If you're not at Baby's All Right this Friday, you're seriously missing out on the kind of euphoria that only a Valley Flower set can deliver. These dream-pop dynamos have been quietly crafting some of the most ethereal soundscapes this side of Cocteau Twins, and they're about to turn the local scene into their own shimmering realm. With Aiden Intro opening the night with his brooding, synth-laden introspections, expect to be enveloped in waves of reverb and existential groove. It's not just a gig; it's a transcendental experience that could very well define your month. Doors swing open at 6 pm—leave your ennui at the door and embrace the sonic bliss for just 15 bucks. See you there, or see it all over your feed and wish you were.
Brace yourselves, indie aficionados, because Mr. Fantasy is about to sprinkle some pixie dust on your jaded little hearts with their Sexy Little Tour. This isn’t just another night in your calendar month of existential crises and obscure coffee blends; this is the gig you’ll be whispering about years later at a dive bar with the perfect amount of grime. Doors swing open at 7 PM, where $30 in advance gets you more than just entry—it buys you a soundtrack for your inevitable quarter-life crisis. Witness this dream-pop powerhouse as they conjure velvety synthscapes and melodic crescendos that dance on the edge of reality, making your Spotify Discover Weekly weep with envy. Underneath the kaleidoscope lights, lose yourself in a crowd that gets it, where every chord is your new mantra and each beat resonates with the rhythm of your restless soul. Forget the next best thing; this is the moment you've been waiting for, the moment that will make your curated IG grid trivial in comparison. Missing out? That’s not even an option.
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.
Clear your calendars, because Thursday night just got a whole lot more essential. Freyja, Silvera, and Sable are about to bless the stage with a trifecta of sound that could reanimate even the most tired souls of the indie scene. Freyja's ethereal dream-pop will wrap you in a sonic tapestry as tactile as it is otherworldly, while Silvera promises a whirlwind of shoegaze revelry that echoes like My Bloody Valentine in their prime, but with a twist of synth that feels like a sunset on Mars. Then there's Sable, whose lo-fi electronic beats are the secret ingredient to this cosmic cocktail, melding analog warmth with a digital edge sharper than James Murphy's cheekbones. There's no guest list here, just an invitation to lose yourself in the soundscape of a night that might just become legend. Grab your coolest thrifted jacket, and let's make tomorrow's nostalgia today.
Rainbow Kitten Surprise: bones North American Tour
Picture this: a kaleidoscope of sound, a sonic adventure, and a chance to dance with your coolest self. Rainbow Kitten Surprise is hitting the road with their bones North American Tour, and it's the kind of gig that's more than just a night out—it's an experience that lives on in your bones, long after you've left the venue. Doors swing open 90 minutes before showtime, giving you plenty of time to soak in the anticipation alongside fellow music disciples. With each ticket benefiting the Rainbow Kitten Surprise Fund, you’re not just filling your soul with electrifying live music; you're contributing to a movement that champions equality and access for all. It's a win-win that even your most cynical inner voice can't argue against. So grab your tickets, loosen up those dance moves, and prepare to be part of something bigger than the sum of its technicolor parts. Trust me, this isn't just another gig—it's the kind of night that makes your feed jealous.
If your life feels like a rerun and your playlist is as stale as last week's avocado toast, then clear your calendar for a sonic revival with Aaron Veal & Erameld. This duo is the musical equivalent of diving headfirst into a pool of kaleidoscopic soundscapes, blending indie grit with enough synth shimmer to make your heart skip a beat. Joining them are Rhakim Ali, who spits bars like he's summoning thunder, and Ja'king the Divine & Javi Darko, whose beats could resurrect the ghost of a rave gone by. And let's not forget David James, the secret sauce of the night, whose melodies are smoother than an oat milk latte on a Sunday morning. For $22, you might just find the soul-stirring night that your Spotify Discover Weekly can't deliver. Doors open at 6, but your new favorite memories start as soon as the first chord drops. Don't be the friend who hears about it later. Be there, live it, and make all your other plans jealous.
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.
Step aside, ennui, because Congress the Band is about to redefine your Saturday night. Picture this: you, clutching a craft beer amidst a sea of thrifted denim and ironic tees, as the hypnotic grooves of Congress the Band wash over you. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage into the pulsating heart of the underground scene. Their sound? Think Radiohead having a psychedelic jam session with Tame Impala in a cosmic basement. And let's not forget The Gringos, who’ll ignite the night with their raucous blend of surf rock and desert dust, and Rigometrics, who’ll have you questioning why you ever settled for Spotify algorithms. So, pry yourself away from scrolling through existential memes and dive into a night that promises more adrenaline than your double-shot cold brew. Doors at 7pm, bring your 18+ energy and $20 in advance (because who wants to pay $25 at the door?). Trust us, this is one story you’ll want to tell.
If you’ve been scouring your Spotify Discover Weekly for a sound that feels like a fever dream dipped in honey, look no further than Bandits On The Run’s Rough Magic record release show. On July 22nd, these genre-blurring sorcerers will conjure a one-time-only performance of their latest album in its entirety—a tantalizing sonic tapestry that flickers between indie-pop whimsy and soul-tinged folk like a vinyl on the verge of melting. It’s the kind of gig where you’ll find yourself shoulder-to-shoulder with Brooklyn’s most elusive tastemakers, nodding along to lyrics that hit like a polaroid snapshot of a summer romance—fleeting but somehow everlasting. Grab a ticket, and let yourself be swept into the magical triad of voices that make Bandits On The Run the alchemical force you never knew you needed. Prepare for serious FOMO if you miss this one; trust us, your group chat will be buzzing about it for weeks.
Luke Titus with Alé Araya & Lionmilk (solo)
Nestled in the heart of Echo Park's sonic tapestry, an evening awaits that even the most discerning audiophile won't want to miss. Luke Titus, the genre-melting maestro, is set to captivate with his deft blend of jazz-infused rhythms and cosmic beats. Joining him is the ethereal Alé Araya, whose vocals weave a spellbinding tale of introspection and dreamscapes. As if that weren't enough to lure you from your cozy dive bar perch, Lionmilk's solo serenade promises to be an introspective journey through lo-fi lullabies and ambient grooves. This is not just another night at The Echo; it's a convergence of sonic innovators who are redefining the limits of DIY soundscapes. Grab your coolest friend—or make a new one in line—and prepare to have your musical expectations shattered in the best way possible. Check The Echo's socials for details, but trust, this is one RSVP that needs no second thought.
Dash Rip Rock | Tom Clark & The High Action Boys | Reid Paley
Clear your calendars and dust off your most ironic band tee, because this Friday night, the indie cosmos aligns at the ultimate dive bar showdown. Dash Rip Rock are rolling through with their swampy punk energy that’s hotter than a Louisiana summer. If you’ve never moshed to a banjo, now’s your chance. Meanwhile, Tom Clark & The High Action Boys are set to riff their way into your soul with guitars that hum like a vintage Mustang in overdrive. And if you’re still standing, Reid Paley is bringing his gravelly vocals and wry wit to serenade your existential dread. This lineup is a sonic pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of raw, unfiltered sound. Miss this, and you’ll be the one left swiping through Instagram stories with a single tear of regret.
