of transcendence. Think low light, high vibes, and the iridescent glow of a crowd that knows they’re in on the best-kept secret in the city. If you’ve been craving an auditory escape from the monotony of mainstream beats, this is your siren call. Dive into the kind of night that will make your Spotify Discover Weekly look like a kid’s mixtape. Don’t just scroll past—immerse yourself and become part of the legend.
Music for the Masses: Dark 80's New Wave Nite
Prepare your glitter-streaked, thrift-store finest because Daft Disko is about to turn the Moroccan Lounge into your new favorite time machine. Think French touch meets disco house, a sonic soirée starring the ghost of Daft Punk past and the spirited beats of Justice, Stardust, and every other French maestro who ever made you wish you owned more sequins. This isn't just a playlist—it's a pilgrimage to the altar of groove, where the ghosts of Giorgio Moroder and Chic sidle up to the living legends of Yuksek and Parcels. Trust us, your feed will cry if you miss out on this vinyl-pressed fever dream. So, mark May 16 as the night your shoes will beg for mercy, and your heart will find the rhythm it didn’t know it was missing. Doors at 9:30 PM—consider that your cue to start stretching, because you’re about to dance like it’s the last club on earth.
Vercetti Way x Trust The Bass: YVL PARTY
If you're looking to plunge headfirst into a sonic fever dream, Vercetti Way x Trust The Bass's YVL PARTY is your golden ticket. This is more than just a gig; it's an electrifying communion of brain-bending shoegaze and pulse-pounding synthpop, where reverb-drenched riffs meet basslines so deep they could moonlight as tectonic plates. Vercetti Way's hazy, dream-laden soundscapes will have you floating over a sea of shimmering distortion, while Trust The Bass delivers hypnotic beats that ricochet off the walls like a rogue pinball. It's the kind of night that even the too-cool-to-care crowd can’t resist—think of it as a secret handshake for the souls yearning to lose themselves in the beat. In a world that feels perpetually plugged in yet strangely disconnected, YVL PARTY is both the escape and the connection we all crave. Miss out, and you'll be hearing whispers of this night for months, long after the last echo fades.
If you're feeling like your Spotify Discover Weekly has lost its edge and your nights have been a little too Netflix and chill, it might be time to dive into the pulsating heart of the AfroRave wave. Elevate Social and Kevin White are about to tear the roof off the House of Blues Chicago with a sonic storm that blends euphoric beats, hypnotic rhythms, and a cultural mashup that's as electrifying as a late-night ride on the L train. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of lights flickering to the syncopated pulse of Afrobeat and rave, where the dance floor is your canvas, and you're the Jackson Pollock of the night. Doors creak open at 10PM, and you won't want to be fashionably late to this one. It's a standing room arena, so ditch the heels and work on those dance floor moves. But remember, cool cats only—21 and over. Forget the trendy speakeasies and overpriced craft cocktails; this is where the real magic happens. Get ready to redefine your night out and cultivate some serious bragging rights. Who needs Coachella when AfroRave is right at your doorstep?
Scam and Jam Ft. Big Chunk, Masagua, Vick Jagger
When the clock strikes ten, and the moon's casting its neon glow across the cityscape, the real magic begins at the Scam and Jam. Nestled in a clandestine nook where the cool kids congregate, this sonic soirée is set to rewrite your nightlife narrative. With a lineup that reads like a who's who of the underground DJ scene, we've got VON KISS serving beats that pulse like a heartbeat on a caffeine high, Spinorita spinning sonic webs of pure, unadulterated euphoria, and Vital bringing the kind of bass that makes your soul vibrate like your friend's prized vinyl collection. It's 21+ only, because this isn't just a party—it's an initiation into the secret society of sound where the beats are as intoxicating as that hazy dive bar you stumbled into last summer. So, toss aside your ennui, lace up your Docs, and get ready to dance until the city wakes up. Missing this would be like missing the last train to Coolsville.
Clear your calendar and dust off your wildest dance moves because techno queen Nicole Moudaber is about to blow the roof off your weekend. This isn't just another night out; it's a thumping, pulsating journey into the depths of sound that only the most devoted beat junkies dare to tread. Forget everything you know about club nights—this is an experience that laughs in the face of mainstream monotony. With her signature blend of hypnotic rhythms and dark, driving basslines, Moudaber will transport you to a sonic dimension where time loses all meaning. It's where the music speaks its own language and the crowd moves as one euphoric entity. Make sure you're ready to lose yourself in her set, because at this cashless, no-nonsense venue, the only currency is your willingness to surrender to the groove. Pro tip: secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR to dodge any ticket gatekeeping nightmares and ensure your government-issued ID matches up—no exceptions. And hey, if you're rolling deep, bottle service and VIP sections are calling your name. Remember, this isn't just another night—it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims to understand the true spirit of underground music.
UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY is about to sink their fangs into the city's booming indie scene, commanding attention with their intoxicating blend of post-punk and gothic rock. Picture the subversive smokiness of Nick Cave entwined with the dissonant beauty of My Bloody Valentine, and you're starting to scratch the surface of UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY's sonic allure. This isn't for the faint of heart or the uninitiated - their performances are theatrical, unpredictable, and drenched in a delightful darkness that makes the shadows feel warmer. And with a moniker that could be a lost Bauhaus B-side, you know you're in for an evening of deliciously dark surprises. So, don your favorite distressed denim and smudged eyeliner, and prepare to be swept into the night by UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY.
Day Trip feat. Cassian, Kamino, Millero, Lumi
Something For The Summer Party - Black Yacht Weekend Finale
As the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden hue over your summer fling’s borrowed yacht, Something For The Summer Party unfurls like a siren’s call to all who know that the best music happens when you’re shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers who feel like best friends. It's the Black Yacht Weekend Finale, a high-octane sonic escape where synths shimmer and the bass thrums like a heartbeat. Think of it as a last hurrah before real life comes knocking—a standing-room-only pilgrimage where your sweat becomes part of the atmosphere, and every track is a reason to lose your voice. Dress code? Summer fly. Translation: channel your inner rockstar-meets-Coachella vibe. If you're too cool for this, you might just be too cool for life. Miss it and risk wandering the shores of regret.
The Deep Drags, Density Black Cat, Psych-O-Positive
Prepare to plunge into the sonic abyss this weekend with a lineup guaranteed to shake the dust off your jaded soul. The Deep Drags are set to seduce with their gritty, reverb-soaked riffs that feel like a lost transmission from a pirate radio of the past. Density Black Cat will crawl under your skin with their enigmatic blend of post-punk moods and synth-laden dreamscapes, leaving you spinning in their web of sound. And just when you think you’ve caught your breath, Psych-O-Positive will blast you into their kaleidoscopic universe with a psychedelic punch that’s equal parts mind-bending and body-moving. This isn't just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone claiming indie cred. Doors creak open at 5pm, and you’ll want to be in the front row when the first chord hits. At just $12 advance ($15 if you procrastinate), this is a night you can’t afford to miss. Bring your coolest vibe—and maybe some earplugs.
Meow Meow | Rib & The Bones | Quory Haven in the Universe
Cancel your plans and call your crew, because this Friday is about to get sonically seismic. Meow Meow is headlining, and if you haven't been swept into their fuzz-laden vortex yet, you're probably still waiting for post-punk to make a comeback. Their set is basically a masterclass in chaos theory, with riffs sharp enough to cut through your ennui. Rib & The Bones are on the lineup too, and trust me, their genre-bending blend of garage rock and neo-soul will leave you wondering why you ever settled for anything less than transcendence. And then there's Quory Haven in the Universe, whose cosmic synthpop will have you floating somewhere between the fabric of reality and your next existential crisis. So yeah, maybe skip the Netflix binge and get ready to lose yourself in a night that promises to be an all-out aural odyssey. FOMO is real, and it sounds like this.
Lena Kutscher, Lena Fjortoft, Joelle Bensaïd
Dive headfirst into a night of sonic alchemy as Lena Kutscher, Lena Fjortoft, and Joelle Bensaïd take the stage, crafting a soundscape that's equal parts ethereal dream and gritty reverie. Imagine if the mystical aura of Cocteau Twins had a late-night jam session with the avant-garde spirit of Broadcast; now toss in a splash of French synthwave and you've got a taste of the ineffable magic these three conjure. Kutscher's haunting vocals will echo beautifully through your soul like an esoteric chant, while Fjortoft's hypnotic guitar riffs weave a tapestry that's as intricate as a Björk lyric. Bensaïd's percussive prowess? The secret ingredient that transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental experience. If you miss this, you might just miss the rebirth of indie cool.
Thomas Parrish w/ Cayden Wemple & Allison Graves
Slide into summer with the sonic elixir you didn't know you needed at The Moroccan Lounge on June 21st. Headlining the night is Thomas Parrish, whose ethereal vocals and intricate guitar work are the equivalent of a sonic high dive into the depths of your soul. Think Elliott Smith if he swapped melancholia for a technicolor dreamcoat. Opening the evening's portal is Cayden Wemple, the troubadour who turns heartbreak into hauntingly beautiful tapestry, with lyrics as sharp as a rooftop in Bushwick. Rounding out the lineup is Allison Graves, the synthpop siren whose beats pulse like the heartbeat of the city, merging the digital with the divine. This isn't just another night out; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of indie euphoria. Tickets are a steal at $15 in advance, and trust me, you'll want to be inside when the rest of the world is left on the curb wishing they were there.
The Toxhards - "Get Destructive Tour" Summer 2026
Brace yourselves, punks and posers alike, because The Toxhards are back and they've brought enough sonic dynamite to blast your ennui to smithereens. The "Get Destructive Tour" is tearing through town this summer, turning every venue into a sweaty sanctuary of chaos and catharsis. Entry is a steal at $15 if you're quick, but trust us, you'll be kicking yourself if you wait. Picture this: a whirlwind of raw riffs, gut-punching rhythms, and lyrics that cut deeper than your last existential crisis. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an unmissable pilgrimage for anyone who claims to live and breathe the DIY spirit. The Toxhards are primed to make you remember why you fell in love with music in the first place. So dust off your Docs and prepare to leave it all on the floor—this is where legends are forged and boredom meets its beautiful end.
Boyfriend Network, Elijah Wells, Soklo, Estelle Allen
This Thursday, the cosmos align at the indie mecca for a night that promises to be nothing short of legendary. Headlining are Boyfriend Network, the band that puts the "fun" in existential funk, weaving soundscapes so textured you'll think you're hearing colors. Elijah Wells, the enigmatic wizard of synthpop, will conjure beats that stick to your soul like glitter on a sweaty night out in Bushwick. Soklo, the post-punk prophets, are set to deliver a sonic sermon that’ll make your heart race faster than your first secret show. And just when you think you can catch your breath, Estelle Allen will swoop in with vocals so haunting you'll swear you’re hearing the whispers of forgotten dreams. Miss this, and risk being that person who only hears about "that night" at every afterparty for the foreseeable future. Get there early, stay 'til the last chord fades, and bask in the glory of being part of something unforgettable.
Clear your calendar and dust off your best vintage band tee because Ben Lapidus is about to make the Moroccan Lounge the epicenter of your summer. On July 12, the night will crackle with an energy only Lapidus can conjure—where lo-fi indie charm meets lyrics that feel like a mixtape love letter you never knew you needed. With his genre-defying sound that dances between hazy bedroom pop and sharp-witted folk, Lapidus has an uncanny knack for making every lyric feel like a secret only the coolest kids are in on. Whether you're a seasoned basement show veteran or a synthpop savant, missing this show would be like skipping out on the next big thing before it inevitably blows up your feed. Snag your tickets now because this is the kind of FOMO your future self will never forgive.
If you haven't caught wind of Victoria Alex yet, it's time to pry yourself away from that third wave coffee shop and make your way to the venue everyone will be name-dropping next week. Known for transforming intimate spaces into synth-laden wonderlands, Victoria Alex delivers a sonic experience that's like sipping a perfectly aged whiskey—smooth, but with a kick that leaves you reeling. Doors creak open at 7 PM, but let's be honest, you'll want to be there early to soak up that pre-show buzz. This is more than just a gig; it's a rite of passage into the next chapter of indie cool. Ages 21 and up, because some vibes are just too good for high school drama. Grab your valid ID and prepare to witness the kind of set that’ll leave you wondering if you ever really understood music before.
Clear your calendar and dust off your most ironic band tee because Angela Autumn and Rachel Angel are about to electrify your Saturday night. Angela Autumn’s haunting folk vibes paired with Rachel Angel’s Americana-infused indie rock make for a gig that promises to be as unforgettable as that one time you stumbled into a secret Grizzly Bear set. Their sonic alchemy is set to fill the air with a swirling tapestry of sound that you’ll hear reverberating in your dreams. Think driving guitars and ethereal vocals that could mesmerize even the most apathetic soul. Trust us, this is the show you’ll lie about attending just to sound cool—so why not actually be there? Grab your friends, order that extra overpriced PBR, and prepare to have your heartstrings pulled and your mind blown. Don’t say we didn’t warn you when your Instagram stories explode with envy-inducing vibes. See you in the front row, if you can squeeze in.
Alright, listen up, indie denizens and vinyl vultures. If you haven't penciled in Brian Fallon's gig on your calendar yet, what are you doing with your life? Fallon, the troubadour of grit and grace, is gracing our city with his presence, and you won’t want to miss it. Known for his uncanny ability to pen lyrics that cut deeper than your ex's mixtape, Fallon is stepping out from the shadow of The Gaslight Anthem and into the glow of his solo spotlight. Imagine Springsteen's storytelling marinated in a cocktail of indie rock and Americana—yeah, it's that intoxicating. This is more than a show; it's a pilgrimage for those who only find religion in the raw and real. So dust off your denim jacket, pin on that obscure band button, and prepare to be baptized by the gospel of Fallon. Because let's be real, the basement's gonna be buzzing, and the only thing worse than missing out is pretending you were never interested.
If your soul's been starved for a sonic feast, Week 4 of NoFun Fest is the secret menu you didn't know you needed. This isn't just another gig; it's a pilgrimage to the heart of the underground. Picture this: a dimly lit warehouse where the echoes of shoegaze guitars melt into the pulse of DIY synthpop, all under a haze of neon lights and dreams half-remembered. You'll find yourself shoulder to shoulder with the in-the-know crowd, nodding along to beats that could only exist in this very moment. It's a place where the stage might as well be an altar, and every chord change feels like a revelation. Consider your plans officially canceled, because the only RSVP that matters is your presence in this maze of curated chaos.
Clear your calendar and dust off your thrifted denim because KCRW is about to serve up a celestial experience you won't want to miss. Heavenly is poised to transform your typical Thursday into an astral journey that even your moodiest shoegaze playlist couldn't prepare you for. With doors opening at 7pm, you'll have just enough time to sip on that PBR before the clock strikes 8pm and the music takes hold. All ages are welcome, so bring your little sibling who's cooler than you, or your slightly-older-than-appropriate indie mentor. This isn't just a show—it's a rite of passage into the pantheon of unforgettable nights. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through Instagram stories with a gnawing sense of regret while everyone else basks in the afterglow of a night that felt like a mixtape made just for them.
This Friday, clear your schedule and prep your senses for an electric night at the intersection of sonic innovation and raw emotion. Jason Kimmel, Kim McClay, and Meital are set to redefine your idea of what a live show can be—it's like stumbling into an underground art exhibit that no one knows about yet, but everyone wishes they did. Jason Kimmel's intricate guitar loops weave a tapestry of sound that'll make you rethink your Spotify algorithm. Kim McClay brings a moody, synth-laden dreamscape to life; her set is a sound bath for the digitally fatigued. And then there's Meital, whose haunting vocals and ethereal beats feel like a secret handshake between you and the universe. Doors swing open at 9 PM, and let's be real, you'll want to be there from the first downbeat to the final encore. It's $12 if you're proactive, $15 if you're fashionably late—but either way, consider this your RSVP to the coolest night in town.