If you haven't heard of Sonus Umbra, the Devil's Staircase, you're probably spending too much time on TikTok and not enough time rummaging through your local record store's backroom. This enigmatic ensemble is about to rip the roof off the divey DIY haunt you've been bragging about since 2019. Their sound is a kaleidoscopic fusion of post-rock crescendos and darkwave synths, like if Slowdive and Nine Inch Nails had a love child raised on obscure German techno and late-night existential crises. Expect an immersive sonic journey that'll leave you questioning the very fabric of reality—or at least your Spotify algorithm. Catch them before they're headlining festivals or, worse, getting co-opted into some Netflix drama soundtrack. This is the gig your cooler-than-thou friends will be talking about over overpriced coffee next week—don't be the one who missed it.
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.
When was the last time you felt your synapses fire like a DIY pyrotechnics show? Enter Chandol, the sonic alchemists set to detonate your Tuesday night ennui. Emerging from the depths of an abandoned subway tunnel (or maybe just their Bushwick loft), this band is the lovechild of dream-pop haze and post-punk grit. Picture this: you're swaying amidst a sea of vintage denim and artfully tousled hair, the bassline throbbing like a secret heartbeat only the in-crowd can hear. You won't find this kind of electricity on your Spotify Discover Weekly. Chandol doesn't just play music—they craft landscapes of sound that transport you straight into a Lynchian fever dream, where every riff and reverb is a breadcrumb in an auditory breadcrumb trail. And with tickets priced at a mere twenty bucks in advance (because who wants to be that person at the door, shelling out $25 and missing the opening act's first hypnotic notes?), this is the kind of night that festivals wish they could bottle. Doors at 6pm, and trust us, you’ll want to be first in line. Your future self, clad in thrifted glory and drenched in sonic euphoria, will thank you.
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.
Young in France | Dream Prescription | Diamond Field
Get ready to shake off your existential ennui and dive headfirst into the sonic mosaic that is Young in France, Dream Prescription, and Diamond Field. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental baptism in sound, happening in that grimy little venue where the drinks are cheap, the vibes are immaculate, and the acoustics might just blow your mind. Young in France will teleport you to a parallel universe where jangly guitars and poetic yearnings reign supreme. Dream Prescription is here to dose you with ethereal synth waves, their melodies wrapping around you like a well-worn thrifted sweater. And Diamond Field? They're the shimmering synthpop beacon guiding you through the fog of modern life. Forget your meticulously curated Spotify playlist for one night—this trio promises a night of blissful auditory escapism that'll have you texting all your jaded friends the next morning, bragging about the secrets of the universe you unlocked while swaying in a sea of strangers.
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.
Prepare yourself for the sonic baptism you've been waiting for—Boy Throb is hitting the road with their Rehearsal Tour, and it's the kind of gig your future self will brag about attending. This isn't just a concert; it's an underground pilgrimage for those who swear by distortion pedals and poetic angst. As the band channels the spirit of 90s grunge and 80s synthwave through a millennial lens, you'll find yourself lost in a world where every riff tells a story and every beat is a heartbeat. Their live show is a visceral experience—equal parts cathartic release and communal awakening. Whether you're a shoegaze disciple or a synthpop enthusiast, Boy Throb's enigmatic presence and raw energy promise to electrify your soul. Snag a General Admission ticket, and if accessibility is your jam, don't sweat it—the venue's got your back. Miss this, and you're missing out on more than just music; you're missing a movement.
Listen up, jaded music mavens. If your weekend plans involve anything less than catching Alex Lahey's solo set, you might want to reassess your priorities. Lahey, the Aussie indie rock dynamo known for her razor-sharp lyrics and infectious hooks, is descending upon our concrete jungle for a night that's set to be hotter than a basement boiler room show in July. Her live performance is a masterclass in turning personal anthems into communal experiences, the kind of gig where strangers become mosh pit allies and every chorus feels like an inside joke you’re finally in on. Expect raw energy, guitar riffs that could cut glass, and lyrics that'll resonate long after the sweat dries. Miss this and risk being that person who only hears about how epic it was the next day—don't be that person.
Clear your calendars and make peace with the fact that you might not sleep tonight, because April + VISTA are about to transform your regular Tuesday night into a transcendental experience. This dynamic duo is the sonic love child of ethereal R&B and future soul, served with a side of electronic wizardry that'll leave your heart racing faster than a Brooklyn bike messenger. Doors open at 7PM, and trust us, you’ll want to be there early. Expect a set that feels like a clandestine meeting of minds at the intersection of the cosmos and your favorite basement venue. Ignore the 21+ tag at your own peril and bring that valid ID—this is one session you won't want to stream from your sad little laptop later. Come for the vibes, stay for the catharsis, and catch the cool kids whispering about the night that April + VISTA spun magic from sound.
If the phrase "transcendent chaos" doesn't get your pulse racing, you've clearly never been to a Lazy Comet / Failed Models show. Lazy Comet, the celestial shoegazers from the outer realms of your daydreams, will melt your face off with their reverb-soaked anthems. Pair them with Failed Models, those glitchy synth renegades who turn every basement into a dance floor for the disillusioned, and you've got a night that’s basically a rite of passage. Think of it as a sonic baptism by fire—a swirling vortex of sound that whisks you away from your humdrum existence and plants you firmly in a universe where the beats are unpredictable and the vibes are permanently set to ‘eclectic.’ This isn’t just a gig; it’s a movement, a moment, a memory in the making. Miss it, and forever hold your peace.
T@b Grrrl | Burly Girlies | Squelch | Pleasure Death
Clear your Saturday night, because the coolest subterranean gig is about to blow the roof off your weekend plans. T@b Grrrl is headlining, and if you haven't experienced their synth-laden riot grrrl revolution yet, you're seriously lagging behind the zeitgeist. Joining them are Burly Girlies, the rock outfit redefining what it means to shred with swagger—expect face-melting riffs and a mosh pit of pure energy. But wait, there's more: Squelch is bringing their noise-pop fusion, complete with enough fuzz and reverb to make your heart skip a beat, while Pleasure Death is set to rattle your bones with their industrial post-punk vibes. It's a lineup crafted by the gods of the indie scene themselves, and if you miss it, prepare to hear about it in hushed, reverent tones for weeks. So grab your most ironic band tee, lace up your Docs, and let’s make some noise.
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.
The underground pop maven Slayyyter is about to flip your world upside down with her electrifying blend of Y2K nostalgia and future-forward beats. This isn't just another gig; it's a hyperpop pilgrimage, a neon-soaked rave where glitter rains and inhibitions evaporate. You'll be rubbing shoulders with the glitterati of the indie scene, those elusive TikTok aesthetes and fashion-forward fiends who talk in vintage vinyl and obscure B-sides. If you’re not moshing in a haze of candy-colored chaos or losing your voice to her anthemic bangers, are you even alive? Skip the Netflix binge, grab your most OTT ensemble, and prepare for a night that’s more euphoric than a basement show on a Friday night. This is the spectacle where the internet’s wildest fever dream comes to life, and trust us, missing it is not an option.
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.
Nestled in the heart of the indie universe, this Saturday night at the Limelight Loft promises to be a sonic pilgrimage for those seeking the next big thing. Enter Boojum and Seven Teller, two acts so electric they might just short-circuit your ennui. Boojum, with their kaleidoscopic soundscapes, layers dreamy guitars over synths that seem to whisper secrets of a shoegaze utopia. Meanwhile, Seven Teller is a revelation—a revelation that somehow channels the ghost of Riot Grrrl through a cosmic disco ball, spinning tales that are equal parts angst and euphoria. The doors open at 9, but the real journey begins when you step inside. For $20 in advance (and a few extra bucks if you’re dragging your feet), you get more than just a show; you get a one-night transcendence where basslines are the ley lines and every lyric is a map to somewhere you didn’t know you needed to be. Expect a crowd of kindred spirits, all swaying in collective coolness, because this isn’t just a concert—it's the pulse of the underground beating strong. Don’t be the one scrolling through stories on Sunday morning wishing you’d been there.
If your Friday night plans involve anything less than descending into the gritty underbelly of sonic nirvana, cancel them immediately. The holy trinity of indie allure—Bimbo Summit, Faze 3, and The Remnants—is about to detonate aural bliss all over your ennui-ridden soul. Bimbo Summit will take you on a psychedelic rollercoaster that veers deliciously close to chaos, while Faze 3’s post-punk revival beats are the adrenaline shot your jaded heart needs. And just when you think you’ve experienced it all, The Remnants will lay down a set so hauntingly nostalgic it’ll be like watching your favorite VHS on a warped CRT. Doors at 6pm, $15 gets you in, but remember: it's $17 if you wait till the day of the show to realize you can't miss this. Don't just hear about it later—be there and let the cool kids wonder where you've been hiding all this time.
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.
Judge with Negative Approach, Bold, Direct Order 82 (16+ Event)
Prepare to have your eardrums obliterated in the best way possible as hardcore legends Judge team up with Negative Approach, Bold, and Direct Order 82 for a night of unrelenting sonic assault. This isn’t just another gig—it's a visceral pilgrimage for the initiated. Expect sweat-drenched mosh pits and primal screams that echo long after the amps cool down. Judge's raw power collides with Negative Approach's unyielding aggression, creating a perfect storm of punk nostalgia and modern fury. Fresh out of their underground lairs, Bold brings their razor-sharp edge, while Direct Order 82 kicks things off with a brutal wake-up call. It's a 16+ event, which means it's time to relive your rebellious roots or discover the cathartic chaos for the first time. Lace up your Docs, because missing this is the kind of regret that lingers longer than a feedback loop.
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.
Get ready to transcend the mundane and dive headfirst into the kaleidoscopic universe of Poppy on her Constantly Nowhere Tour, a hypnotic journey that'll have your brain doing cartwheels and your heart skipping beats. Known for her genre-bending prowess, Poppy oscillates between sugar-coated pop and industrial chaos with the grace of a trapeze artist on acid. This tour promises an audio-visual feast that’s part dystopian rave, part celestial dreamscape—think Blade Runner meets Alice in Wonderland, but with more glitter and existential dread. She’s the Pied Piper of the post-genre generation, and missing this is like skipping Bowie’s Berlin era or the first Strokes show at Mercury Lounge. So don your most avant-garde ensemble, grab a friend who understands your ironic detachment, and prepare to feel your coolness quotient skyrocket. This isn’t just a concert, it’s the cultural reset you didn’t know you needed.
Medanos, Four Stars, 451, Hangry Ghost, Second Shot
Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic fever dream as Bottom Lounge plays host to an unmissable quintet of boundary-pushing bands that make the underground scene pulse with life. Medanos is set to deliver a genre-defying set that's as unpredictable as a vinyl crate dig—think post-rock meets math-pop in a kaleidoscope of sound. Four Stars will light up the stage with their infectious indie charisma, offering anthems that feel like inside jokes shared at golden hour. And if 451 doesn't set your heart racing with their electrifying riffs and gut-punch lyrics, then maybe Hangry Ghost's hauntingly raw energy will summon the spirits of shoegaze past. Finally, Second Shot rounds out the lineup, firing off hooks that stick like gum under a dive bar table. Forget the scalpers and their shady dealings—this night is pure magic, bottled and ready to explode, waiting just for you on the dance floor. Get those tickets now, or risk the regret of a weekend spent scrolling through your friends' stories, wishing you were there.
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.
Wax Monkey is pulling into town, and you'd better believe they're dragging a sonic tidal wave behind them. These masters of fuzz-laden psych-pop are notorious for transforming any space into a swirling vortex of kaleidoscopic sound, and this time they're taking over that grimy little warehouse-turned-venue where you saw that one band before they blew up. Picture this: lush melodies that wrap around your brain like a velvet vise, basslines that rumble through your bones, and a light show that'll make you question reality itself. It's the kind of show where you lose track of time and emerge blinking into the night, wondering if you just time-traveled. If you miss this, prepare for a lifetime of hearing, "You had to be there, man."
If you're jaded by the repetitive grind of recycled indie beats, brace yourself for a seismic shift in your musical landscape. Tori Amos is descending upon our urban jungle like a comet of kaleidoscopic sound, ready to smash through the monotony with her celestial piano prowess and spellbinding, otherworldly voice. Picture this: an intimate venue where the air vibrates with anticipation, walls echoing the whispers of the '90s alt renaissance, and an audience that's part curiosity, part reverence. Tori's set promises to be an ethereal journey—one moment you're adrift in a sea of haunting melodies, the next you're jolted awake by razor-sharp lyrics that cut straight to the core. This isn't just a concert; it's a rite of passage for anyone who's ever sought solace in the shadows of their own uncharted emotions. Miss it, and risk eternal regret.
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.
Alright, stop what you're doing and mark your calendar because the gods of experimental metal have returned. Kylesa is back from the abyss, and they're bringing their seismic sound to your city. This isn't just a reunion; it's a resurrection, coiled with the kind of primal energy that makes the ground tremble and your heart race. With Laura Pleasants and Phillip Cope at the helm, they're set to unleash a sonic storm that's as mind-meltingly potent as it was back in their heyday. And if that doesn't already have you scrambling for tickets, the addition of rhythm legends Roy Mayorga and John John Jesse means this lineup isn't just formidable—it's historic. But wait, there’s more: the night kicks off with the avant-garde brilliance of Yakuza and the ferocious grindcore of Cloud Rat. This gig isn’t just a show; it’s a pilgrimage for those who crave innovation and intensity in equal measure. Miss this, and you might as well go back to pretending you’re too cool to care. But let's be real—you don't want to be the one who hears about it the next day, do you?
Dive deep into the neon-lit abyss of Beach Goth Night, where the humidity of nostalgia meets the haze of modern cool. This isn’t just another gig; it's a kaleidoscopic voyage through soundscapes that make your favorite vaporwave playlist feel like a nursery rhyme. Imagine: surf rock riffs crashing against synth-laden shores, while the ghost of Ian Curtis narrates your existential crisis on the dance floor. The lineup is a secret menu of your wildest dreams, featuring underground acts so fresh they're still on bootleg cassettes. You’ll weave through a crowd of thrifted Hawaiian shirts and glitter-smeared cheeks, each face a living testament to the art of being effortlessly avant-garde. If your soul needs a recharge or your Instagram needs a story that screams "I was there before it was a hashtag," Beach Goth Night is your sanctuary. Miss it, and risk fading into the beige background of mainstream oblivion.