FoXix, Avishag Cohen Rodriguez, Lou Salome
This Thursday, the stars align at the Mercury Lounge for a night that promises to recalibrate your sonic chakras. FoXix, those elusive dream weavers, are back from their self-imposed exile, bringing their signature blend of post-apocalyptic shoegaze that feels like a love letter to the end of the world. Joining them is Avishag Cohen Rodriguez, the Tel Aviv native whose haunting vocals can only be described as the siren call for the terminally cool. And don’t sleep on Lou Salome, the enigmatic synthpop poetess who spins existential angst into dancefloor anthems. It's the kind of lineup that makes you grateful for living in the soundtrack of a Wes Anderson film. Miss this, and you might as well delete your Spotify.
If you're not already looping Morgan St. Jean's latest tracks through your headphones, consider this your wake-up call, my friend. With a sonic palette as rich as your favorite thrifted tapestry and lyrics sharper than a freshly cut fringe, she's the siren of our alt-pop dreams. This is the kind of show that demands your presence—a chance to catch an artist on the brink of breaking big, all while bathed in the warm glow of intimacy that only a venue this cool can offer. Doors swing open at 6pm, but trust us, you'll want to be front and center, basking in the pre-show buzz and contemplating which dive bar to hit post-encore. Tickets? A humble $17 in advance, but don't snooze—prices rise to $20 if you procrastinate. So, rally your coolest confidants, grab the parentals if you're under 16, and prepare to have your spirit thoroughly lifted. Morgan St. Jean is more than a gig; it's about experiencing the raw thrill of what makes indie music endlessly electrifying.
Slip into your best thrifted ensemble and prepare to transcend the mundane at JOJI: SOLARIS—a cosmic experience set to ignite your senses and leave your indie cred fully intact. As our interstellar troubadour JOJI takes you on a galactic journey, expect a fusion of lush synths and melancholic beats that hit harder than Mercury in retrograde. This isn't just a gig; it's an auditory pilgrimage into the unknown, where the boundary between artist and audience dissolves into stardust. With the promise of ever-evolving health guidelines, the only thing you need to bring is your insatiable curiosity and maybe a pocket flask for the afterglow. Secure your spot in this limited universe before it becomes the plot of someone else's epic night out.
Colorjoy | Hipsy Gap | Foxy Tom's Hardware
Brace yourself for a sonic kaleidoscope of epic proportions as Colorjoy, Hipsy Gap, and Foxy Tom's Hardware converge to shatter the monotony of your Spotify Discover Weekly. Colorjoy’s ethereal synths and dream-laden vocals will have you floating like a feather in a zero-gravity shoegaze utopia. Hipsy Gap, the love child of a cosmic jam session between post-punk and disco, will shake the dust off your dancing shoes with their electrifying grooves. And just when you think you’ve reached peak euphoria, Foxy Tom's Hardware will flip the switch with their anarchic blend of garage rock and digital noise, daring you to keep up with their frenetic pace. This isn’t just another gig—it’s the indie renaissance your jaded soul has been yearning for. Get in while the getting’s cool, because once the first chord hits, your FOMO will be terminal.
Audrey Hobert: The Staircase To Stardom Tour
Audrey Hobert is the kind of talent that turns a Lollapalooza Aftershow into the main event, and if you haven't snagged a ticket yet, you're about to commit a cardinal sin against your playlist. Imagine everything you love about the indie scene—ethereal vocals, synths that shimmer like a midnight lake, and lyrics that read like the diary of your most introspective friend—all distilled into a set that's sure to be the soundtrack of your summer existential crisis. Plus, with $1 from every ticket going to arts education in Chicago, not only will you be vibing all night, but you'll also be helping craft the future of music. So break out your most ironic band tee and prepare to be smitten. Because in ten years, when Audrey's headlining with a Grammy in one hand and a vegan taco in the other, you'll want to say you were there.
The Human League With Very Special Guests Soft Cell & Alison Moyet
When synthpop legends The Human League roll into town, flanked by the iconic Soft Cell and the ever-enchanting Alison Moyet, Chicago isn’t just hosting a concert—it’s throwing the ultimate 80s electro party. This isn’t your average nostalgia trip; it’s a full-on immersion into a soundscape that defined a generation and continues to ripple through today's indie beats. Imagine Phil Oakey’s suave vocals melting into Marc Almond’s decadent darkness, with Moyet’s soulful power bridging it all together. Add to that a sensory overload of strobes, smoke, and visual wizardry that could rival even the wildest warehouse rave. This is the night where your parents' playlists get a serious cool upgrade. Grab your tickets, dig out your best neon ensemble, and get ready to dance like every synth line is a heartbeat. Miss this, and you might as well cancel your subscription to those obscure zines you pretend to read—because this is the real deal.
Mark your calendars, fellow sonic adventurers, because Of Montreal is about to turn your mundane Tuesday night into a technicolor fever dream. Kevin Barnes and crew are rolling into town, bringing with them a kaleidoscope of sound that's as unpredictable as your TikTok algorithm. Expect a show that's part psychedelic circus, part intimate confession, all wrapped in the kind of theatricality that makes every moment feel like the climax of your favorite indie film. With a discography that weaves through genres like a Tarantino plotline—think glam rock, funk, and electro-pop having a wild night out—Of Montreal promises a live experience that's anything but predictable. Whether you're here for the existential lyrics or just the chance to lose yourself in a swirl of glitter and infectious beats, this is one gig that will have your friends regretfully scrolling through your stories from their couches. So slap on your most eccentric vintage threads, bring your open mind, and get ready to dance your ennui away. Because let's face it, missing this would be like skipping out on the afterparty of the century.
Stuck in your midweek monotony and craving a sonic escape? Enter Chinchilla, the indie darlings with a penchant for turning sound waves into adrenaline. On June 24, the Moroccan Lounge becomes your portal to a parallel universe where shoegaze dreams meld with synthpop realities. Their set promises to be a kaleidoscope of shimmering riffs and ethereal vocals that could make even Kevin Shields raise an eyebrow. With tickets a mere $20, this night is cheaper than your oat milk latte habit and way more exhilarating. Get ready to dive headfirst into a sound bath that leaves your heartbeat synced with the bassline. Trust us, you'll want to say you were there when Chinchilla roared.
Sandy & The Skyway, Apricot Jam, Narayan Two
Clear your calendars, kids. This Saturday, the Red Hook underbelly is where you need to be for a triple-threat sonic pilgrimage. Sandy & The Skyway are set to launch us into the stratosphere with their dreamy jangle-pop, a fresh air reprieve from the city's smog. If you haven’t caught Apricot Jam’s neo-psychedelic waves yet, you’re probably still stuck in your bedroom with Tame Impala on repeat. Narayan Two, the enigmatic collective from parts unknown, will open with a set that promises to be more mesmerizing than a midnight train ride through Tokyo. Get ready to soak in reverb-laden riffs, kaleidoscopic synths, and rhythms that make your heart race faster than your last situationship. Show up, or spend your weekend scrolling through the aftermath on IG while sipping lukewarm oat milk lattes. The choice is yours.
Clear your calendar and dust off your flannel because The Breeders are gracing us with their gritty genius once more, and this is one sonic revival you can't afford to miss. With a legacy that rivals any '90s alt-rock royalty, Kim Deal and crew are set to transform your ennui into euphoria, delivering those iconic Pixies-adjacent riffs and sweetly sardonic vocals that defined a generation of cool. Imagine the visceral energy of a basement show but with the polished glory of cult legends who’ve seen it all. Trust us, this isn't just nostalgia—it's a masterclass in musical alchemy. Catch them now or forever regret missing the band that could teach your Spotify algorithm a thing or two about authentic edge.
Clear your Friday night plans and make your way to The Echo, where the universe crackles with anticipation for Lamb, the indie synth duo that's been sending shockwaves through the scene faster than you can say "modular Moog." These sonic alchemists are known for crafting ethereal soundscapes that flicker between dream and reality, pulling you into a kaleidoscope of shimmering beats and haunting vocals. This isn't just another gig—it's a seismic event where frequency and fervor collide, promising transcendence in a world ruled by mundane mp3s. Keep your ear to the ground and your eyes glued to @theechola because Lamb is the kind of musical epiphany that turns casual fans into lifelong devotees. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it in whispered reverence for years to come.
Prepare to have your mind blown and your Instagram feed begging for mercy because this Friday night, the no-nonsense indie trifecta of Ultrabomb, Failed Models, and Fascinator is poised to hijack the scene. These aren't just bands; they're the sonic equivalent of a thrift-store haul with vintage designer threads hiding in the racks. Ultrabomb is bringing their explosive riffs and anarchic energy straight from the depths of a fuzz-laden fever dream. Think Sonic Youth on a caffeine bender with a touch of Iggy Pop's swagger. Failed Models, meanwhile, are reviving the art of mystery in music with their shadowy post-punk vibes. They'll make you feel like you're in a '70s Berlin loft party, sipping something questionable while pondering existential dread. And then there's Fascinator, a kaleidoscopic synthpop collective that might as well be the sound of your favorite Tumblr page come to life—vivid, weird, and just a pinch of psychedelic. If you miss this, don't say we didn't warn you when your FOMO kicks in harder than a basement show's bassline. Catch them before the mainstream does, and be the one who says "I told you so" when they inevitably headline the next indie fest. Trust us, this gig is the ticket to indie cred that even your perpetually unimpressed friend can't deny.
Hey, music mavens! Ready to teleport to the indie wonderland? Bôa is taking over The Bellwether, and let's just say, the cool factor here is off the charts. Picture this: your senses bathed in ethereal soundscapes, as Bôa spins their sonic web in a venue that feels like stepping into a secret dimension of music nirvana. Upgrade your night with the Looking Glass Lounge, where the experience is as exclusive as an unreleased Radiohead track. Imagine mingling with fellow avant-garde devotees in a stage-adjacent, preferred viewing section, while you sip on specialty drinks crafted just for this night. Private entrance, private bar, and yes, even private bathrooms—because you're too cool for lines. Forget cash, because The Bellwether's gone digital, and there's a delivery delay to keep you on your toes till 24 hours before showtime. Grab those tickets and prepare for a night where the boundary between reality and dream blurs. Don't be the one scrolling through stories wishing you were there—be the story. Time to dive down the rabbit hole.
When Ella Collier takes the stage at the Moroccan Lounge, it's not just a performance; it's a declaration. Her "DANGEROUS" live show promises to be a sonic revolution, ready to sweep you off your feet and straight into the next dimension. In a haze of neon lights and sultry synths, Ella's voice cuts through the air like a midnight confession, drawing you into her world where vulnerability meets audacity. And just when you think you’ve caught your breath, KINGS steps in with their electric set, adding the perfect dose of raw energy and rebellious spirit. This isn't just a gig—it's the kind of night that stays etched in your mind, the soundtrack to your best stories yet to be told. Grab your tickets now, because missing out isn't an option for anyone with a pulse.
Alright, cool cats and sonic explorers, circle your calendars in neon ink because Martin Garrix is about to drop a seismic shockwave across the Americas. Forget everything you think you know about EDM — this isn't just a rave, it's an interstellar experience wrapped in the sickest beats imaginable. Garrix, the wunderkind who surgically fuses synth-pop euphoria with stadium-sized drops, is bringing his high-octane alchemy to a stage near you, turning dance floors into galaxies of pure ecstasy. Expect retina-melting visuals that would make Daft Punk blush, bass lines that could power a small city, and a crowd that's more electrifying than your group chat on release day. For those still clutching their vinyl with an ironic smirk, prepare to have your preconceived notions shattered and scattered like stardust. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through blurry Instagram stories, wishing you were basking in the neon glow of Garrix's genius. Don’t just stand there — be there.
Corbyn Besson and Soulidified: The Pop'n Out Tour
In the heart of the Windy City, an event is brewing that'll make even the surliest of Chicagoans crack a smile. Get ready for Corbyn Besson and Soulidified's Pop'n Out Tour, where they're set to crash land into the House of Blues with an evening of pop music that's got more soul than a Motown marathon. Doors swing open at 7PM, with a sonic spectacular kicking off at 8PM. This isn't your tween's pop concert, folks; this is a 17-and-older kind of deal. Bring your most legit ID, and prepare for a night of standing-room-only euphoria, because who needs to sit when your feet won't stop tapping anyway? Supporting acts may shift, but the main event is rock solid. Corbyn Besson and Soulidified are ready to serve up a pop dish that's hot, fresh, and ready to be devoured. Upgrade your experience if you dare, but remember, some of the best nights are enjoyed in their raw, unfiltered state. Be warned: this is the kind of event that inspires impromptu dance-offs and boasts an infectious energy guaranteed to leave you humming in the Uber ride home.
Cancel your plans, ditch the Netflix binge, and get ready to dive deep into a night of raw, unfiltered emotion. The Hotelier is back, and they're bringing Bellows along for a sonic journey that promises to hit harder than your fourth cup of cold brew. This isn't just a gig; it's a cathartic experience that'll have you screaming along to every angst-laden lyric and swaying to melodies that feel like home. Doors open at 7, but you'll want to be front and center to catch Bellows’ set—a gorgeous tapestry of lo-fi intimacy and daydreamy synths that will make your heart swell in all the right places. So dust off your Docs, grab that ticket in advance (because nobody likes paying extra at the door), and prepare to feel something real. This is the kind of night you'll tell your future kids about—unless they’re too cool for you by then.
If your soul's been feeling a little too sanitized by the algorithm lately, it might be time to dive into the raw, unfiltered chaos of The Reytons at The Echo. These lads are like a shot of adrenaline straight to your indie heart, serving up gritty anthems that make you feel like you're in the middle of a northern pub riot. Imagine Arctic Monkeys' swagger clashing with The Libertines’ reckless charm. Yeah, it’s like that. The Echo's hallowed halls will pulse with energy, and you’ll definitely want to be there when these Sheffield scoundrels kick up a musical storm that can’t be captured by any Instagram story. Check your excuses at the door, grab your tickets, and prepare to have your jaded soul shaken and stirred. #FOMO is real, and so is this gig.
Clear your Thursday night plans and prepare for an auditory epiphany as Runnner and Bloomsday descend upon the scene like a sonic revelation. Runnner, the indie-folk prodigy with a knack for weaving introspective lyrics into lush soundscapes, will be coaxing emotions from the depths of your jaded soul. Imagine Bon Iver got lost in a Brooklyn basement and decided to reinvent itself—that's the vibe. And Bloomsday? They're the alt-rock whisper you wish you'd leaned into sooner; think Pavement's chaotic cousin who got really into poetry. Expect a night of soul-stirring melodies and lyrics sharp enough to etch themselves into your consciousness. This is the kind of gig that'll have you bragging about how you "saw them before they blew up." Grab a ticket if you can, because missing this might just be your biggest regret of the season.
Imagine the soundscape of your dreams, a cosmic collision of synth-driven euphoria and pulsating beats that makes your heart thud in sync with the universe. That's right, RÜFÜS DU SOL is gracing North America in 2026, and it's not just a concert—it's a full-blown sensory pilgrimage. This isn't merely your chance to sway along to "Innerbloom"; it's an opportunity to plunge headfirst into an immersive experience that blurs the line between reality and the surreal. As you step into the venue, prepare for a kaleidoscope of lights and visuals that warp the fabric of everyday life, transporting you to a dimension where music and emotion intertwine. Each note is a vibrant brushstroke on the canvas of your soul, each bass drop a seismic shift in your consciousness. And let's be real, who doesn't want to trade the mundane for a night where you're enveloped by fog machines and the warmth of a thousand bodies swaying in unison? This is the kind of night that stories are made of—the kind that will haunt your dreams and make your 2066 self jealous. Don't just hear about it, be part of it.