Cancel your plans, call in sick, or just ghost that Tinder date because Lightwatch is descending on your indie radar this Friday night, and it’s going to be nothing short of transcendental. The ethereal yet gritty quartet has been sharpening their sonic blades in a Brooklyn basement, and they’re ready to cut through the ennui of your Spotify algorithm with a live show that’s an art form unto itself. Picture this: waves of lush shoegaze that crash into propulsive post-punk beats, all veiled in hazy synth textures that practically beg for a midnight listen under neon lights. Their latest single has been making rounds on the underground circuit like an illicit secret, and trust me, you’ll want to say you heard them “way back when.” Doors creak open at 9 PM, but you'll want to snag your $17 advance ticket to avoid the tragic irony of paying $22 at the door only to find yourself stuck in line with the squares. Lightwatch isn't just another band on the scene; they’re the sound of now—raw, real, and ready to electrify your Friday night. Miss this, and prepare for a weekend of watching their IG stories with regret.
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.
STVSH b2b RSUN - special guest SHOCKFACE b2b NXSTY
Get ready to dive headfirst into an electrifying night where the boundaries of bass and rhythm are not just pushed—they’re shattered. STVSH and RSUN are going b2b, promising a sonic journey that oscillates between dark, pulsating beats and ethereal soundscapes. As if that wasn’t enough to fry your circuits, SHOCKFACE and NXSTY will be tagging in to weave their magic, creating an atmosphere that’s as intoxicating as the underground scene itself. Forget the usual—it’s all about the unexpected collaborations and raw, unfiltered sound here. This is the kind of night where legends are born in dimly lit corners and the dance floor becomes a place of worship. Don’t sleep on it; every beat missed here is a story you won’t tell. Only the coolest kids know that missing out is not an option.
Dive into the sonic tapestry of Vibraza, where the pulse of the underground meets a kaleidoscope of sound waves that'll make your heart race faster than your favorite indie flick. This isn't just another night out—it's an invitation to lose yourself in a euphoric maze of synths and rhythms that'll have you dancing under the glow of flickering LED lights deep into the early hours. Doors creak open at 10pm, but trust us, this isn't the scene for fashionably late. With RSVPs that only flirt with the chance of entry, you'll want to be front and center when the clock strikes party o'clock. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR, and leave the resellers to the uninitiated. This is more than a gig—it's a rite of passage for those who live for the thrill of the next big thing. So text your crew, lace up those vintage kicks, and claim your place among the vibing elite. Don't just hear the buzz; be the buzz.
Prepare to have your ironic socks blown off because BeeHive Block Party is about to shake up everything you think you know about indie. Picture a soundscape that marries the raw energy of a late-night garage band with synth pop beats so sticky, they’ll haunt your morning coffee run. Set in an underground venue that’s more secret than your favorite speakeasy, this gig promises a night where shoegaze and DIY collide in a whirlwind of sound and color. If your soul craves the next big thing before it explodes, this is your scene. Expect obscure vinyls spinning between sets, artisanal kombucha on tap, and the kind of crowd that could only exist in a fever dream. You might not leave with your hearing intact, but you’ll gain a new appreciation for the next-gen icons who are about to define your playlists. Trust us, this is where your future stories start.
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.
If you're not at the Moroccan Lounge on July 25th, you might as well be living under a rock made of last year's Spotify playlists. Highvyn, the band that's been quietly setting fire to the underground scene with their magnetic blend of ethereal guitar riffs and synths that feel like a neon-lit dreamscape, is finally dropping their much-anticipated album. Picture this: an intimate space pulsing with the electric energy of a band on the brink of blowing up, a crowd that looks like it stepped out of a Thom Browne catalog (but cooler), and you, caught up in a sonic wave that’ll leave your soul vibrating all the way home. Doors open at 6:30pm, and with tickets just 20 bucks in advance, this is the kind of night you'll be bragging about to your future grandkids. Missing it? Not an option.
Murphy's Law with No Idols and Vaxine (16+ Event)
If you're not at Elsewhere this Saturday, are you even living? Murphy's Law is back, and they're bringing their unapologetic punk chaos to the stage, promising a night where stage dives are as inevitable as the existential dread creeping in on your walk home. Joining them are No Idols, the band that turned your friend's garage into a legendary spot, and Vaxine, whose synthpop beats feel like a late-night drive through neon-soaked streets. This isn't just a gig—it's an experience. A 16+ rite of passage where the floor is sticky, the amps are cranked, and the crowd knows every word. Don't just scroll past the IG stories wishing you were there; be part of the stories people will be talking about until 3 a.m. Or forever. Whichever comes first.
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.
Jeff Rosenstock is hitting the stage, and if you're not there, well, that's a choice. The punk rock whirlwind with a knack for crafting anthems that'll make your heart race and your soul cry is set to deliver a blitzkrieg of sound that's as cathartic as it is chaotic. Picture this: a sweaty crowd losing their collective minds while Jeff ignites the room with raw energy and those signature lo-fi riffs that feel like a warm, nostalgic hug in a New York minute. It's the kind of night where you might just end up crowd-surfing into enlightenment or at least find yourself in the corner of a basement, contemplating life's chaotic beauty. Grab your ticket, your coolest thrift-store tee, and prepare for a night that you'll be quoting lyrics from for years—because this is the gig that all your friends will be talking about when the FOMO hits at 3 AM.
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?
Honeymoon Phase | Girlbossanova | Navita
Clear your calendar and dust off your most ironic band tee, because this Saturday is about to be more stacked than your favorite record store’s vinyl bins. Kicking off the night, Honeymoon Phase sets the stage with their melancholic dreamscapes—it's like diving headfirst into a Sofia Coppola film but with cooler haircuts. Next up, Girlbossanova brings their feminist-anthem-infused bossa nova beats, ready to make you dance like you've never known corporate life. And just when you thought your heart couldn't get any fuller, Navita swoops in to wrap things up with their lush, hypnotic synth melodies that feel like a warm embrace from the future. If you're not there, prepare for a never-ending scroll of Insta stories that taste like the sweet, sweet nectar of regret.
AJ McQueen w/Special Guests: Dajhavuu, MOR
Clear your calendar and dust off your ziniest vintage band tee because AJ McQueen is about to redefine your notion of a live show. This isn't just a gig; it's the sonic baptism you didn't know you needed. Kicking off the evening with a pre-show meet & greet at 6pm—because who doesn't want their vibe checked by the genre-bending genius himself?—you'll have the chance to rub elbows with AJ before the doors swing open at 7pm, unleashing a night that promises to be a kaleidoscopic soundscape of indie excellence. When 8pm hits, prepare yourself for an auditory rollercoaster with special guests Dajhavuu and MOR setting the stage on fire. Dajhavuu will warp your perception of reality with their hazy, dream-logue melodies, while MOR will hit you with synth-laden bangers that feel like a sunrise on the dancefloor of your favorite underground club. This all-ages show ensures that whether you're a seasoned scenester or a fledgling alt-kid, you're in for an unforgettable night. Forget about scrolling through someone's Insta stories the next day—this is the one event that demands your IRL presence. Get ready to feel alive, get ready to feel FOMO, and most importantly, get ready to feel the music.
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.
Clear your schedule and dust off your most ironic band tee because Nektar and Grape Juice Plus are about to blow the roof off that unmarked venue you still call home. If you haven't heard of these audio alchemists yet, brace yourself for a night that will leave your ears ringing in the best way possible. Nektar's sound is like a sonic time capsule—think glitter-infused prog rock that channels the spirits of '70s legends through a kaleidoscope of modern psychedelia. And just when you think the night couldn't get any sweeter, Grape Juice Plus hits the stage with their electrifying blend of funk-laden grooves and synthpop audacity. It's a double bill that promises to be less of a concert and more of a seismic cultural event. Trust us, this is the kind of gig where legends are born and FOMO is real. Don't say we didn't warn you.
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.
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.
Get ready to ditch your usual Saturday night plans because Zorza & Sim0ne are about to set Los Angeles on fire with their explosive debut, 4Ever LA. This isn't just any warehouse rave—it's a sonic collision of Toronto's hyper-techno queen Zorza and London's techno prodigy Sim0ne, bringing their electrifying synergy to the 1720 Warehouse. Expect a night drenched in pulsating beats and euphoric melodies that'll keep you dancing until dawn. With a killer support lineup featuring AngelFire, Lola, and Denkai, this event is guaranteed to be the underground spectacle of the season. Fair warning: tickets are hotter than a July rooftop party in Brooklyn. So snag yours before they vanish faster than your post-rave memories.
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.
Get ready to kiss your ennui goodbye because Indie After Party is about to drop the kind of sonic bliss that even your most obscure vinyl collection will envy. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. Picture this: a fusion of jangly guitars, synths that shimmer like a Brooklyn skyline at dusk, and lyrics that hit harder than a rooftop breakup. Indie After Party is the love child of a basement jam session and that dream you had where Belle & Sebastian and Mitski started a book club. Trust us, your feed will be a barren wasteland if you miss this. So grab your thrift-store denim, summon your coolest friends, and prepare for a night that'll make your Spotify algorithm look basic. This is the kind of scene where legends are whispered into existence, so be there when the future of indie makes some serious noise.
William Matheny, Emily Frembgen, Latvian Radio
Ready to trade your ennui for euphoria? Swing by this can't-miss trifecta of indie brilliance featuring the magnetic William Matheny, the hauntingly evocative Emily Frembgen, and the pulsating energy of Latvian Radio. Imagine a night where Americana storytelling meets ethereal vocals, all wrapped up in a sonic hug of jangly guitars and synth-laden soundscapes. It's the stuff of indie dreams, where each note and lyric feels as if it were curated by the universe just for your ears. Doors fling open at 5pm, and the vibe promises to be as intoxicating as that overpriced craft kombucha you pretend to love. Snag your ticket in advance for a cool $15 or risk paying the day-of-show tax. Either way, you won't want to be the one scrolling through stories the next morning wishing you were there.
Nora Kelly Band | Hal & Pals | Frances De Vargas
If your weekend plans don't include catching the Nora Kelly Band, Hal & Pals, and Frances De Vargas, then you might as well be stuck in a 2009 Tumblr time warp. This triple threat is hitting the stage with the kind of raw energy that makes your old iPod classics blush. Nora Kelly Band will shred through your ennui with their intoxicating blend of post-punk and existential lyrics that could make Ian Curtis crack a smile. Hal & Pals are the DIY synthpop darlings that sound like they crawled out of a Stranger Things soundtrack and into your heart. And Frances De Vargas? She's the virtuoso you've been pretending to know about but actually need to see live to believe. Prepare for a night that feels like the secret afterparty to a show that hasn't even happened yet. Miss it, and you'll be scrolling through Instagram stories in the dark, questioning your life choices.
Prepare to have your socks blown off and your jaded soul reinvigorated, because Boris Brejcha is about to drop the kind of set that'll make you want to tattoo his logo on your eyelids. The masked maestro of high-tech minimal’s bringing his A-game to the coolest underground venue this side of a Berlin warehouse, promising a sonic journey that'll have you questioning if you've ever truly *heard* music before. Picture a kaleidoscope of pulsating beats and ethereal synths that’ll wrap around you like an intoxicating fever dream. This isn’t just a show—it's a baptism by bass, a rite of passage for anyone who claims to know what’s truly cutting-edge. Miss this set, and you might as well hang up your vintage band tees and call it quits, because your street cred is about to evaporate faster than a TikTok trend.
If you haven't yet felt the raw fire of Wu Lyf live, consider this your wake-up call. The Echo is hosting these elusive sonic revolutionaries, and it promises to be nothing short of a spiritual rebirth. Known for their anthemic battle cries and cathedral-sized soundscapes, Wu Lyf is the kind of band that makes you feel like you're part of something bigger—like you're in the middle of a DIY revivalist ceremony where irony is the only thing sacrificed. This isn't just a gig; it's a call to arms for the disenchanted and bored, a moment where even the most jaded soul finds something to believe in. Keep your ear to the ground and your browser tab open on The Echo's socials because this is where your indie cred goes to get baptized.
Cancel your other plans and prepare for a sonic pilgrimage because tonight's lineup at the underground sanctuary is nothing short of transcendental. WORLD PEACE leads the charge with their ethereal blend of post-rock and ambient noise, crafting soundscapes that could make even Kevin Shields swoon. Think celestial harmonies that you're only cool enough to dream of. Wretched Blessing follows, ready to enrapture with their grunge-tinged shoegaze that feels like a lost B-side from a mysterious 90s cassette. Their riffs echo through the soul and their angst is palpable enough to be bottled up and sold at Urban Outfitters next season. Sarin closes with a set guaranteed to melt your face faster than the band's namesake. Their raw energy and visceral lyrics cut through the haze, leaving nothing but catharsis in their wake. Not to mention their synth work, which sounds as if it's been plucked straight from an unreleased Chromatics track. Doors creak open at 8PM, but the real magic starts at 9PM. Remember, it’s 21+; this isn’t a night for the faint of heart or the underage. Grab your most ironic vintage tee and be prepared to tell everyone you were there before it was cool—although you'd never actually say it out loud.
If your Spotify algorithm's been feeling a little too predictable lately, The Firebreaks are here to shatter your musical ennui with a live show that promises to be anything but formulaic. This Saturday, they’re bringing their unparalleled post-punk energy to a stage that’s barely big enough to contain their sound. With Tylenol delivering their dreamy synth reveries and Christin Marks mixing ethereal vocals with raw edge, it's a lineup that reads like the inside of an indie aficionado's brain. And while $15 might be a steal online, there’s something about the anticipation of snagging a last-minute ticket at the door that just hits different. Doors swing wide at 6pm—don’t be the one scrolling through Instagram, green with envy, as your friends revel in a night that demands to be experienced in the flesh.
Gloorp, alice does computer music, Andy Loebs
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic rabbit hole as Gloorp, alice does computer music, and Andy Loebs converge for a night that promises to recalibrate your musical compass. Gloorp's kaleidoscopic soundscapes are like being gently abducted by aliens who really love Animal Collective. Alice does computer music brings her avant-garde digital wizardry, crafting beats that seem to bend time and space. And if that’s not enough to make your heart race, Andy Loebs will take you on an emotional rollercoaster with his genre-defying, DIY ethos. This is the kind of lineup your future self will brag about having experienced IRL, while your Spotify Discover Weekly cries in the corner. Don’t be the one stalking the Instagram stories the day after—be the story.