If your weekend plans don't include The Drop: Giulia Be, you might want to rethink your life choices. This Brazilian sensation is about to set the indie scene ablaze with her genre-defying melodies and intoxicating stage presence. Imagine if old-school bossa nova had a love child with synth-driven dream pop—Giulia Be is that glorious offspring. Her voice dances like sunlight on a Rio wave, and her hooks are catchier than a TikTok trend on steroids. Expect a night where nostalgia meets the new wave, wrapped in a soundscape that's as lush as it is rebellious. You'll find yourself lost in the sonic haze, questioning why you ever thought staying home to binge-watch was a good idea. Missing this gig isn’t just a misstep—it’s a full-on existential crisis.
HIMALAYAS LIVE at Harvard & Stone (Los Angeles, CA)
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic avalanche that is HIMALAYAS, taking over Harvard & Stone for a night that's bound to redefine your understanding of live music. If your playlist needs a jolt of electrifying energy, this is your salvation. Fresh off a series of underground gigs that left the cool kids buzzing, HIMALAYAS’ sound is as expansive and intricate as their namesake, blending hypnotic riffs with a lyrical prowess that hits like a shot of espresso to your soul. Picture yourself swaying in a dimly lit room, a sea of denim and leather around you, with the air thick with anticipation and guitar licks sharper than your ex’s sarcasm. Leave your ennui at the door and prepare for a night where every chord feels like a revelation. And remember, no refunds or exchanges, because why would you want to trade in an experience that promises to be nothing short of transcendent?
Desert Daze Presents: Litronix and Chalk Teeth w/ Marc Baker
When the desert winds of Desert Daze blow into the heart of the city, you know it's time to dust off your best band tee and dive headfirst into the sonic abyss. On June 25, the Moroccan Lounge becomes your temple as Litronix and Chalk Teeth take the stage, flanked by the electro prophet Marc Baker and the enigmatic vinyl alchemist, Inhalt. Litronix will transport you with their kaleidoscopic synth landscapes, while Chalk Teeth's gritty, visceral edge will remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. It's a night where boundaries blur, and you're free to lose yourself in the electric haze. For just $12 in advance, you're not just buying a ticket—you're securing your spot in a night you'll be talking about until the next basement show rolls around. This isn't just a gig; it's a movement. And trust us, you want to be part of it.
2 DAY PASS - KCRW presents: Aquarium Drunkard 21st Anniversary ft. SML
Clear your calendars and dust off your most ironic band tee for a weekend that promises to be a seismic shift in your sonic universe. Aquarium Drunkard is rolling out the red carpet for their 21st anniversary, and they’re bringing the luminary indie collective, SML, to center stage for two nights of pure, unadulterated eargasmic bliss. Friday kicks off with the hypnotic strums of Fabiano do Nascimento, weaving Brazilian magic that’ll make your soul do the samba, while Dagmar Zuniga is set to transport you to dimensions unknown. Reverberation Radio DJs will keep the vibes flowing like a 3 a.m. bodega run. Saturday, the kaleidoscopic voice of Genevieve Artadi will take you on an astral journey that could make even the most stoic concertgoer shed a tear of joy. Yeah, Dagmar’s back for round two, and those Reverberation Radio DJs aren’t stopping until every molecule of your being is saturated with sound. It’s all happening at KCRW—your portal to the ultimate audiophile haven. Hop in, get lost, and prepare to brag about it endlessly. $60 for both nights? That’s less than you’d drop on a few oat-milk lattes while you scroll Pitchfork’s latest hot takes. Don’t sleep on this one; it’s bound to be the weekend everyone will wish they were part of.
KID CUDI PRESENTS: THE REBEL RAGERS TOUR 2026
Heads up, cosmic wanderers and nocturnal dreamers: Kid Cudi is back with a vibe that'll teleport you straight to the moon. The Rebel Ragers Tour 2026 isn't just a concert, it's an odyssey—a place where Cudi's hypnotic hums meet a supernova of soundscapes. This is your chance to wade into the sonic tides of "Day 'n' Nite" live, alongside a new galaxy of jaw-dropping tracks that'll make your existential heart skip a beat. Plus, you’re not just vibing; you’re vibing for a cause. With every ticket, you're lighting a spark for The Big Bro Foundation, helping uplift young souls navigating mental health mazes. So, dig out your vintage graphic tee and join the tribe—tickets are the golden keys to this interstellar journey, and they're about to drop faster than you can say "Cudder's back." Embrace the FOMO now or risk scrolling through endless Insta stories, wishing you’d been part of the cosmic communion.
Mark your calendars and ditch whatever lackluster plans you had because Pepper and The Movement are about to rewire your neural pathways with their electric vibes. This isn't just another gig; it's an existential experience, a kaleidoscopic journey through soundscapes that oscillate between ethereal dream pop and gritty garage rock. Frontwoman Pepper is a siren in Converse high-tops, her voice weaving between synth layers and jagged guitar riffs like a velvet thread through a sonic tapestry. The Movement behind her is a force of nature, conjuring rhythms so infectious they could make even Kafka crack a smile. Happening in an abandoned loft that smells of incense and rebellion, this is the kind of show where cool kids start trends and FOMO isn't just inevitable—it's mandatory. Miss it, and you're not just out of the loop; you're out of the universe. See you there or forever wish you had been.
Cancel your plans and text your crew—Sophia James and veronicavon are set to blow the roof off The Echo, and there’s no way you’re missing this sonic collision. Sophia James, with her hauntingly ethereal voice that feels like a lucid dream dipped in reverb, pairs perfectly with veronicavon's enigmatic synth wizardry, which sounds like an electrified hug from an analog future. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental experience that’ll have your ears ringing and your soul soaring. Consider this your golden ticket to indie nirvana before the rest of the world catches on. Follow The Echo's socials now, because the most exclusive scenes start with a whisper, not a shout.
Clear your calendars and dust off your thrifted leather jackets, because Swelles VS Jonny West are about to redefine your understanding of a live gig. This isn’t just a concert—it’s a sonic battlefield where shimmering shoegaze riffs collide head-on with the raw energy of an electro-pop revolution. Swelles, fresh off their residency in a Bushwick basement, will wrap you in a cocoon of reverb-soaked dreams, while Jonny West, the enigmatic wunderkind who keeps breaking the internet with surprise drops, is set to unleash synth anthems that'll make your heart race faster than a limited-edition cassette release. Grab your tote bag, slip on your most worn-in Docs, and prepare for a night of reckless auditory abandon. Miss it, and you'll only have your Instagram feed to cry over.
If your soul's been craving a sonic hug, Daniela Andrade is about to wrap you in the warmest of blankets at her upcoming set. Sliding into the scene like a whisper that won't stop echoing, Andrade’s lo-fi indie pop is the perfect soundtrack for your late-night introspections and caffeine-induced revelations. Her ethereal vocals and hauntingly beautiful melodies embody the essence of a Wes Anderson film scored by Beach House. This is a chance to catch her in an intimate setting before she inevitably becomes the next big thing on everyone's end-of-year lists. In a world where authenticity often feels like a myth, Andrade delivers it with every note. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through blurry Instagram Stories, wishing you were there in the flesh instead of just spirit. Get ready to feel every feeling, all at once.
Kurt Vile and the Violators are sweeping into town like a lo-fi hurricane, ready to stir up the kind of sonic bliss that turns even the most stoic Slack messages into all-caps exclamations. If you haven't yet surrendered to Vile's sprawling psych-folk narratives, you're about to get schooled in the gospel of eternal cool. Picture this: hazy licks that unravel like late-night conversations, and lyrics that read like the diary entries of your chillest friend who somehow always ends up hitchhiking across the country. This isn't just a concert; it's an initiation into a world where time bends, and the mundane becomes magic. The Violators, Vile's trusty comrades in cosmic sound, amplify the experience with grooves so deep you might need a mining permit. You won't just be witnessing a performance; you'll be part of a transcendent jam session that's half basement confessional, half Woodstock dreamscape. Dust off your dad's vintage flannel and get your most enigmatic head nod ready. Miss this, and you're missing indie history.
Catch 22, Something To Do, Beat the Smart Kids, DJ Chuck Wren
If your weekend plans are still as empty as the liner notes of a TikTok single, consider this your wake-up call. This Saturday, the subterranean sanctum of sound, Township, is hosting a lineup so stacked it’s basically a Jenga tower of musical mastery. Catch 22 is headlining, ready to throw down their skacore anthems like it’s 1998 and they just time-traveled from a Warped Tour stage. But wait, there’s more: Something To Do is set to unleash their brassy, bouncy ska-punk vibes, and Beat the Smart Kids will be there to remind you why Wisconsin is secretly cool (hint: it’s not the cheese). As if that isn’t enough to get your heart skanking, DJ Chuck Wren, the godfather of Jump Up Records, will be spinning vinyl so rare it makes your Discogs wishlist look like a sad eBay page. Expect to sweat out your existential dread on the dance floor while surrounded by the kind of people who know which obscure Japanese city pop artist influenced Mac DeMarco. So ditch the Netflix binge and lose yourself in a night where nostalgia and novelty collide in perfect harmony. Trust me, your Sunday morning hangover will thank you.
If you thought the interstellar soundscapes of 2022 couldn't get any denser, you're in for a galactic surprise. Radkey, the raucous alt-rock trio whose edge is as sharp as their hair is long, are joining forces with Anfang, the darkwave-synth sensation, and Radar Waves, the shoegaze impresarios whose reverb-drenched stylings consistently puncture new sonic frontiers. This is the kind of show that'll make the walls of the grimiest underground venue vibrate with pure, unfiltered indie energy. Expect the kind of heady, heavy vibes that feel like a mosh pit to the five senses. This isn't just another night in the DIY labyrinth; it's a three-band sonic assault that'll leave your eardrums begging for mercy and your soul craving more. Come prepared to lose yourself in the sonic abyss and find yourself in a post-gig euphoria that only the coolest of the cool kids will understand.
Mickey Avalon is hitting the stage, and if you're not there, you're missing out on the kind of gritty glam that only happens once in a blue moon—or under a flickering neon sign at a dive bar that's cooler than the inside of your favorite vinyl's sleeve. Imagine beats so infectious they'd make even your aloof friend in the corner put down their IPA and dance. This is not just a gig; it's a pilgrimage to the underbelly of Hollywood's hedonistic past, where each raunchy rhyme slides over bass lines that could have been stolen from the Velvet Underground's wildest dreams. Whether you're a seasoned scenester or just chasing that next adrenaline fix, Mickey Avalon will have you reveling in lyrical indulgence and charismatic chaos. Don't just hear about it from your friend's Instagram stories—be there, or regret it while scrolling through #WishYouWereHere posts the morning after.
Clear your calendar and lace up those well-loved Docs, because this Friday, the sonic trifecta of Mouthy Baby, Recess, and Off Wing is about to shake your existential ennui right out of those thrifted threads. Kicking off at 9pm in a venue that feels more like a secret than just another Friday night hangout, these bands are everything your Spotify Discover Weekly wishes it could be. Mouthy Baby will grab you by the eardrums with their gritty, garage glam sound—a love letter to the raw energy of the early aughts. Meanwhile, Recess will take you on a synth-driven detour through your wildest daydreams, evoking the nostalgia of a summer that never really ended. And just when you think you've seen it all, Off Wing swoops in with their jagged post-punk riffs that are sharper than your eyeliner wing. Tickets are a mere $15 if you're quick enough to snag them online or a still-worthy $20 at the door. This is your chance to brag about catching the future of indie music before the hype machines even know what hit them. Don't be the one scrolling through Instagram stories with a heavy heart while everyone else is losing theirs in the pit. See you at the front.
Desert Daze Presents: Microdazing with Flying Mojito Bros. + Brainstory (DJ Set)
When was the last time you felt the pulse of the cosmos through your Vans? Desert Daze is back to baptize your eardrums in a night of cosmic revelry, featuring the sun-soaked grooves of Flying Mojito Bros. and a Brainstory DJ set that's as smooth as a thrifted suede jacket. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for souls who crave the sort of transcendental vibes that only a desert night can deliver. Picture yourself swaying under starlit skies, surrounded by the coolest crowd this side of Coachella, all while sipping on something that tastes as far away as your ex's mixtape collection. Forget FOMO—embrace the vibe shift and let yourself be Microdazed. This is where the magic happens. 21+ only.
If you’re not at the Lower East Record Club this weekend, you might as well be scrolling through your ex’s playlist for kicks. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a sonic pilgrimage into the heart of DIY coolness, where vinyl crackles and synth waves crash into each other like long-lost lovers. Lower East Record Club is the embodiment of what the indie scene strives to be: raw, unpolished, and achingly authentic. Picture it: a dimly lit basement, beer cans clinking like wind chimes, and a crowd that moves like seaweed in a lo-fi current. This band doesn’t just play music—they create an atmosphere that’s part nostalgia, part revolution. If you’re craving a night that’s all about feeling the music in your bones and connecting with fellow audiophiles, don’t sleep on this. You’ll want to say you were there before they were headlining the next secret festival everyone’s suddenly talking about.
If you're still nursing a soft spot for the days when a shaky iPhone video from last night's gig could turn you into an internet legend, then the Moroccan Lounge has your Saturday night salvation. Enter "All Your Friends: The Indie Party," your personal time machine back to the chaotic glory of the 2010s, where every playlist was a love letter to late-night misadventures. Picture a dance floor where Passion Pit's synths and LCD Soundsystem's beats marry the post-punk revival grit of your favorite underground haunts. This is where you—armed with a digital camera you dug out from a drawer—can embrace the aesthetic of your MySpace past, reimagined for the indie kids who never quite let go. Expect your heartstrings to be tugged by The 1975 and your feet to stomp to Tame Impala. Tickets are the hottest commodity, with early bird pricing the insider tip you can’t afford to sleep on. This isn't just a night out; it's a rebirth of the bloghouse era, a nod to the escapades that turned our teenage bedrooms into personal concert venues. Trust us, you don't want to be the one scrolling through everyone else's stories the next morning.
If you're ready to transcend the typical weekend haze, Green Velvet's upcoming show is your ticket to sonic nirvana. This isn't just another night out—it's an electrifying pilgrimage to the heart of the indie underworld where beats pulse in sync with your very soul. Picture it: a kaleidoscope of soundscapes, where synths shimmer like city lights and basslines weave through the crowd like a shared secret. With a vibe as exclusive as a thrifted leather jacket that fits just right, this 21+ affair is your chance to dive headfirst into a soundscape adventure that even your most aloof friend would drop everything for. But remember, the only acceptable key to this underground utopia is a TicketWeb or TIXR pass—so sidestep those third-party traps and get ready to prove your ID matches your unmistakable need for epic nights. Green Velvet is the password to a night that promises to echo in your playlists and memories for years to come.