In the ever-oscillating orbit of indie brilliance, Day We Ran is your gravitational pull to something cosmic and raw. On August 11, the Moroccan Lounge transforms into a sonic nebula where tapestry synths meet shoegaze dreams, and you're invited to get lost in the ether. Imagine if The War on Drugs and Beach House had a love child raised on bedroom pop and '90s VHS tapes—Day We Ran is the soundtrack to your most cinematic moments. With Still Blank kicking things off, expect an avant-garde surge of post-punk energy to prime the night. Clear your calendar, dust off those Doc Martens, and prepare to experience what could only be described as an existential eargasm. Trust us, this is the gig your future self will brag about. $20 in advance is just the price of entry to the next chapter of your indie music memoir.
If you haven't yet sunk into the lush, cinematic soundscapes of Chance Peña, consider this your official wake-up call. This prodigious talent is set to deliver a night of introspective indie-folk that feels like sharing secrets under a blanket fort built for two. Peña's raw, soulful vocals and intricate guitar work will weave a tapestry of emotion that's as at home in the hushed corners of your favorite coffee shop as it is reverberating through the rafters of the coolest secret venue in town. His lyrics, tinged with a poignant nostalgia, are the kind that linger long after the last note fades—like the echo of a forgotten dream. Miss this, and you'll be the one stuck outside the cultural zeitgeist's velvet rope, scrolling through stories of a night that everyone but you felt in their bones.
Joseph Keckler , Matthewadonna, Avishag Cohen Rodrigues
Clear your calendar and dust off your thrifted combat boots because this is the gig that will have your group chat buzzing for weeks. Joseph Keckler, the operatic enigma with a voice that makes time stop, is about to deliver an audacious set that flirts with the avant-garde and teases the edges of reality. He'll be joined by Matthewadonna, whose synth-laden soundscapes are like a neon dream soaked in reverb and existential wonder. Meanwhile, Avishag Cohen Rodrigues is poised to shred every preconceived notion you have about indie rock with a guitar-driven fury that's both raw and elegantly chaotic. This isn't just a show; it's an invitation to witness the sonic lovechild of an underground renaissance. Miss it, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone who matters.
Violent Femmes: 45 Years of Violent Femmes Tour
The Violent Femmes are back, baby, and they're dragging all 45 years of their deliciously defiant energy to the Bellwether. This is the tour that’s making all the indie darlings and punk purists crawl out from their art-house hideaways. Imagine stomping along to "Blister in the Sun" with a crowd that gets the joke—while you sip on something exclusive in the Looking Glass Lounge, where the drinks are as curated as your best friend’s vinyl collection. The Bellwether's gone cashless, and so should your excuses. With a separate entrance and private bathrooms, it’s like being on the guest list for the gig of the year. Grab your ticket before the delivery delay lifts and everyone else realizes this isn't just another show. It’s the kind of night you’ll be name-dropping at parties for the next decade. Time to give in to the FOMO, darling.
Bad Brains - 50th Anniversary Celebration
You thought you’d seen it all, but you haven’t seen anything until you’ve experienced the Bad Brains 50th Anniversary Celebration. This isn’t just a concert; it’s a pilgrimage to the holy grail of hardcore. Imagine HR in the flesh, sharing the stage with an all-star roster that’s basically a Mount Rushmore of punk royalty. Living Brains will rip through a hardcore set so raw it’ll make your spine vibrate, with Norwood, Israel Joseph, Thomas Prigden, and Vernon Reid setting the night ablaze. And just when you think you’ve found the edge, Soul Brains will take you deeper, with a live dub set featuring Soul Syndicate, Israel Joseph, and the legendary Money Mark spinning the dials. Mario C’s DJ set will be the sonic dessert you didn’t know you needed. Doors at 7, show at 8, and trust us—you don’t want to miss a minute. This is 21+ only, because, let’s be honest, the underage scene just wouldn’t understand. Consider your jaded soul officially un-jaded.
Clear your calendars and prep your senses—AZRA is about to transform the Moroccan Lounge into your new obsession. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-body experience that will have you questioning if your heart is beating in 4/4 time. Known for their ethereal mix of cosmic synths and raw, emotive vocals that feel like a first crush, AZRA is the lovechild of Beach House's dreamscapes and the visceral intensity of early Yeah Yeah Yeahs. You're in for a night where the air is thick with the promise of something unforgettable and the only currency is the pulse of the bassline. Grab your tickets before they vanish into the ether, because FOMO is real, and you'd rather be here living the moment than scrolling through the aftermath on Instagram. Catch you on the dance floor—if you can get in.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow: Between Friends
When the dust of Grant Park settles, and the mainstream masses retreat to their scrolls and stories, the true nocturnal voyage begins at Outset. Between Friends, the genre-defying duo with synth hooks as sticky as a Chicago summer night, are commandeering the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow. This is the kind of gig where GA means grabbing the space to lose yourself in their dreamy soundscapes and punchy beats, all while brushing shoulders with the crowd that truly gets it. Forget about re-entry—because once you're in, why would you ever want out? This is the afterparty the main event wishes it could be. Dive into the sonic current and let Between Friends redefine everything you thought you knew about live music.
Nervous Jon w/ Rock Leshock, Mickey O'Brien and Friends
Get ready to shake off that ironic detachment because this Friday, Nervous Jon is throwing down a sonic gauntlet that promises to make even the most aloof hipster feel the pangs of genuine excitement. Sharing the stage with the avant-garde wizardry of Rock Leshock and the lyrical alchemy of Mickey O'Brien and Friends, this night is set to be an indie odyssey of epic proportions. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of shoegaze swirls, glitchy beats, and poetic rhapsodies that somehow capture the collective zeitgeist of a generation that thrives on authenticity and the occasional existential crisis. If you've ever wondered what it sounds like when the underground pulses with the kind of raw energy that could electrify a dead room, this is your golden ticket. Don your coolest thrifted threads, grab a PBR, and prepare to lose yourself in a musical tapestry that'll leave you questioning why you ever considered staying home. It's the night the scene's been craving—don't be the one who misses it.
Get ready to have your existential dread washed away by a tidal wave of sublime chaos, because Wolf Alice is about to set your world on fire. The indie darlings who redefine the soundscape between grunge grit and celestial dream-pop are descending upon our city like a meteor of raw emotion and flawless distortion. Ellie Rowsell and her band of sonic alchemists are the kind of act that makes you wonder why you ever bothered with anything else. Their live shows are the stuff of legends—mythical events where every riff, every howl, every beat feels like a revelation. If you're not there, are you even living? Consider this your once-in-a-lifetime chance to say, "I was there when Wolf Alice turned the mundane into the magical." Miss it, and you might just miss the most life-affirming night of your year.
VIOLENT VIRA PRESENTS: LOVER OF A GHOST FILM PREMIERE
If you're tired of the same old Spotify Discover playlist and craving something that might actually make you feel alive again, Violent Vira is here to rescue your jaded soul with a night that promises to be as ethereal as it is electrifying. Picture this: the world premiere of Lover of a Ghost, a film that's as enigmatic as the name suggests, unraveling its mysteries under the flickering glow of the indie cinema screen. But that’s just the opener. Stick around for a tête-à-tête that’s bound to crackle with creative energy—Violent Vira and Anna Zanes of Alternative Press diving into the guts and glory of the music and film, in a Q&A that’ll make even the most blasé hipster lean forward in their seat. As if that wasn’t enough to tickle your cultural taste buds, cap off the night with an intimate live performance by Violent Vira—a sonic experience that promises to sear into your consciousness and leave you floating somewhere above the East River. Grab your tickets, because this isn't just another night out; it's an initiation into a world where ghosts and guitars collide.
If you're anywhere near the pulse of the indie scene this weekend, you better be at the basement gig that's got the city buzzing. $quib, the noise-pop prodigies who've somehow turned distortion into an art form, are headlining, and trust me, their live set is a visceral experience you won't want to miss. Joining them is Anastasia Coope, the synth-pop siren whose ethereal voice could probably stop time if she felt like it. And let's not forget poc, the genre-defying collective that's been experimenting with sound and turning heads faster than you can say "avant-garde." This lineup is the kind of magic that demands your presence—consider your Saturday night plans officially upgraded. Miss it and you'll be the one asking for recaps at brunch.
Cypress Hill: Once Upon A Time in the Summer 2026 Tour
Get ready to unleash your inner '90s rebel because Cypress Hill is about to storm the Pacific Amphitheatre like it's 1993 all over again. This isn't just a trip down memory lane; it's a full-blown sonic resurrection. On July 29, the godfathers of West Coast hip-hop are bringing their legendary sound straight to the OC Fair stage, and trust us, you'll want to witness this historical moment when B-Real, Sen Dog, and DJ Muggs reignite the fire of tracks that defined an era. And as if that isn't enough to catapult you out of your summer ennui, Ozomatli is on the lineup to ensure the night hits every high note on your bucket list. They're the genre-mashing maestros who can turn any stage into the world's most colorful dance floor, making this a double bill that's basically musical nirvana. Your ticket doesn't just get you into the show; it unlocks a day at the OC Fair. Imagine the Instagram stories: wild rides, deep-fried everything, and then Cypress Hill live. Whether you’re snapping a selfie with the legends themselves via a VIP meet-and-greet or snagging some exclusive merch to stunt on everyone who missed out, this is the kind of night that turns mere mortals into legends. So, circle the date and dust off your classic vinyl because this is the once-upon-a-time summer night you won't want to sleep on.
Empire of the Sun: Official Lolla Aftershow
If you're not already buzzing with the post-festival glow, Empire of the Sun's official Lolla Aftershow is about to crank your vibe dial from “meh” to “ecstasy.” Picture this: a kaleidoscope of synth-laden euphoria, a sonic journey that pirouettes between the cosmos and clubland, all framed by the electric pulse of Chicago's iconic skyline. And it’s not just your soul that's getting nourished—$1 from every ticket spins into arts education for Chicago's future scene-makers. So, while the mainstream masses are still nursing their day four hangovers, you'll be diving headfirst into a soundscape that makes the term "afterparty" feel like an understatement. Grab your tickets and prepare to be the envy of every indie kid that slept on this celestial soirée.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring Blood Orange
When the Lollapalooza dust settles and the city’s heartbeat starts to sync with the night, there’s only one place to be: the House of Blues for the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring the enigmatic Blood Orange. As the clock strikes 9PM, Dev Hynes will weave his magical tapestry of sound—where R&B shimmers melt into indie dreamscapes and whispers of synthpop romance. It’s a standing-room-only affair, meaning you’ll be shoulder to shoulder with the city’s most ardent beatniks and style mavens, all vibing to the same irresistible groove. And while you’re soaking in the sonic gold, you’re also feeding the future—$1 from every ticket fuels arts education for Chicago youth. This isn’t just an aftershow; it’s a portal into the underground pulse of the city, a chance to witness an artist at the peak of his cosmic powers. Don’t just hear about it; be about it. See you in the crowd.
If you haven't heard of Mikey Jerome yet, consider this your official wake-up call. The enigmatic singer-songwriter is dropping their debut album, and it's the kind of sonic revelation that makes you question everything you've been listening to. Think Elliott Smith's introspection meets James Blake's production wizardry, with a sprinkle of early St. Vincent weirdness for good measure. The album release party is a secret loft gig in Bushwick, where the walls sweat with potential and every corner hides an art-school dropout sketching their next masterpiece. Expect an audience full of future icons, sipping on artisanal cocktails that taste like nostalgia and listening to tracks that could have been b-sides on a Velvet Underground record. It's not just an event; it's a cultural reset. Miss it at your own peril.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow feat Bad Nerves
Cancel your plans and throw on your obscure band tee because this lineup is guaranteed to reinvigorate your jaded soul. Lord Buffalo, with their hauntingly atmospheric soundscapes, will drag you into a desert dreamscape where time moves at half-speed and every note feels like a mirage. It's the kind of music that makes you question whether the dirt on your boots is metaphorical or if you're just that deep into the vibe. Blue Dream will keep the surreal journey going, serving up a shimmering cocktail of psych-rock that melts in your ears like a summer acid trip that you never want to end. Their riffs are like technicolor sunbeams bending through a kaleidoscope—the perfect soundtrack for those who live for the liminal. But don't even think about ghosting before Daisychain takes the stage. This indie darlings' infectious hooks and synth-laden melodies will have your feet moving before your mind catches up. With lyrics that speak to your existential dread wrapped in beats that make you forget it, their set is the cathartic release you didn't know you needed. If you miss this night, you're not just missing a show; you're missing a sonic pilgrimage.
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.
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.
Bella Kay - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
If you've somehow managed to keep your finger on the pulse of the indie scene, then you already know that Bella Kay is the name echoing down every alley from Williamsburg to Wicker Park. This Lollapalooza aftershow is your golden ticket to the inner sanctum of cool—a night where Clare Rosinkranz will kick things off with her signature blend of sun-soaked pop and bedroom beats, setting the stage for Bella Kay's sonic alchemy. Picture yourself in the General Admission Dance Pit, a swirling sea of kindred spirits, all chasing that euphoric high only live music can deliver. And as you vibe out, you'll also be giving back—each ticket helps fund arts education in Chi-town. Pro tip: this venue is all-access, so bring your squad, your quirkiest dance moves, and expect a night of auditory bliss that'll haunt your playlists. Miss this, and you'll only have your FOMO to console you.
If you haven't yet baptized your eardrums in the sonic chaos that is Viagra Boys, now's your golden ticket to the church of post-punk revelry. This Swedish outfit is like a shot of espresso for your soul, fueled by relentless grooves and a frontman who channels all the energy of Iggy Pop after a triple shot of espresso. Prepare for an evening where saxophones duel with guitars like it's the end of the world, and every track feels like a love letter to the beautifully unhinged. It's music for the misfits—the ones who'd rather dance in a grimy basement than nod along politely from the bleachers. So, slap on your finest thrift store threads and get ready to sweat out your existential dread with the best of them. Because, let's be honest, there's no cooler place to be than amidst the glorious chaos of Viagra Boys making the mundane feel extraordinary.
Wet Leg - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow (18+)
If your festival fatigue is starting to set in, brace yourself for the antidote: Wet Leg's Official Lollapalooza Aftershow. Picture this—escaping the sprawling chaos of Grant Park only to land in an intimate sonic sanctuary where Rhian and Hester are your guides. This isn't just another gig; it's the pulse of indie cool, a clandestine gathering where post-punk wit meets a swirl of surrealist charm. The kind of place where irony slips into euphoria, and dancing is less about moves and more about moments. You'll be shoulder to shoulder with those in the know, exchanging knowing glances every time the duo drops another sly lyric that feels like a secret handshake. Don't just hear about it on some influencer's recap reel—be there, live it, and let the FOMO be someone else's problem.