If you're not at Baby's All Right this Saturday, what are you even doing with your life? No Boys Just Perreo is about to turn their usual frenetic energy into a full-blown dancefloor exorcism, and you don't want to be stuck at home scrolling through an Instagram story that could've been your reality. Doors creak open at 10pm, unleashing a whirlwind of reggaeton beats so infectious they'll revive even your most dormant dance moves. This is a 21+ clandestine carnival, where the bass is heavy and the patriarchy takes a night off. Leave your inhibitions—and your boys—at the door. Catch you in the throng. 🍑✨
Get ready to blast off into the sonic stratosphere with Space Yacht: Big Bass Ting, where the beats are as heavy as a black hole and twice as irresistible. This isn't just an event; it's a cosmic convergence of basslines and euphoria, hosted in a venue that serves up vibes as exclusive as a secret DJ set in an abandoned Brooklyn warehouse. Doors swing open at 10pm, but trust us, the celestial crowd will be orbiting early. Guarantee your spot in this galaxy by snagging a General Admission Ticket, or roll deep with bottle service for the VIP experience. This cashless cosmos promises no mercy for third-party hustlers, so secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR. Space suits are optional, but your ID isn't—make sure it matches your ticket or prepare for a re-entry burn. The universe awaits, and this is your one-way ticket to the center of the indie nightlife universe.
If you've been feeling like the indie scene's been missing that electrifying spark, WAVES is the sonic tidal force about to wash over your ennui. This Saturday, descend into the city's grittiest basement venue where the walls vibrate with echoes of sweaty shoegaze nights long past, as WAVES unleashes their eclectic fusion of dream-pop landscapes and gritty post-punk bite. Imagine My Bloody Valentine making a lo-fi lovechild with Slowdive, sprinkled with just enough synthy sparkle to keep you dancing until the amps blow. This isn't just a gig—it's a rite of passage. So, grab your coolest thrifted jacket, because missing this would be like skipping CBGB in '77 or saying "nah" to Nirvana in '91. You might just find yourself bragging about this night for decades—if you're lucky enough to squeeze in.
Ready to get schooled in true rock and roll academia? Put down the PBR, plug out of your latest Spotify playlist, and enter the raw, pulsing world of School of Rock Chicago. This ain't your typical band—think of it more as a gritty symposium in the Art of Shred. Subverting the system from within and flipping the bird to the mainstream, these underdog virtuosos transform mundane classrooms into cathedrals of sound that would make even Sonic Youth proud. Lo-fi aesthetics blend with punk ethos, creating an intoxicating mélange of rebellious ballads and anthems that will have you thrashing in the metaphorical mosh pit. Forget about your obscure vinyl collections and sub-par local gigs, this is the real deal. School of Rock Chicago is set to remind us all why we fell in love with the underground in the first place.
There's a bloodbath brewing in the underground, but don't panic - it's just UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY sinking their fangs into the pulsating jugular of the indie scene. These nocturnal noise-makers have been haunting the DIY circuit with their volatile blend of shadowy shoegaze and synth-drenched post-punk, weaving darkly seductive sonic spells that'll have you swaying like a hypnotized victim in a B-movie. Forget about garlic and stakes, the only defense you'll need is a pair of sturdy dancing shoes and an insatiable appetite for the avant-garde. You've been warned — missing out would be a grave mistake.
Clear your calendar and dust off your dancing shoes, because Everyday People ft. DJ Moma is about to flip the script on your Friday night. We're talking a sonic odyssey that starts at your favorite underground venue and ends somewhere in the stratosphere. Everyday People, the band that somehow seamlessly threads together the threads of funk, soul, and a sprinkle of that '90s NYC swagger, are teaming up with DJ Moma, the mastermind of beats that make your body forget it's got bones. Imagine the kind of groove that Prince would've bootlegged, mixed with the transcendental vibes of a Solange afterparty. The crowd? A tapestry of the city’s most elusive cool cats and scene-chasers who know that you don't just attend an event like this – you experience it. So, polish up that mystique of yours and prepare to be swept into a night where the music doesn't just play; it lives, breathes, and redefines your idea of rhythm.
Clear your calendars and charge your phones, because Dum Dum Fest 2026 is about to unleash a sonic tsunami that even the most jaded hipster will struggle to resist. Anchored by the enigmatic Past Self, whose introspective tunes are the closest you’ll get to a sonic time machine, this lineup is a mixtape of your coolest fever dreams. Drag Talk promises to detonate any preconceived notions of genre with their boundary-blurring swagger, while Taleen Kali will serve up her signature blend of cosmic fuzz and ethereal vocals, making you feel like you’ve been abducted by the coolest aliens imaginable. But wait, there’s more. VERTTIGO is here to spin your world upside down with their synth-laden anthems that sound like the future crashing into your speakers. And let’s not forget the high-energy theatrics of Lord Friday the 13th, whose stage presence alone could power a small city. If you crave a good old-fashioned, raw rock experience, Sunder’s got you covered with riffs that feel like they were distilled from pure rebellion. And closing out the evening with a jolt of electricity, Kit Major is set to make you dance like your life depends on it. Mark my words, missing this will haunt you harder than any retro Polaroid ever could. So, follow The Echo's socials, tattoo the date on your arm, and get ready to dive deep into the echo chamber of cool. Dum Dum Fest is calling—will you answer?
If your soul craves a sonic soiree that fuses the grit of a Brooklyn basement with the ethereal echoes of a dream you swear you had in '98, Harvey Street is your next obsession. This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into a lush, lo-fi wonderland where shoegaze guitars drape over your consciousness like a velvet curtain and synths shimmer like city lights in a puddle. With the doors creaking open at 6pm, you'll want to skip the pre-show whiskey ritual and dive headfirst into the vibes. Tickets are $20 now, but trust, even at $25 day of, it's a steal for a night that promises to melt your cynicism into the sticky floor of the venue. Bring your cool friends—or make new ones in the haze—and prepare for an auditory baptism that could only happen under the influence of the indie scene's finest.
Alright, folks, mark your calendars and dust off your artisanal handkerchiefs because Sea Wolf is about to take you on a feels trip you won't want to miss. VLSF & KCRW are serving up a night that’s as intimate as your best friend’s living room, but with vibes that only the enigmatic Alex Brown Church can summon. Dive deep into the nostalgia pool with the haunting melodies of Old World Romance, back when 2012 felt like a garden of reverb-drenched dreams. But hold onto your ethically sourced beanies—there's a sneak peek of what’s to come from the forthcoming Sea Wolf album, a whisper of future brilliance in the air. This is not just a concert; it's a moment in time where the past meets the future, and your jaded indie heart gets to beat a little faster. Secure your spot, and let’s make some memories that’ll make even your most aloof playlist weep.
Rx Bandits - And The Battle Begun 20th Anniversary Tour, with Maps & A
In a world where twenty years feels like a lifetime and a heartbeat all at once, Rx Bandits' "And The Battle Begun" 20th Anniversary Tour is the sonic time machine jaded hipsters didn’t know they needed. Hitting the scene like a bolt of indie lightning at The Belasco, this all-ages gig promises to be your ticket to musical nirvana—or at least a temporary escape from scrolling aimlessly through your ex’s Instagram. With the venue's raw, standing-room-only setup, you're not just a spectator; you're a part of the living, breathing tapestry of sound and sweat. And let's not sleep on Maps & A, the kind of support act that turns openers into legends before your disenchanted eyes. The pre-show VIP lounge opens at 5:30 PM, but the real magic unfurls when the doors swing wide at 6:30 PM. By the time Rx Bandits hit the stage at 7:30 PM, you’ll be knee-deep in the kind of euphoric nostalgia that makes you wonder if time really does heal all. Get ready to battle your inner cynic and lose.
Monolord with Special Guests: Acid King, Mizmor
If your week’s been a haze of existential dread and overpriced cold brew, here’s the antidote. This Thursday, doom metal titans Monolord are descending on our city with a sonic assault that promises to liquefy your bones and reconstruct them with riff-laden majesty. And just when you think you’ve emerged from the fog, Acid King steps in to recalibrate your psyche with their stoner rock alchemy, weaving a tapestry of crushing grooves and hypnotic rhythms. But wait, there’s more—Mizmor, the enigma of avant-garde blackened doom, will be there to paint your soul with shades of introspection and raw emotion. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an odyssey through the outer limits of sound. Doors at 7, show at 8—don’t be the one who hears about it later. Trust me, your future self will thank you. All ages, so bring your little brother who's convinced himself he's the next Thurston Moore; let him learn at the altar of distortion.
KCRW presents: Aquarium Drunkard 21st Ann: SML w/ Genevieve Artadi
If you're tired of the same old recycled playlists and thirsting for something that feels real, Nik Parr & The Selfless Lovers are about to flip your world from grayscale to technicolor. This isn't just another gig—it's an explosion of sound that could make even the most ironic hipster crack a genuine smile. Imagine a night where relentless sax solos and electrifying keyboard riffs collide in a sweaty oasis of pure, unfiltered bliss. Doors swing open at 7PM, and you’ll want to be there early to claim your spot. Trust me, this is a show that could make even your most obscure vinyl collection seem suddenly mainstream. It’s a sonic pilgrimage worth taking, one that promises to transform your mundane Tuesday into the stuff of indie legend. Just make sure your ID's valid—this is a night for the grown-ups who still know how to dance like kids. All times are subject to change, but the promise of an unforgettable night? That’s set in stone.
If your soul's been craving a sonic pilgrimage, BELLEVUE HOLIDAY is about to be your cathedral. These art-pop rebels are turning the backroom of that dive bar you pretend to hate into a neon-soaked sanctuary this Thursday night, and trust me, missing this is not an option. Imagine if David Lynch directed a synthwave prom and you're halfway there—BELLEVUE's kaleidoscopic soundscapes and hauntingly ethereal vocals will have you questioning if you've slipped into an alternate dimension where every track is a banger and every beat is a revelation. Don't just scroll past this—your future self will thank you. Plus, who doesn't want to be the first to say, "I saw them before they were headlining festivals"? Grab your tickets, throw on that vintage jacket that still smells of last summer's escapades, and prepare to be enveloped in a musical experience you won’t be able to shut up about.
Earlybirds Club 80s + New Wave Night (21 and Over)
Dive headfirst into a kaleidoscope of sound with Earlybirds Club, the band that’s single-handedly reviving your jaded soul’s faith in live music. Their upcoming gig at the no-name dive bar that everyone knows is the scene’s worst-kept secret promises to transcend the usual humdrum of paint-by-numbers indie shows. Imagine if Mac DeMarco and Phoebe Bridgers decided to have an impromptu jam session while Portishead slinked in to provide the groove, and you’re halfway there. Expect lo-fi heartache, synths that shimmer like a heatwave off Bedford Ave pavement, and hooks so sharp they’ll carve a niche in your ever-cynical heart. Grab your battered denim jacket and your ironic tote; this is the kind of night that stamps itself onto memory and lingers long after the last guitar string fades. Miss this, and trust me: you'll regret it when your cooler-than-thou friend won’t shut up about it over overpriced oat milk lattes.
Band: UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY Catch the cryptic rhythm and dark allure of Untitled Vampire Play, the latest sensation pulling back the velvet curtain on the indie scene. This enigmatic collective fuses twilight sonics with blood-rush lyricism, spinning tales of love, loss, and endless nights. Their sound is a heady cocktail—three parts post-punk gloom, two parts synthpop sparkle, with a twist of gothic glamour. Think Joy Division meets Depeche Mode in a moonlit cemetery, where they summon the ghost of Bowie for an impromptu jam session. Their live shows are seething cauldrons of energy, where the boundary between audience and band blurs into a shared, throbbing heartbeat. The stage becomes an altar, the music a hypnotic sermon, and you, the willing congregant, are left bewitched, bothered, and begging for more. Don't let their name fool you—Untitled Vampire Play are far from being an undefined footnote. They are the headline, the main act, the hush before the storm. Their narrative is written in bold strokes and whispers, inviting you to read between the lines, to join their nocturnal dance. So, if you're tired of the same old synth-cycled tales, let Untitled Vampire Play sink their teeth into your musical tastes. You'll find it a bite you won't mind bearing.
"Weird Al" Yankovic: Bigger & Weirder 2026 Tour
An accordion-fueled fever dream of pop culture parody is blasting its way to you in 2026 with "Weird Al" Yankovic's Bigger & Weirder Tour. Forget what you think you know about this hair-metal-haired, Hawaiian-shirted phenom. Yankovic is more than a novelty act—he's a painstaking pastiche artist who's had his finger on the pulse of pop's jugular for decades. Expect eye-popping visuals, unexpected deep cuts, and a level of showmanship few can match. Safety measures? Sure, they're in place. But when you're in the throes of a polka-fied medley that skips from Billie Eilish to Frank Ocean in a single breath, you'll forget all about them. Don't miss your chance to be a part of the weirdness that will have your friends green with envy and your social feeds blowing up.
Electric Feels: Indie Rock + Electronic Dance Party (21+)
When the clock strikes midnight in Los Angeles, the only place you need to be is at Electric Feels, where the indie rock riffs crash headfirst into electronic waves, creating the kind of sonic tidal wave you'd willingly drown in. It's happening at The Echo, that hallowed haunt where legends are born and inhibitions are left at the door, nestled right at the heart of Glendale Blvd. Picture this: a night where your wildest dreams of dance floor transcendence meet reality, as pulsating beats and anthemic sing-alongs fuel the electric chaos. Whether you’re craving the nostalgic warmth of a synth line straight out of a John Hughes film or the visceral thrashing of a guitar solo that feels like a jolt of pure adrenaline, this is the party that promises it all. So lace up those well-worn dancing shoes and prepare to groove until the sun creeps over the horizon, because missing out on Electric Feels is a crime against cool you'll never live down.
Dive deep into the electric undercurrent of the indie cosmos with yetep, the genre-bending maestro who's orchestrating sounds from the heart of the underground straight into your Friday night plans. Set your expectations to kaleidoscopic as this unforgettable experience defies the mundane, breaking down barriers between audience and artist with every synth-laden beat. This 21+ sonic escapade offers more than bottle service and VIP sections; it's a portal into a sonic wonderland where only the brave and the bold dare to tread. Remember, this is a cashless galaxy—so leave your paper at home and prep your cards for a night that promises to be more than just another blip on your social radar. Forget about the resale market; this is a TicketWeb and TIXR exclusive. So, grab your crew, check your emails for those golden tickets, and don't let your FOMO turn into a missed opportunity. It's time to embrace the indie zeitgeist. Are you in?
DREAMLAND PRIDE IN CENTRAL PARK 2026: PURPLE DISCO MACHINE + KUNGS
When the summer heat starts to feel like a rerun and you're tired of the same old Spotify algorithm, DREAMLAND PRIDE is about to hit Central Park like a sonic meteor shower. Mark your calendars for 2026's most anticipated open-air spectacle featuring synth sorcerer Purple Disco Machine and the groove messiah himself, Kungs. These beat alchemists are set to turn the Great Lawn into a euphoric dance utopia, blending shades of nu-disco and house that pulse with so much electricity, you'll feel it in your bones. Picture it: a sea of vibrant souls, all swaying under a technicolor sky, where every bass drop is a communal heartbeat. This isn't just a concert; it's an astral journey to a parallel universe where the only law is to dance like no one’s watching. If you've been yearning for that elusive night where music is your only language, let this be your calling. Consider your summer officially saved.
Prepare your senses for an auditory odyssey as Obskur takes over the local dive this Friday night. This enigmatic ensemble, shrouded in a haze of reverb and mystery, is poised to deliver a set that’s less concert, more transcendental experience. Imagine sonic landscapes painted with brushstrokes of shoegaze and glimmers of post-punk, all wrapped in an electric DIY ethos that feels like it was plucked from a stranger's 3 a.m. mixtape. These avant-garde alchemists are the secret handshake of the underground scene, so if you’re looking to trade your ennui for euphoria, Obskur’s gig is the place to shed your cynicism and embrace the unfamiliar. Secure your spot and let your soul get sonically baptized. Miss it, and you’ll be doomscrolling through everyone’s fever-dream Insta stories instead.
trash castle with Pop Hysteria & Blonde Goth
If your Spotify Discover Weekly feels stale and your weekend plans are looking as dry as your grandma's Shredded Wheat, consider this your salvation. The Moroccan Lounge is throwing down a sonic gauntlet on June 28th, and you'd be remiss to miss the chaos. Headlining the night is trash castle, a band whose discordant anthems are like if Sonic Youth and My Bloody Valentine had a love child raised on a diet of obscure zines and existential dread. They'll be flanked by Pop Hysteria, purveyors of synth-laced earworms more addictive than your ex's Instagram, and Blonde Goth, who bring a moody glamour that feels like the soundtrack to a lost Sofia Coppola film. Doors swing open at 6:30pm, and with tickets at just $15 in advance, you can still afford that overpriced oat milk latte the next morning. Do yourself a favor, feel something new—your ears and your future self will thank you.
Tiny Desk Contest On The Road 2026 with Cure For Paranoia
Brace yourselves, music mavens, because NPR's Tiny Desk Contest is hitting the road again in 2026, and it's bringing the sonic storm we all need. Leading the charge is Cure For Paranoia, the genre-melting brainchild of Dallas dynamo Cameron McCloud. If you're not already swooning over McCloud—rapper, revolutionary, and low-key hero to pre-schoolers everywhere—then his vibrant jams and razor-sharp rhymes will make you a believer. Imagine if Kendrick Lamar and OutKast had a lovechild who spent playtime crafting beats with the Muppets. That's Cure For Paranoia—playful yet political, and pulsing with the kind of authenticity that dares you not to move. We don't know the opening acts yet, but if they're handpicked to share the stage with McCloud and his crew, expect them to be nothing short of electric. So, dust off your coolest thrift store jacket, grab your too-cool-to-care friends, and prepare to have your musical paradigm shifted. This is the kind of concert that will make you regret every Netflix binge and quiet night in. Don't say we didn't warn you when your friends won't shut up about how epic it was. Join the movement, and find your cure. Now that's a summer vibe you don't want to miss.
Cancel your Saturday night plans and dig out that vintage band tee because Armor For Sleep is about to turn your weeknight ennui into pure catharsis. As the pioneering alchemists of that early-2000s emo sound, they’re back to remind us all why we fell in love with their melancholic anthems in the first place. With doors swinging open at 7pm, you've got just enough time to grab that overpriced oat milk latte before you dive headfirst into a sonic landscape where nostalgia meets raw, unfiltered energy. This isn’t just a gig—it’s a pilgrimage for anyone who’s ever scribbled lyrics in the margins of a notebook. Whether you're reliving your teenage angst or discovering it for the first time, missing this show would be a tragedy of Shakespearean proportions. Show up, sing out, and embrace the emo renaissance—this is the place to be when the clock strikes 8pm.
Prepare to be thrust into the throbbing heart of the indie scene with UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY—an uncanny fusion of bloodthirsty beats and spectral synth waves that will leave you questioning your very existence. This isn't your typical basement shoegaze set; it's a multi-sensory odyssey that will send chills down your spine and reverb through your soul. Are you ready to dance with the undead and rock out to the rhythm of the night? You bet your vampire teeth you are. UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY is the sonic crypt you've been waiting to unearth. Drinking in their haunting harmonies and ethereal echoes is an experience akin to stumbling upon a super-secret warehouse rave in the belly of Berlin — it's dark, it's delicious, and it's disturbingly addictive. Don't condemn yourself to another night of Netflix napping. Embrace the unknown, tap into your eternal cool, and let UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY sink their musical fangs into you. The indie scene is about to get a taste of the afterlife.
Rigid, Jack Riedy and the Dealbreakers, Sattva Dog
Clear your calendar and dust off those Docs, because this Friday night at the ever-so-exclusive Velvet Underground basement is the kind of gig that will make your future self jealous if you miss it. First up, we've got Sattva Dog, the psych-groove maestros whose sound feels like a kaleidoscope got lost in a Pink Floyd record—expect to be transported. Following them, Jack Riedy and the Dealbreakers are set to take us on a wild ride with their raw, rebellious riffs and lyrics sharp enough to cut through your ennui. And headlining, Rigid is bringing their post-punk prowess with an introspective edge that's as if Ian Curtis got existential. This isn't just a lineup; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous. Be there, or be wondering forever what could have been.
Event Blurb: Crisp autumn nights are wasted on the living. This Friday, dive into the sanguine sonic shades of UNTITLED VAMPIRE PLAY. A band that captures the zeitgeist of the post-punk panorama with the rapacious fervor of a creature of the night. They've been hailed as the spectral lovechild of Bauhaus and Cocteau Twins, their sound a symphony of shadows that fuses desolate guitars with cataclysmic synths. With a reputation for shows that are more ritual than concert, expect a night of relentless rhythms and intoxicating choruses that will compel even the most cynical souls. Don't just be another face caught in the glow of your phone screen - join us in the dark.
Goetia, Ritual Fog, Defense Wound, Funerary Outlook
This Friday, dive headfirst into the sonic abyss with a lineup that's practically conjured from the depths of your coolest vinyl dreams. Goetia, the darkwave darlings who've been spinning their own witchy web of sound, are set to headline a night that promises to be nothing short of transcendental. Ritual Fog will envelop you in their atmospheric haze, leaving you somewhere between this realm and the next. Defense Wound is ready to unleash their blistering post-punk anthems, a perfect soundtrack for your existential dread. And kicking things off, Funerary Outlook will guide you through a melancholic labyrinth of sound, proving that sadness never sounded so good. This is more than just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who live for the underground pulse. Consider your FOMO activated.
Clear your calendar and lace up your most ironic pair of Dr. Martens—MEGG is about to turn your world into a kaleidoscope of sound. This isn't just another gig; it's the kind of sonic pilgrimage that makes even the most seasoned show-goer whisper "whoa" under their breath. Emerging from the swirling ether of the DIY circuit, MEGG's ethereal blend of dream-pop and post-punk has the kind of raw edge that cuts through the digital noise and gets under your skin in the best possible way. Imagine the Cocteau Twins and Sonic Youth had a rebellious love child who spent weekends making zines and writing manifestos in a Bushwick loft. With lyrics that feel like love letters penned on the back of a mixtape and melodies that shimmer like city lights through a rain-soaked windshield, missing this set would be like scrolling past a perfectly curated vinyl drop. You won't just want to be there; you'll want to say you were there first.
Get ready to transcend mere existence, because Patty Pershayla and Michelle Sanchez are about to drop a sonic meteorite on our otherwise mundane timeline. These two titans of the indie galaxy are colliding for a night that promises to be nothing short of legendary. Picture this: Patty's raw, visceral lyricism sparring with Michelle's ethereal synth landscapes in a duel that'll reverberate your soul like a long-lost My Bloody Valentine B-side. It's the kind of event where shoegaze dreams tie-dye with synthpop reality, and you might just find yourself scribbling zine poetry about it afterward. This is not just a concert; it's an initiation into a secret society of sound. Miss this, and your future self will resent you forever.
If you haven't yet surrendered yourself to the sonic embrace of Lane 8, consider this your official wake-up call. This Saturday, the maestro of melodic house is transforming Lakefront Green into a utopia of beats and feels, where the skyline melts into synth-laden sunsets and every bass drop reverberates through the city’s bones. Forget the cookie-cutter club scene; this is where the real alchemy happens—where euphoric melodies meet the open air and kindred souls dance like nobody's watching. Picture it: a sea of vintage windbreakers swaying in unison, eyes closed, hearts open. It’s not just a gig; it’s a communion of the cool. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through everyone else’s Instagrams, wondering why you ever doubted the magic.
If you're not already vibing with Odd Mob, you might want to reassess your playlist priorities. This Aussie electronic duo is like the sonic lovechild of a rave in an underground Berlin club and a neon-lit arcade. Their beats are as infectious as a TikTok dance challenge, but with way more depth and nuance. They're hitting up our scene with an energy that could power a small city, and trust me, missing out on their set is like skipping out on the afterparty of the year. Grab your coolest threads and get ready to lose yourself in their kaleidoscopic soundscapes. The FOMO will be real, and your street cred is on the line.
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic wonderland at Bottom Lounge, where the indie trinity of La Texana, Blood Club, and Future Nobodies is set to redefine your Friday night. Whether you're a fan of La Texana's genre-bending riffs, Blood Club's dark pop alchemy, or Future Nobodies' gritty synth-laden anthems, this lineup is the stuff of underground legend. Imagine a night where every chord strikes like a secret handshake, and every lyric feels like it was written just for you. Sure, tickets might be playing hard to get, but isn't the chase half the fun? This isn't just another gig; it's a pilgrimage for the perpetually hip, and missing out would be like skipping the afterparty of the year. So, lace up those well-worn Converse, double-check your inbox for those elusive tickets, and get ready to experience a night that will haunt your group chat for weeks.
Brace yourself, because It's Murph is about to detonate your weeknight routine like a firecracker in a stale dive bar. The Brooklyn-based band is storming the stage with their genre-bending alchemy of post-punk grit and synth-laden dreamscapes that sound like Joy Division and Tame Impala had a love child at a basement show. Their latest EP, "Neon Reverie," is a kaleidoscope of sound that will make even your most obscure Spotify playlist seem pedestrian. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for the terminally cool. So ditch your ironic detachment at the door and prepare for a sonic baptism that will have you texting everyone you know about the night you almost missed. Trust us, this is the band your future self will brag about having seen before they blew up.
When was the last time you felt the bass in your bloodstream and the synths in your soul? Senpai Squad is about to turn The Belasco into a neon-drenched dreamscape where your ennui has no refuge. This isn't just a show—it's an 18+ pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of electric sound and unfiltered vibes. The Belasco's standing room only policy ensures you'll be part of a kinetic soundwave that moves as one collective body. Accessibility needs? They've got you covered, ensuring everyone can vibe without boundaries. With the doors swinging open at 8PM and the magic kicking off at 9PM, it's a night where the only thing subject to change is your perception of what a live show can be. Miss it if you dare, but don't say we didn't warn you when your FOMO hits critical levels.
Picture this: the sultry glow of a venue that's more future than past, where Laidback Luke is about to unspool the sonic tapestry of CONTINUUM. This isn't just a gig; it's a journey, a synth-powered odyssey through the realms of electronic euphoria. Here, in the heart of everything cashless and cool, bottle service and VIP sections promise a night that teeters on the edge of the surreal. Forget the hucksters of StubHub and Vivid Seats—this is a TicketWeb and TIXR exclusive, where your ID is your passport to the soundscape. It's a playground for the 21+ crowd who know that the real dress code is attitude. So ditch the ennui and step into a world where every beat is a brushstroke on the canvas of now. This is more than a night out—it's a chapter in the story of your life's coolest moments. Don’t just hear about it; be about it.
If you're looking to break free from the monotony of your Spotify Discover playlist, Rooler [All Night Long] is the sonic sanctuary you've been waiting for. Picture this: a night where basslines groove through your veins, synths shimmer like neon in the dark, and every track feels like an undiscovered anthem from a parallel universe. This isn't just a gig—it's a full-throttle odyssey into the pulsating heart of the indie scene's best-kept secrets. Held in an intimate venue where the walls pulse with every beat, Rooler promises an all-night euphoria that’s as exclusive as a secret afterparty in the Brooklyn underground. And while bottle service and VIP sections might whisper of exclusivity, the real magic is mixed into the crowd, shoulder to shoulder with fellow sonic adventurers. This is one ticket you’ll want to secure through the right channels—TicketWeb and TIXR are your keys to the kingdom, so steer clear of third-party heartbreak. Bring your ID, bring your crew, and leave your inhibitions at the door. Rooler is more than a show; it’s an invitation to be part of a night that could redefine your musical narrative. Your presence isn't just preferred—it's essential.
If your playlist needs a jolt of electric energy and your weekend plans are thirsting for a shot of something sublime, then Vintage Culture at Lakefront Green is your siren call. Imagine a sunset backdrop that looks like it was plucked from an A24 dreamscape, paired with beats that make even the shufflers feel like they’ve been missing out. Vintage Culture isn’t just spinning tracks; he's crafting an auditory tapestry that takes you from the underground clubs of São Paulo to a rooftop in Brooklyn—all without leaving the lush embrace of the Green. Get ready for a night where basslines flirt with the skyline and every drop feels like a secret only the coolest kids are in on. Miss this, and you might as well cancel summer.
Day Trip feat. Hayden James, Gudfella, Local Singles
If your Saturday night plans need a serious upgrade from scrolling through TikTok or pretending to be interested in your friend's vinyl collection, look no further than Day Trip at the pulse of the indie scene. Imagine sweating it out on the dance floor to Hayden James' euphoric beats, with Gudfella spinning tracks that blur the line between dreams and reality, and Local Singles dropping tunes that feel like a sonic love letter to your coolest selves. Forget the headache of third-party ticket drama—grab your passes straight from TicketWeb and slide into this cashless, 21+ utopia. While your government's all up in your ID business, your soul will be busy vibing in the neon glow of the venue. And hey, if you and your crew want to live like the rockstars you are, inquire about bottle service and VIP sections. This isn't just another night out—this is the night your Spotify playlist wishes it could be. Got FOMO yet?
Gravity Bookings Presents: Fierce Invalids, Memory Milk & JessX
Clear your calendar and charge your phones because Gravity Bookings is about to hijack your summer night with a lineup that feels like a fever dream you won't want to wake up from. On July 7, 2026, the sonic architects of chaos, Fierce Invalids, are set to unleash their genre-bending anthems that blur the lines between post-punk grit and ethereal shoegaze haze. With Memory Milk pouring out their lush, synth-soaked lullabies that sound like they’re sent from an alternate dimension where nostalgia reigns supreme, your heartstrings won’t know what hit them. And let’s not forget JessX, the enigmatic enchanter of the underground scene, whose performances are a cathartic experience in reclaiming your identity one song at a time. Doors swing open at 9:30 pm, and for a mere $12 (because legends don’t wait for paychecks), you get a front-row ticket to the revolution. All ages are welcome because, let’s face it, this is a night you’ll be bragging about for decades. Don’t say we didn’t warn you—the FOMO is real, and it’s coming straight for your soul.
Dive headfirst into the kaleidoscopic vortex that is VLSF Presents: Rabit at The Echo—a sonic pilgrimage for those who crave the ecstatic and the experimental. Rabit, the enigmatic alchemist of sound, is set to unravel the tapestry of your consciousness with their genre-defying beats that flicker between the ethereal and the visceral. This isn't just another gig; it's a transcendental experience for the audacious few who dare to explore the outer fringes of the music universe. Find your place among the enlightened and tune in as the frequencies of the underground pulse through your very being. Don’t just hear about it later, be part of the narrative now. Check The Echo's socials and secure your passage to the night's revelry before the echoes fade.
Clear your Thursday night plans, because 93XRT is dishing out an auditory feast you won't want to miss—Royel Otis is hitting the stage, and it's going to be the kind of night your future self will brag about. This Sydney duo hits that perfect sweet spot between hazy nostalgia and crisp modernity, blending indie rock with synth flourishes that make your heart beat like a drum machine. Think of it as the lovechild of Tame Impala and Mac DeMarco, raised on a steady diet of surfboards and VHS tapes. Their live show isn't just a concert; it's a sonic baptism in a sea of sound that you'll wish you could bottle and keep forever. Grab your most ironic band tee and your coolest, slightly scuffed kicks, and prepare to be submerged in a kaleidoscope of sound. Royel Otis isn't just a band you hear—they're a vibe you live.
Prepare yourself for a sonic pilgrimage that promises to shatter the ennui of your meticulously curated existence. Novulent and Baby Teeth are converging for a night that’ll make your future self eternally grateful to your present foresight. Novulent is the sonic lovechild of dream-pop and post-punk, conjuring soundscapes that feel like a lucid dream under a disco ball—think if Cocteau Twins procreated with Interpol at a warehouse rave. Baby Teeth, meanwhile, gnash and growl with a ferocious innocence, their garage-infused indie-rock throwing down gauntlets of pure, unadulterated grit. This isn't just another gig; it's a cultural happening that will have your friends nodding in solemn respect when you casually drop it into conversation. So bring your discerning ear, your best obscure band tee, and prepare to be swept away to the club where FOMO goes to die.
If your summer needs a shot of sonic adrenaline, look no further than illusion hills with mason ignacio at The Moroccan Lounge. This is the kind of night that turns your FOMO into a full-blown love affair with the underground. Illusion hills will have you riding waves of dream-pop euphoria—think Beach House meeting up with Slowdive in a neon-lit basement. Their tracks are like a mixtape passed around at that one party everyone swears they were at. And then there's mason ignacio, the bedroom pop prodigy whose synths shimmer like an 80s teen flick but hit with the emotional punch of a rainy-day breakup. This is where your Instagram stories write themselves, your 'I was there' cred gets a major upgrade, and your Spotify playlist finds its new obsession. Doors open at 9:30 PM, and trust us, the $15.75 advance ticket is your golden ticket to a night worthy of future nostalgia. Whether you're in the mood to sway or just soak in the vibes, this is the gig that'll have you grinning like a kid who just discovered their new favorite band.
This Saturday, trade your ennui for euphoria as Nora en Pure presents Purified, a transcendent sonic soiree that promises to elevate your weekend vibe into the stratosphere. Imagine this: ethereal beats that wash over you like a neon-lit dreamscape, pulsing through every fiber of your being. Nora en Pure, the undisputed queen of deep house alchemy, is set to transform the night into an otherworldly journey of melodic bliss, seamlessly blending nature-infused soundscapes with cutting-edge electronic wizardry. Think of it as a spiritual cleanse for the sonically sophisticated—a pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of bass and synth. Brace yourself for a night where the only thing more electric than the music is the energy on the dance floor. It's more than just a set; it's a movement, a microcosm of cool, and you definitely want to be part of the narrative.
The Dro Show w/ Dro, Deadbeat Nightlife, Senior Year, Caesura LIVE at El Cid (Los Angeles, CA)
This Saturday, El Cid transforms into the epicenter of all things indie with The Dro Show, a lineup so stacked it’s like a vinyl collector's fever dream. Dro, the enigmatic neo-psych sorcerer known for turning guitar feedback into religious experiences, headlines a night where eardrums are destined for enlightenment. But the magic doesn’t stop there. Deadbeat Nightlife drags you through a labyrinth of gritty post-punk anthems that sound like they crawled out of a ‘90s zine, while Senior Year brings the kind of raw, nostalgic emo that feels like reading an old diary under streetlights. And just when you think you’ve caught your breath, Caesura drops you into a world of ambient textures that toe the line between haunting and heavenly. No refunds, no exchanges—just the kind of night that tomorrow’s legends are made of. Miss this, and your FOMO will be off the charts.
If you're not already vibing with High Fade, it's probably because you're still stuck in 2023. Flash forward to July 10, 2026, where the Teragram Ballroom transforms into an ethereal playground for audiophiles. High Fade's Twice as Nice Tour is the sonic equivalent of finding a rare vinyl at your favorite thrift store—unexpected and utterly satisfying. These guys blend shoegaze and dream pop with a sprinkle of nostalgia that feels eerily fresh. And let's not sleep on Turning Jane, their opening act, who are redefining what it means to make music in a post-bedroom-pop world. At just $25, this is not just a gig; it’s a rite of passage. Doors open at 7pm, and trust me, you want to be front and center when the first chord strikes. All ages welcome, but leave your preconceptions at the door.
If your weekend plans don't involve making your way to The Echo, you're seriously missing out on the kind of sonic trip that makes the rest of LA feel like an echo of itself. Desmadre, Differences, and Safe Haven are set to crash your Friday night with a lineup that oscillates between cathartic chaos and introspective bliss. Desmadre's raw energy feels like the sonic equivalent of a spontaneous road trip with Hunter S. Thompson, while Differences will pull you into a kaleidoscope of post-punk riffs and shoegaze haze. Safe Haven rounds it out with synthpop so fresh it's like a cool breeze in an Eastside August. Check The Echo’s socials for the deets, and prepare to have your indie cred elevated to untouchable levels.
If you’re tired of the same old riff-raff and ready to elevate your sonic escapades, Daniel Allan is the name you need tattooed in your cerebral cortex. This maestro of genre-fluid soundscapes is taking over the venue with a live experience that promises to be as unpredictable as an A24 plot twist. Expect an auditory rollercoaster weaving through ethereal synths, punchy bass, and emotionally charged lyricism that’ll have you vibing harder than a Tame Impala B-side. And yeah, accessible accommodations are all set—because inclusivity is the ultimate cool. Leave your ennui at the door and prepare for an evening that might just redefine your musical ethos. Trust us, the only thing worse than missing it is hearing everyone else rave about it later.
Get ready to unravel the complex sonic tapestry that is C.O.L.A., the third hauntingly beautiful offering from indie darlings Cola. This record grapples with the weighty dichotomy of socialism and hell, and proffers the bittersweet sting of nostalgia, all wrapped up in a maximalist package. The band's tasteful minimalism has been supersized into a prismatic exploration of sound, with tracks like “Hedgesitting” blending live drums with sampled loops, creating a lush soundscape reminiscent of The Cure's “Disintegration” with a dash of Sarah Records' influence. In this swirling universe of sound, expect unexpected moments of clarity that cut right to the bone—dusky, melancholy guitar riffs seeping into crisp bass lines, lyrics probing at life's abstractions. The band’s intuitive division of labor is evident in their collaborative energy, as seen in tracks like “Favoured over the Ride”, where Stidworthy’s dreamy guitar riff sets the stage for Darcy’s evocative lyricism. Opening doors at 8 PM, the show is set to begin at 9 PM, a perfect hour to submerge yourself in the depths of Cola's sonic universe. Cola, with their subtle intensity and romantic abstraction, are promising an evening to remember—an event sure to induce even the most seasoned gig-goer's FOMO.
Lost in Dreams Los Angeles is the sonic odyssey you didn't know you needed, crashing into the heart of Silver Lake with the force of a thousand vinyl-snob debates. Imagine if David Lynch curated a dream-pop festival in a neon-lit back alley, and you're halfway there. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental communion of synth-swirls and reverb-drenched guitar riffs that will make your soul vibrate at frequencies even your coolest friend's Spotify Discover Weekly can't predict. Picture this: You're three PBRs deep, the room is an ocean of flannel and vintage band tees, and the air is electric with anticipation. Each chord strikes a chord, every note is a note to self—remember this moment. You're not just attending a show; you're stepping into a parallel universe where the line between artist and audience blurs, and the music echoes in your bones long after the last amp is unplugged. Miss this, and you'll be haunted by echoes of what could have been.
Forget your run-of-the-mill indie shindig—veteran maestro Paul Oakenfold is dropping beats that could raise CBGB's ghost for one more night of sweaty euphoria. If you’re jonesing for a sonic pilgrimage, this 18-and-over spectacle is your illuminated path. Picture this: a kaleidoscopic vortex of sound wrapping around you like the universe’s coolest hug, as Oakenfold's legendary trance takes you from pixelated bedroom raves to a cathedral of sub-bass bliss. Whether you're a purist vinyl head or a Spotify synesthete, missing this is akin to skipping Daft Punk’s last secret set on a moonlit beach somewhere in Ibiza. Dust off your dancing shoes, channel your inner raver, and prepare for a transcendental night that’ll remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. The only shame greater than missing this? Hearing about it the day after.
Get ready to dive headfirst into a night where the beats are as hypnotic as your favorite indie deep cuts. R3HAB is crashing into town, and he's bringing a sonic experience that will make you forget you ever claimed to have "outgrown" EDM. This isn't your garden-variety club night; it's an electrifying escapade for those who know the difference between a synth riff and a guitar lick, and aren't afraid to dance like nobody's watching—except maybe your Insta stories. Forget about scouring StubHub for a miracle—get your legit tickets through TicketWeb or TIXR and leave the third-party heartbreak to the amateurs. And for those who like to take their night from stellar to stratospheric, bottle service and VIP vibes await. Just remember: in this cashless kingdom, your card is your BFF, and your ID better match your ticket unless you want some serious side-eye at the door. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it in whispers and echoes at the next basement show—because everyone who’s anyone will be there.
Day Trip feat. OMNOM, Marco Strous, SLAMM
Slide into your weekend with Day Trip, the sonic journey you didn't know you needed. Featuring the electric trio of OMNOM, Marco Strous, and SLAMM, this night promises to be a euphoric blend of beats that will ripple through your bones and keep you moving. Picture this: a cashless utopia where your only currency is rhythm, and your only ID is your undying love for the groove. Forget the counterfeit chaos of third-party resellers—this is your official passport to a night of unmatched energy. And let's be honest, when's the last time you danced like no one's watching? Grab your crew, dive into the neon bliss, and let Day Trip redefine your nightlife narrative. Because missing this is missing out on tomorrow's stories you'll tell today.
Kicking It Curbside with Tall Tall Trees
If your weekend plans don't include getting swept away by the sonic wizardry of Tall Tall Trees, then what are you even doing with your life? Mike Savino is back and he's bringing the Banjotron 6500 to the kind of intimate venue that makes you feel like you're witnessing magic in real-time. Imagine the love child of Cat Stevens and Pink Floyd, raised on a steady diet of Earl Scruggs and Elliott Smith—yeah, it's like that. Fresh off a mind-bending collab with JD Pinkus and hot on the heels of his latest LP, Stick to the Mystical I, Savino's set promises to be a kaleidoscopic journey that defies genre and redefines cool. With a rumored guest appearance by Josiah Wolf, this isn't just a show, it's an experiential pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous. Get there early—RSVP won't save you from the tidal wave of FOMO when this one hits capacity.
Picture this: a night where Vermont's finest troubadour, Noah Kahan, transforms your existential dread into a melodic therapy session that feels like a warm hug on a dreary day. Kahan’s folk-pop prowess and lyrical genius will have you swearing you’ve discovered the soundtrack to your quarter-life crisis. Opening the night, we've got Gigi Perez, the underground sensation turning heads faster than a limited-press vinyl drop. Her raw, genre-blending sound is like hearing your favorite secret for the first time—intimate and exhilarating. Catch them before they're headlining arenas, and let’s be real, you'll be bragging you saw them in a space that still smells like PBR and possibilities. Miss this, and risk living vicariously through everyone else’s grainy Instagram stories.
If your playlist is starting to feel like a stale sourdough loop and you're craving something as raw and visceral as a late-night, neon-drenched epiphany, clear your calendar for The Body, BIG|BRAVE, and Stander. Dive headfirst into a night where music is less a series of songs and more a baptism by sonic fire. The Body's latest offering, "I've Seen All I Need To See," is a brutalist masterpiece—a maelstrom of distorted fury and stripped-back intensity that will rearrange your sonic DNA. This isn't just a gig; it's a chance to witness two decades of heavy music evolution explode into a single, searing moment. Add in BIG|BRAVE's minimalist doom and Stander's haunting atmospherics, and you have a lineup that doesn't just defy genres—it obliterates them. Trust us, your future self will thank you for ditching the regular and diving into this abyss of sound.
Skip your usual Thursday night ennui and dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is 44phantom at The Echo. These guys are the lovechild of a late-night jam session between The 1975 and a hazy dream you once had while listening to M83. This is your chance to catch them before they explode out of the underground faster than a TikTok trend you secretly like. The Echo’s storied walls will reverberate with 44phantom’s genre-bending sounds, a meld of angsty lyrics and euphoric beats that’ll make your journal entries read like a love letter to the indie zeitgeist. Trust us, this is one of those gigs you’ll be bragging about when you’re older and still cooler than your kids. So check your FOMO at the door and hit up The Echo’s socials for the lowdown—because missing this might just be the saddest chord in your playlist.
If your summer soundtrack needs a jolt of chaotic magic, Snõõper's upcoming gig at Teragram Ballroom is your sonic salvation. These avant-garde alchemists are set to unleash their genre-defying wizardry on July 15, 2026, and trust us, this is not your average all-ages show. With doors opening at 7pm, you'll want to snag that $20 advance ticket before it morphs into a $25 last-minute regret. Snõõper's live set is a kaleidoscope of unpredictable energy—imagine a sonic love child of early Animal Collective and a basement rave gone delightfully rogue. Prepare for a night where the dance floor becomes a living, breathing organism and the line between performer and audience blurs into a blissful cacophony. This is the kind of gig your cooler-than-thou playlist will thank you for, so lace up those vintage Docs and grab your most ironic tote; the current of cool is strong, and the FOMO is real.
Prepare to transcend the mundane this Saturday night as Eartheater descends upon your local soundscape with an otherworldly blend of ethereal pop and avant-garde experimentalism. Known for her haunting vocals and mind-bending performances, Alexandra Drewchin, aka Eartheater, crafts a sonic universe that feels like stepping into a lucid dream woven with shimmering synths and visceral guitar riffs. With doors opening at 7pm, you'll want to snag your tickets in advance for $30—trust me, it's a small price to pay to watch the barriers of reality dissolve before your eyes. Whether you're a seasoned gig-goer or a curious newcomer, missing this show would be like missing a once-in-a-lifetime cosmic event. So dust off those Docs, grab your coolest friends, and get ready to be transported to a realm where the only limits are your wildest imaginations.
Here's the thing—you might think you've got Meghan Trainor all figured out. Maybe you've dismissed her as just another manufactured pop act, but I'm here to tell you that's a mistake. You think she's basic? Try again. Trainor's Get In Girl Tour is set to reinvent the pop playbook. It's a glittering, unapologetically fun journey through her discography, which is surprisingly dense with floor-filling anthems and heart-tugging ballads. And hey, don't let the "All Ages Welcome" tag fool you. Trainor's live show is not just for the tweens. It's a showcase of pure pop craftsmanship—an infectious blend of melody, rhythm, and personality that's impossible to resist. Ditch the snobbery, grab a ticket, and let Trainor show you what a real pop spectacle looks like. Because, honestly, when was the last time you danced like no one was watching?
idobi Radio Summer School w/ Honey Revenge & more
Imagine this: it's a sticky Chicago evening, and you're crammed into the House of Blues, an architectural cathedral where indie dreams are baptized in sound. The idobi Radio Summer School is in session, headlined by the sugary-sweet angst of Honey Revenge—think bubblegum pop's rebellious sibling, the one who sneaks out of the house at midnight to blast Paramore and paint street art. Doors creak open at 5PM, but the real magic kicks off at 6PM when the lights dim and the energy crackles like a vinyl in the throes of its opening groove. This show is for ages 17 and older, so make sure your ID is as legit as your music taste. Expect the unexpected, as opening acts rotate like playlists on shuffle, serving up surprises as delicious as a secret SoundCloud drop. This is standing room only, a dance-off waiting to happen, where the entire floor turns into a mosh pit of feels. Upgrade your experience if you dare, but honestly, just being there is an upgrade to your summer story. Get ready to lose yourself in a night where music is the only language that matters.
Dolly Ave is set to shatter the sonic ceilings at The Moroccan Lounge this July, and if you’re not there, you’re missing more than just a gig—it's a movement. Imagine a night where lush, introspective lyrics dance with beats that echo in your pulse. Dolly Ave isn't just performing; she's crafting an experience, blending ethereal vocals with alt-pop alchemy that makes even the most stoic hipster bop involuntarily. With Jiho’s genre-blurring soundscapes and Silent Child’s hauntingly raw energy setting the stage, this lineup is the musical equivalent of a rare vinyl find. It's the kind of night you’ll want to say you were at before everyone else claims they were, so snag your ticket before it’s just another epic story you missed.
If your summer soundtrack needs a jolt of raw, unapologetic punk, look no further than The Spits storming the stage at Teragram Ballroom. On July 16th, prepare yourself for an evening where chaos is the conductor, and everyone’s in on the wicked joke. With a vibe that’s part Mad Max, part Ramones fever dream, The Spits are the sonic freight train you never knew you were waiting to hitch a ride on. The $28 ticket is a small price to pay for a night that promises to be an electrifying cocktail of raucous energy and garage-punk grit, reminding us all that music is best served loud, fast, and with a middle finger to the mundane. Doors at 7, chaos at 8. Don't sleep on this—unless, of course, you're into getting your cultural thrills from a Netflix queue.
The Black Keys are back on the block, peddling their latest sonic wares in the form of a fresh tour—PEACHES 'N KREAM. A dense, sweet whirl of blues-infused rock and hazy psychedelia, the Akron duo is set to dish out a hefty serving of their signature fuzz-laden riffs and dreamy narratives. Expect a night of raw, melodic energy anchored by Patrick Carney's insistent drum thump and Dan Auerbach's bourbon-soaked crooning. Prep your eardrums for a gritty, pulsating ride that’ll veer from the well-trodden paths of ‘El Camino’ to the unexplored alleyways of ‘Let’s Rock’. It's more than a gig—it's an adrenalized trip down the gritty avenues of American Rock. Your Spotify playlists can wait, this is a spectacle you won't want to experience second-hand.
Dust off your vintage sequins and channel your inner dancing queen because Gimme Gimme Disco is about to throw you into an ABBA-fueled frenzy that'll have your feet aching and your heart soaring. This isn't just a dance party; it's a time machine to a disco inferno where the glitter never settles, and every song is a guilty pleasure you unapologetically scream-sing. Picture this: you're surrounded by a sea of retro dreamers, each one a walking Polaroid of past decades, as the DJ spins vinyl deep cuts and unexpected remixes that make you wish your life had a soundtrack. It's the kind of night where the bass reverberates through your soul, the crowd becomes your new best friend, and you realize that the real Waterloo is missing out on this technicolor euphoria. If your idea of a Saturday night is a cocktail of nostalgia with a twist of future funk, then consider this your RSVP to the most electrifying boogie wonderland of the year.
The Liberty Belle - Rocks Off Concert Cruise
LIL WAYNE: 20 YEARS OF CARTER CLASSICS WITH 2 CHAINZ
There's no need to summon the spirit of nostalgia because Lil Wayne is bringing 20 years of Carter Classics right to you, backed by 2 Chainz's signature bass-thumping bravura. Wipe the dust off your peak 2000s streetwear and prepare for a night drowned in slick bars and relentless flow. Lil Wayne, unmistakably the Promethean firestarter of contemporary hip-hop, promises a night drenched in his auditory illustrations of life in the raw. 2Chainz, the veritable auteur of Southern rap, adds his distinct flavor to this potent cocktail. It's a night that marries the past and the present, offering a trip down memory lane through the lens of the Carter legacy. This isn't just a concert; it's a timeline of two decades of game-changing rap, echoing with the resonance of a mixtape played on a loop in every 90s teenager's Walkman. Don't miss this chance to witness the evolution of a genre, told in the lyrical language of two of its biggest influencers.
Dillinger Four, the Slow Death, Constant Insult, Lost Legion
Prepare to have your heartstrings shredded and your eardrums lovingly assaulted—because this Saturday night, the triple threat of Dillinger Four, the Slow Death, and Constant Insult are commandeering the divey sanctum of your favorite underground haunt. If punk's second wind had a soundtrack, this would be it. Dillinger Four, legends who've been slinging anthems since you were swapping My Chemical Romance lyrics in your AIM away message, promise a set that'll make you believe in the power of three-chord poetry once again. The Slow Death will hold your hand through a nostalgia-laden trip, equal parts raw catharsis and melodic grit. Meanwhile, Constant Insult will slap a smirk on your face with their razor-sharp wit and riffs that crackle like electricity in a storm. And don't sleep on opener Lost Legion, who might just be the best band you've never heard of until you find yourself humming their hooks in the shower next week. It's one of those nights destined to become the stuff of local legend, the kind where the stories outlive the hangover and you'll be texting your friends "I told you so" when they inevitably blow up. Trust, this is the FOMO-fuel your blackout diary dreams are made of.
The Pretty Reckless are crashing into the indie zeitgeist with the subtlety of a glitter bomb in a silent film, and you don't want to be caught on the outside of this sonic storm. With Taylor Momsen's voice slinking between smoky allure and full-throttle rock goddess, this is a band that's mastered the art of setting the room ablaze with every riff. Imagine Blondie and Soundgarden had a rebellious, leather-clad lovechild, and you're halfway there. Catch them at their upcoming gig before they explode into a stratosphere only the cool kids can reach. This is not just a concert; it's your ticket to the inner circle of musical enlightenment. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling Instagram, hoping to snatch a glimpse of what real rock 'n' roll looks like in 2023.
Brace yourself for a sonic journey through the fringes of indie euphoria as Evan Hatfield, Morillo, and Mycelial collide in a night that promises to be a swirling tapestry of sound and soul. Evan Hatfield, the virtuoso who’s been redefining the boundaries of electronic sitar, will transport you to galaxies where Ravi Shankar and Aphex Twin might have shared a jam sesh. Morillo, the alchemist of afrobeat-infused electronic rhythms, will have you questioning how you ever danced before his beats started rewriting your DNA. And just when you think you’ve hit peak transcendence, Mycelial's mushroom-inspired synth landscapes will come crawling through the speakers to envelop you in an immersive mind-meld of rhythm and roots. This is a night curated for the audiophile with a penchant for the untamed and the experimental—a crossroads where sound becomes something more than just waves. Bring your coolest shades, your most worn-in dancing shoes, and prepare to be part of something that the future will remember as legendary. Miss it, and be doomed to hear about it forever.
Lil Texas is the sonic adrenaline shot your weekend didn’t know it needed, a high-octane fever dream that’ll leave you questioning what “bedtime” even means. Dive into the night at this 21+ cashless wonderland, where your only currency is pure, unadulterated euphoria. As you navigate the venue's labyrinth of pulsing beats and neon whispers, forget third-party lookalikes—only TicketWeb & TIXR entries will unlock this realm. And if you’re rolling deep, bottle service and VIP sections await, adding a layer of glam to your gritty pursuit of transcendence. So, dust off your fiercest fit (consult the FAQ for deets), grab your ID, and let Lil Texas recalibrate your idea of ecstasy. Don’t sleep on this one—unless you’re still dreaming by the end.
If your playlist is a fever dream of bass drops and late-night rumbles, then Midnight Tyrannosaurus with MVRDA is the sonic escapade you can't afford to miss. Imagine a night where Jurassic beats meet cyberpunk chaos, and you're moshing with the coolest cats this side of the Hudson. This isn't just a gig; it's an electronic rite of passage held in a venue dripping with underground cred. Forget the mainstream sellouts with their overpriced energy drinks—this is for those who know that true bass heads buy their tickets from TicketWeb and TIXR, not some shady reseller. So lace up your freshest kicks, grab your crew, and prepare for a night that promises to shake the very bedrock of your existence. Get ready to tell your grandkids about the night you danced with dinosaurs. FOMO is real, and this is your antidote.
This Saturday, the witching hour belongs to *SOLD OUT* Model Actriz, the band that's been haunting your Spotify and your dreams. Descend into the heart of the underground where the air is thick with anticipation and the walls vibrate with the sound of DIY legends in the making. With doors creaking open at 10PM and the show unleashing its magic at 11PM sharp, you'll want to be front and center to catch every electrifying moment. It's a 21+ night of sonic alchemy where shoegaze shadows flirt with the experimental edge only Model Actriz can conjure. Forget the mainstream monotony—this is where the real magic happens. Miss it, and you'll be left with nothing but stories you'll wish you could've lived.
The 19th Annual Silver Room Sound System Block Party
Block out your calendar and salvage your stale summer with the 19th Annual Silver Room Sound System Block Party. A deliberately mixed-genre sonic playground where the beats are as diverse as the brews, and the faces as familiar as the grooves are fresh. This is the underground’s answer to the corporate festival scene; it's less about big names, more about big vibes, eschewing the predictable in favor of the palpably unpredictable. Imagine your favorite boutique record store throwing the mother of all street parties, soundtracked by under-the-radar vinyl gods, and you're halfway there. It's time to step out of your boredom bubble, swap your bedroom ceiling view for open skies and basslines that vibrate through sidewalks. Be there or be square, folks.
Imagine this: a night where the pulsating heartbeats of electronic music sync perfectly with your own, set in a dimly lit venue that feels like a secret shared only by those in the know. Anjunadeep is rolling into town, bringing a lineup that reads like a who's who of the deep house cosmos. Picture yourself caught in the ethereal soundscapes of Because of Art, as their beats wrap around you like a warm, fuzzy synth blanket. Then, just when you think you've reached nirvana, Durante and Ezequiel Arias lock into a b2b set that feels like a conversation between two old souls speaking in basslines and breaks. The night only gets richer as James Grant and Jody Wisternoff take the reins, masters of crafting journeys that feel both intimate and expansive. Marsh steps in with his signature lush soundscapes, painting the night with melodies that hang like constellations in the sonic sky. Romain Garcia and SunrYse wrap up the odyssey, leaving you in a blissful daze as the first hints of dawn start to seep into the room. This is more than a lineup—it's a moment, an immersion, a scene you want to be a part of before it becomes legend. So dig out your coolest worn-in sneakers, grab your friends who have the best taste in music, and make your way to this sanctuary of sound. Miss this, and you miss out on the soundtrack of the season.
When the hazy summer heat starts melting your playlists into one indistinguishable blur, it's time to inject some fresh sonic juice into your life. Enter Vacation Manor, the indie darlings who’ve been crafting the kind of shimmering anthems that make you feel like you're in a coming-of-age film, where the credits roll just as you conquer the world. Catch them at Teragram Ballroom, a venue that's basically an indie music church and your ticket to a night of transcendence. They're bringing along the dream-pop prodigy Jettee, whose tracks feel like dipping your toes into a pool of nostalgia, and Nolen Durham, the singer-songwriter who straddles the line between folk introspection and alt-pop flair better than your favorite thrifted sweater. It's all happening on July 18th, and whether you're shelling out $20 in advance or throwing down $25 at the door, this is the kind of sonic baptism you won't want to miss. All ages welcome, but you might want to leave the posers at home.
If your soul hasn't been sufficiently stirred in a while, get ready for a seismic shift. This Friday, The Echo is the epicenter of cool as moondoggy and Sun Casino collide for a night that promises to be more transformative than your first listen to Loveless. Moondoggy's ethereal riffs will envelop you like a sonic hug, while Sun Casino's kaleidoscopic synths transport you to a dimension where every moment feels like a memory. It's the kind of show that legends are whispered about in dimly lit vinyl shops and moody coffee spots. Check The Echo's socials if you want to secure your ticket to what will be the next chapter in your coming-of-age playlist. You won't just be missing out—you'll be missing everything.
Max Cooper 3D/AV Live - Feeling Is Structure Tour
Step into the synesthetic wonderland that is Max Cooper's 3D/AV Live experience—his Feeling Is Structure Tour is not just a show, it's an immersive odyssey that makes your favorite Spotify playlist feel like elevator music. With visuals that melt the boundaries between your senses and beats that tickle your cerebral cortex, Cooper orchestrates a journey where you don't just hear the music—you see it, feel it, and might even taste it if you're deep enough in the groove. Doors swing open at LA's iconic Belasco, a venue where standing is not optional, but inevitable as your body succumbs to audio-visual alchemy. Arrive early, snag a spot in the wheelchair-friendly zone if you need, and prepare for a night that might just redefine the boundaries of your reality. And remember, any plans you think you have could be subject to change—so just roll with it and let the FOMO wash over those who dared to stay home.
Wavves, Bass Drum of Death, World's Worst
Picture this: you're standing in the hallowed halls of the Bottom Lounge, the air buzzing with the kind of electric anticipation that only happens when three sonic powerhouses collide. Wavves, those California kings of lo-fi surf punk, are set to blow the roof off with their signature frenetic energy and hooks that dig directly into your dopamine receptors. Joining them are Bass Drum of Death, the Southern garage rock legends who redefine what it means to thrash, and World's Worst, the local underdogs-turned-indie darlings with a sound that's anything but. It's the kind of lineup that feels like it was born in a fever dream where moshing and melody make beautiful, chaotic love. Tickets drop like the bass on March 24 for Riot Fest diehards and March 25 for the Spotify faithful, with the rest of the world vying on March 27. And let's get real, this isn't just another show—it's a rite of passage. So be quick, because while Bottom Lounge is dodging ticket scalpers like a pro skater avoiding mall cops, these golden passes are destined to vaporize. Miss this? And you'll be left scrolling through hazy Instagram stories, wishing you were there in the flesh, soaking up every last reverb-soaked decibel. This is your cue to put down the overpriced cold brew and dive headfirst into the gig of the season.
Void The Light w/ Beheading The Icon, Strident Escape
This Friday night, dive into the pulsating abyss of sound as Void The Light headlines a sonic odyssey that promises to shake the cobwebs off even the most jaded souls. These post-punk revivalists, notorious for transforming gritty basement venues into transcendent cathedrals of reverb, are set to take the stage with a vengeance. Joined by the ferocious Beheading The Icon, whose hardcore anthems are as relentless as a caffeine-fueled mosh pit, and Strident Escape, a synth-laden dreamscape that sounds like a collaboration between David Lynch and your coolest friend's record collection. Prepare for a night that will echo in your bones long after the last distortion pedal clicks off. Miss this, and risk being perpetually out of the loop in your group chat's music discourse. Your future self will thank you for showing up.
The Lost Cafe & Friends: House Music Night
Dive deep into the sonic labyrinth this Friday as The Lost Cafe & Friends transforms your humdrum night into a euphoric baptism of house beats and eclectic grooves. Picture this: a hidden gem of a venue where the walls have absorbed as much soul as the speakers blast. This isn’t your run-of-the-mill house music night; it’s a transcendent journey curated by the underground maestros who live two synths ahead of the trend. Expect pulsating rhythms that’ll nudge you to ditch your ennui and join a dance floor revival of epic proportions. Slip on your most obscure band tee and prepare for a night where every drop feels like a personal epiphany. Miss it, and you'll be hearing about it until your ears bleed with regret.
Desert Daze Presents The Big Micro featuring DakhaBrakha w/ Brainstory
Get ready to transcend the mundane with Desert Daze Presents The Big Micro, the ultimate sonic oasis you didn’t know you needed. This monthly rendezvous at The Bellwether just got an upgrade, and it’s ready to blow your mind. Picture this: Ukraine’s DakhaBrakha serving up their avant-garde ethno-chaos, the groovy soul vibes of LA's own Brainstory, and the jaw-dropping vocal acrobatics of Chinese throat singer Li Daiguo. We haven’t even gotten to DJ NUGE, the pro skater-turned-turntable maestro—expect the unexpected. But here's the clincher: the Looking Glass Lounge. For those who demand exclusivity, this elevated experience gets you stage-adjacent views, a private bar slinging exclusive concoctions, and a grazing table that’ll make your charcuterie dreams come true. Oh, and did we mention the private bathrooms? Because who has time to queue when you’re vibing this hard? Ditch your cash (this venue's all about the card) and prepare for an immersive night where music, art, and community collide in a kaleidoscope of cool. Tickets are on lockdown till the eleventh hour, so mark your calendars and start counting the minutes. FOMO doesn’t even begin to cover it.
SOS Booking Presents: I Promised The World
On a night when the stars align and your Spotify Discover Weekly feels a little too algorithmic, head to The Belasco where SOS Booking delivers an auditory pilgrimage with I Promised The World. Get ready to dive headfirst into a soundscape that's part cathartic release, part poetic reverie. With the post-hardcore legends A Static Lullaby stirring echoes of the early aughts in all the best ways, and Rosasharin's ethereal vocals weaving a tapestry of sound that's anything but guilt-inducing, this isn't just a gig—it's an immersive experience. Guilt rounds out the lineup, promising raw emotion that strips away any pretense of a mundane existence. The venue's standing room-only vibe ensures you're in the thick of it, surrounded by kindred spirits who know how to feel music as much as hear it. Don't let this one pass you by—your future self will thank you for the memories. Doors at 5:30, first gut punch at 6:30. Be there or keep scrolling through life.
Haunt Me is set to turn the dimly lit backroom of Elsewhere into a sonic séance that will leave even the most stoic hipster ghosting their Wednesday night plans. This isn't just another basement-born shoegaze act—these kids are weaving dream-pop tapestries so lush that My Bloody Valentine might call for pointers. With reverb-drenched guitars that echo like a never-ending Brooklynite summer twilight and vocals that glide through the ether like lost spirits, Haunt Me is conjuring a spectral soundscape that shimmers with nostalgia and newness in equal measure. Miss this, and you’ll be left scrolling through grainy Instagram stories, wishing you were lost in the echo chamber of their hypnotic harmonies. If you're ready to transcend the mundane and float on a cloud of sonic bliss, punch that RSVP button before it's too late.
Cancel your plans, because Letters To Part and Antillion are about to redefine your Friday night. Picture this: a sonic love child born out of your wildest DIY dreams, with Letters To Part weaving intricate post-rock tapestries that feel like a lucid dream you won't want to wake from. Antillion, on the other hand, is a visceral punch of synth-infused ecstasy, the kind that makes you dance like nobody’s watching—even though everyone in the room will wish they were. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous, a gathering of souls who believe music is more than just sound—it's a shared experience. So, polish those Doc Martens and grab a corner spot at the venue; you’re going to want to say you were there when these bands blew the roof off.
Alright, listen up, because this one's a game-changer. Pavement is back, and they're bringing their legendary lo-fi charm to the stage once more. If your soul still thrums to the sounds of '90s indie brilliance, this is your calling. These guys are the OGs who laid the groundwork for every bedroom pop track that ever graced your secret mixtape. Sure, they've been tearing up the festival circuit since their 2022 resurrection, but seeing them in an intimate venue is like finding a first-pressing vinyl in a thrift shop. And just to sweeten the deal, Nap Eyes, the Canadian band crafting introspective jangle pop with melodies that stick like gum to a Chuck Taylor, are opening. Clear your schedule, lace up those Docs, and prepare to mosh with a crowd that finally gets it. Miss this, and you might as well stay home with your Radiohead B-sides.
Heads up, indie connoisseurs: David Murphy: For My Peeps is about to make your Spotify playlists feel woefully inadequate. This is not your average gig; it's a full-contact sonic baptism in the General Admission Dance Pit, where flannel and irony are left at the door. Garcia's, with its secret-society vibes, offers a labyrinth of levels—from the Premium Table seats that put you close enough to count the strings on Murphy's guitar, to the Reserved Table seating that’s prime for covert glances and stolen setlists. Accessibility isn't just a buzzword here—it's a promise, with wheelchair lifts, ramps, and an open-door policy for service animals (because even your golden retriever deserves to vibe). Secure a Private Booth for you and your chosen clique, or perch in the elevated Standing Room with a drink in hand and a perfect view of the feverish musical sermon. Leave your excuses at home; this is where the cool kids with discerning ears and empty Tuesday nights convene. See you in the pit.
If you're the type who prides themselves on discovering the next big thing before your Spotify playlists get inundated with them, you'll want to clear your calendar for Fudge. This quartet is what happens when you toss a little bit of '80s new wave, a dash of '90s grunge, and a whole lot of 2023 angst into a gritty blender and hit 'puree.' Known for their visceral live shows that feel like a sonic rollercoaster weaving through your emotional baggage, Fudge is set to transform the dimly lit stage into a kaleidoscope of sound and fury. With doors opening at 9pm, you'll have just enough time to grab a craft cocktail and stake out your spot before they shred through tracks that oscillate between hypnotically mellow and explosively cathartic. At $17 in advance (and let's be honest, this show is worth way more than the $22 day-of price), it's the steal of the year for anyone who claims to be in the know. Don't say we didn't warn you when your cooler friends start name-dropping Fudge in casual conversation.
Jack White (All Ages to Enter, 21 and Over to Drink)
When Jack White rolls into town, you can bet it's not just another gig—it's a rock 'n' roll resurrection. The modern-day alchemist of crunching riffs and vinyl purism is set to ignite the stage, and while the rest of the world is busy chasing the ephemeral, Jack's busy bottling lightning. It's a sonic pilgrimage you didn't know you needed, where walls of sound meld with the ethereal blues—raw, untamed, and damn near transcendent. Whether you're a devotee of the White Stripes' garage glory days or you're just jonesing for a live wire thrill, this is the place to be. Grab your crew, lose the ennui, and dive into a night where the air crackles with electric promises and the only reality is the one unfolding in real time. Consider this your RSVP to the coolest altar of authenticity—where the only way to drink it in is to be 21 or over, but everybody gets to taste the magic.
Howard Jones: Things Can Only Get Better Tour
When was the last time you felt the synthy embrace of pure optimism? Howard Jones is bringing his Things Can Only Get Better Tour to town, ready to remind us why the '80s were the neon-lit cradle of pop alchemy. This isn't just a concert; it's a sonic time machine. Jones delivers his iconic anthems with an energy that defies decades, flanked by a band that captures the essence of a John Hughes montage. Imagine dancing like nobody's watching, under a strobe light of nostalgia and futurism. Even the most ironic hipster will find themselves swept away in a tide of unapologetic joy. FOMO is real—you won't want to miss the chance to experience the synth wizardry that practically invented the "synthpop bop." So, lace up your Docs, dust off that vintage bomber, and get ready to lose yourself in a night where things truly can only get better.
VLSF & KCRW Present: Moondough w/ mypilotis & The Treedome
Cancel your plans, text your ex, and dig out those vintage cowboy boots because VLSF & KCRW have cooked up a sonic feast that’ll make your summer playlist obsolete. On July 23, 2026, the indie constellation aligns as Moondough headlines a night that promises to be as transcendent as it is transformative. With a sound like Tame Impala jamming under a disco ball on the dark side of the moon, Moondough is set to deliver a show that’s pure lunar magic. But wait—there's more. mypilotis, the darlings of the underground dream-pop scene, will sweep you off your feet with synths so luscious they could tuck you into bed. And opening the night, The Treedome, a collective of psych-folk wizards, will wrap you in a warm cocoon of sound that feels like hugging your favorite flannel shirt. Doors open at 6:30 PM, but get there early; you don’t want to be the one stuck outside while your friends are inside vibing. Tickets are a steal at $15 in advance and $20 at the door, a small price to pay to witness the future of music unfold before your very eyes. All ages are welcome, so bring your little sister; she deserves to know what cool looks like. Mark your calendar, charge your phone, and prepare for the night of your life. FOMO? Not on our watch.
When the Lollapalooza dust settles, the night owls know the real magic begins, and Suki Waterhouse is here to conjure it. Picture this: the clock strikes 11PM, the House of Blues Chicago pulses with a kaleidoscope of sound, and Suki, our indie darling, takes the stage, her voice a siren call to the cool kids of the Windy City. Forget the mainstream circus that was earlier in the day—this is where the true believers gather, where each note is a secret handshake and the air is thick with the electric hum of possibility. It's standing room only, shoulder to shoulder with tastemakers and dreamers, all drawn to the glow of a performance that blurs the line between reality and a fever dream. And here's the kicker: $1 from every ticket helps shape the future rebels of Chicago's art scene, supporting programs like the Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra and the John Walt Foundation. So, don your best thrifted ensemble, grab that barely-used passport ID, and dive into the sonic wonderland that awaits. This isn't just a show; it's a rite of passage.
Cancel your plans and dig out your favorite vintage band tee because Aimee Mann is about to redefine your idea of a live set. Teaming up with bass virtuoso Kimon Kirk, Mann is poised to transform the stage into an emotional rollercoaster that no streaming playlist can replicate. Picture this: lush melodies and introspective lyrics echoing off the walls of your favorite dive, the dim lighting casting shadows that dance like ghosts of gigs past. If you've ever pondered the existential dread of adulthood or simply need a night of sonic therapy, this is your siren call. Trust me, you don't want to be the outsider peering through Instagram stories when the magic unfolds.
Prepare your eardrums for a sonic adrenaline shot as Bad Nerves crash into the scene like a caffeine-fueled fever dream you won’t want to wake up from. Hailing from the depths of the DIY punk underworld, these guys thrash through their set like it's both their first gig and their last. Imagine The Ramones' reckless energy colliding with The Strokes' effortless cool—all cranked up to 11. It's the kind of show that gets your heart racing and your feet moving before you can even think about it. Miss it, and you'll only have your Spotify playlist to blame for not living your best life.
Clear your calendar and prep your eardrums for a night that promises to be as transcendent as it is crushingly intimate. Junius, the sonic alchemists known for their atmospheric post-metal wizardry, are set to light up the stage with their ethereal gloom. If you haven't seen them live, imagine a celestial collision between Deftones and Sigur Rós, all under the blood moon. Right on their heels, Minsk will plunge you into a sonic abyss with their doom-laden, sludge-soaked soundscapes that hit harder than a late-night existential crisis. And don't sleep on Shrineburner, the local heroes who've been setting the underground scene ablaze with their incendiary blend of post-hardcore and blackened punk. This isn't just a show; it's an assault on the senses that promises to leave you reeling in the best way. Grab a ticket, bring your coolest friends, and maybe even that cute barista who's always judging your book choices—this is the night they'll be jealous they missed.
Prepare to have your senses hijacked, because Anysia Kym & Tony Seltzer are about to redefine your Thursday night plans at The Echo. This is your chance to witness the kind of musical alchemy that takes place when ethereal synthpop meets gritty DIY beats—think if Beach House and Clams Casino had a lovechild and decided to raise it in the coolest basement in Silver Lake. Anysia's haunting vocals paired with Tony's masterful soundscapes are the kind of combo that makes you wonder why you ever wasted time on those overhyped Spotify playlists. You could stay home scrolling through endless memes, or you could find yourself lost in a soundscape that feels like a lucid dream in neon. Don’t just hear about it from your coolest friend later—be there. Check The Echo's socials for the lowdown, and prep your ears for an unforgettable sonic journey.
Get ready to have your senses electrified and your indie cred boosted as The Last Revel crash into Garcia's with a sound that makes even the most seasoned music snob perk up. Picture this: Over Easy kicks off the night, serving up dreamy tracks that'll have you swaying before you even realize it. From there, dive headfirst into the General Admission Dance Pit—a pulsating sea of humanity where every bass drop feels like a heartbeat. Or, if you're feeling a little more demure but still want to flex that cool card, snag a Premium Table seat for an up-close-and-personal auditory feast, complete with table service because, darling, you're worth it. And if you fancy yourself a bit of a social voyeur, there's killer viewing and easy bar access from the elevated General Admission tiers. Trust us, this is one of those nights where you’ll be glad for the “accidental” brush with a future ex or the perfect excuse to try out those new dance moves you’ve been practicing in your room. Music. Connection. Vibes. Miss this, and you’ll be lamenting it through the grapevine of your coolest group chats.
Orion 224 with Cannon the Dealers & American Woman
On July 24, 2026, the cosmos will align at The Moroccan Lounge for a night that promises to be nothing short of galactic. Leading the charge is Orion 224, the interstellar shoegaze collective whose sound is a swirling nebula of reverb and introspective lyrics—think Slowdive reimagined for a generation weaned on AI playlists and vintage synths. They’re joined by Cannon the Dealers, a trio of post-punk renegades who wield jagged riffs and sardonic wit like a switchblade in a dark alley. Rounding out this cosmic trinity is American Woman, the enigmatic one-woman synthpop oracle whose mixes are as unpredictable as a Mercury retrograde. At just $12 in advance ($15 day of), it’s the best deal this side of the Milky Way. Doors open at 9:30pm, but word to the wise: this is one black hole you’ll want to get sucked into early. Forget the usual algorithms and curated playlists—this is where the real discovery happens.
If your soul's been craving a sonic hug, consider this your invite to the cathartic revival that is Houndmouth's latest chapter. Dropping into the scene with their 2026 release, "Lordy," Matt Myers and crew are peeling back the layers to reveal naked, unvarnished emotion—think a diary entry you can't put down, set to a rootsy, Americana groove. Myers' journey from creative gridlock to raw emotional outpour is the kind of narrative arc that makes your heart race, even if you're too cool to admit it. With a little help from producer Brad Cook and a band of sonic alchemists, Houndmouth is evolving, not reinventing the wheel, but giving it a damn good spin. And let's not forget Rayland Baxter's support on the bill—his presence is the cherry on this heartfelt indie sundae. Trust us, this is the kind of night that turns casual fans into lifelong devotees. Don’t miss it.
Dive into the echo chamber of your wildest sonic dreams, because KCRW is serving up a night with Emperor X that'll make your Spotify Wrapped look like a grocery list. The Echo’s dim-lit stage will transform into a cosmic portal where lo-fi whispers meet anthemic outbursts, curated by the mastermind of musical mischief, Chad Matheny. If the magnetic pulse of DIY energy and the allure of unconventional genius are your jam, then missing this show is simply not an option. Follow those cryptic social media trails @theechola and prepare to have your perception of indie valor elevated to transcendental heights. Your future-self will thank you—trust.
Dust off your neon nostalgia goggles because Passion Pit is back, baby, and they’re bringing The Pretty Penny Tour to town. This isn't just a concert; it's a euphoric synth-pop pilgrimage. Dive headfirst into a kaleidoscope of shimmering melodies and falsetto-fueled anthems that defined your dorm room days and late-night drives. Michael Angelakos returns to stage with the kind of energy that can only be described as lightning in a bottle, ready to transform any venue into a dance floor drenched in sweat, tears, and pure joy. Expect nothing but a technicolor explosion of sound that feels like the best kind of time travel. If you’re not there, are you even living?
Listen up, sonic spelunkers, because Jerro is about to plunge your eardrums into an auditory abyss you won't want to crawl out of. This isn't just another band night—it's a rite of passage for the in-the-know indie devotee. Picture this: a tapestry of ethereal synths and haunting vocals that feel like a late-night drive through neon-lit Brooklyn, where shoegaze dreams collide with synthpop realities. Jerro isn't just playing music; they're crafting a universe where the only entrance fee is your willingness to lose yourself. The catch? It's 21 and over, so the crowd is as curated as their setlist. Grab your most ironic band tee and let the FOMO commence, because this is one gig that'll have your Instagram stories looking like an art house film. Don't sleep on this—your cooler-than-thou cred depends on it.