You've heard the whispers reverberating through dive bars and vinyl shops: Persona 749 is the next big thing on the indie circuit, and they're about to melt faces at the alt temple down the street. With a sonic blend that feels like your favorite thrift store sweater wrapped in glitchy synths and lyrical confessions, this band makes you feel like you scored front row tickets to a secret show in a dream you keep having. Picture a kaleidoscope of shoegaze distortion and angsty anthems paving the way for a night where time dissolves into sound. And with doors swinging open at 9pm, your only dilemma is whether $2 is worth skipping the line on the day of the show. Spoiler: it absolutely is.
If your summer nights have been feeling more stale than your roommate's forgotten sourdough starter, it's time to recalibrate your sonic compass. The Moroccan Lounge is serving up an auditory feast this July 29th that promises to refresh your cultural palate. Headliners More Ephemerol aren't just a band; they're an experience, a synth-drenched fever dream that channels the ghost of '80s synthpop through a modern, kaleidoscopic lens. Think Depeche Mode making a pact with Grimes at a warehouse rave. But that's not all—FoXix, with their glitchy, avant-garde electro beats, will have you questioning the laws of physics. And Jackie Body? They're the art-pop enigma whose whispers of future fame are growing louder with every hypnotic bassline. Doors creak open at 9:30 pm, and for a mere $12 advance (or $15 if you're living dangerously), you'll find yourself on the cutting edge of cool. Trust me, this is the kind of lineup that makes you wonder why you'd ever leave the indie underbelly for the mainstream.
If your idea of a perfect night involves getting lost in a sonic maze of post-modern emotion and glittering synth landscapes, then Ian Abel and e.r.o.s. are about to become your new obsession. Picture this: Ian Abel's voice, raw and resplendent, slicing through the air like a forgotten dream you almost remember. His sound is like a mixtape you found at a thrift store that's somehow become the soundtrack to your life. And then there's e.r.o.s., weaving lush, ethereal soundscapes that feel like diving into a neon-lit swimming pool of nostalgia and future memories. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental experience where the boundaries between you and the music dissolve into nothingness. Miss it, and risk being that person who's still talking about that one time they almost went.
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Get ready to trade your ennui for euphoria, because Lollapalooza is about to drop a sonic kaleidoscope on your earbuds that's hotter than a Bushwick rooftop in July. This isn't just a festival; it's a pilgrimage for the flannel-clad and vinyl-hoarding souls who thrive on the fringes of mainstream. Ever wanted to mosh with your musical idols while discovering the next big thing before your Spotify algorithm even knows what's up? From blistering garage rock that'll shred your ennui to glittery synthpop that makes your heart skip like an old-school cassette, Lollapalooza is the holy grail of curated chaos. Grab your most ironic vintage tee and prepare to have your mind—and maybe your carefully curated Instagram feed—blown to smithereens.
Mella: Or So We've Been Touring w/ support from Body Thief & Postdrome
Heads up, music mavens: the universe just dropped a sonic bombshell, and it's landing right at the Moroccan Lounge. Mella is gracing us with their "Or So We've Been Touring" tour, and trust me, this isn't just another gig—it's a full-on experience. Imagine the atmospheric vibes of a celestial shoegaze dream, textured with layers that make even your wildest daydreams feel mundane. And with Body Thief opening, expect a cerebral blend of post-hardcore energy that’s the musical equivalent of a double espresso shot. Postdrome rounds out the night with an ambient soundscape that defies gravity and logic. Tickets are a steal at $15 in advance—consider it a down payment on your coolest memory of the summer. So, dust off your most ironic band tee, grab that pre-show kombucha, and prepare your soul for transcendence. This is where your future best stories are born.
Bird and Byron LIVE at El Cid (Los Angeles, CA)
Bird and Byron are swooping into El Cid like a sonic revelation sent straight from the alt-music heavens, ready to ignite your soul with their intoxicating blend of ethereal melodies and raw, unfiltered energy. This isn't just another gig—it's a transcendental journey through soundscapes that shimmer and pulse with the heart of indie innovation. As the shimmering lights of LA dance on the horizon, you'll find yourself helplessly swept away by their kaleidoscopic rhythms and hauntingly beautiful vocals. This is the kind of night that makes your Spotify playlists feel inadequate, where every strum and beat etches itself into your very being. All sales are final because, let’s be honest, once you experience Bird and Byron live, there’s no going back. Miss this, and you'll spend the rest of the year regretting it from the comfort of your meticulously curated vinyl collection.
The Fixx is about to turn The Belasco into the indie oasis your soul has been thirsting for. Imagine this: a night where synth-driven nostalgia meets the raw pulse of now, in a venue that feels like it was plucked right out of your favorite music zine’s imagination. This isn’t just another gig; it’s an all-ages pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened, an ode to standing room only camaraderie. Arrive early to soak up the pre-show lounge vibes, and don’t sleep on snagging a spot in that first-come, first-served wheelchair area if you need it. The Fixx isn't just playing a set; they're conjuring an experience that'll haunt your playlists and bragging rights for months. Mark your calendar, bring your sharpest crew, and prepare for a night where even the pauses between songs hum with electric potential. And remember, those support acts—they're not just opening; they're setting the stage for history.
Clear your calendars and dust off your vintage denim because Abby Kenna and Hana Bryanne are about to detonate The Echo with a night of sonic transcendence. Abby Kenna, the unassuming queen of tender angst, pairs her poetic prowess with Hana Bryanne’s ethereal synth magic—think of it as the lovechild of Beach House and Angel Olsen, if they were raised on a steady diet of lo-fi bedroom recordings and late-night existential chats. This is more than a concert; it’s a rite of passage into the heart of the indie labyrinth. You’ll want bragging rights for when these legends inevitably blow up, so grab a ticket, grab a friend, and prepare to be swept into a kaleidoscope of sound that Pitchfork will envy and BrooklynVegan will gush about. Check out the Echo’s socials and website for deets, just don’t say we didn’t warn you when this becomes the gig everyone talks about next week.
Prepare your indie-weary soul for a seismic event that transcends the ordinary gig grind. The Screamin' Cheetah Wheelies are back, defying the laws of hiatus physics and ready to reclaim their rock 'n' roll crown. This isn't just a reunion; it's a cosmic collision of Southern rock swagger and psychedelic soul that's been brewing since your parents' vinyl was spinning in earnest. Imagine the hazy euphoria of an outdoor festival, but in the intimate confines of your favorite underground haunt. This is where veteran moshers and curious newcomers converge, where every riff feels like a secret handshake among the initiated. Dust off your coolest vintage tee, because you'll want to say you were there when the Wheelies roared back to life. Don't sleep—this is the night legends are made of.
Prepare to peel back the layers of your ennui because The Nude is set to strip away the mundane at Vice Club this Friday. This is the kind of gig that feels like a secret whispered in the grungiest corner of your favorite dive bar. Riding the razor's edge between ethereal shoegaze and gritty post-punk, The Nude delivers a soundscape that's as raw as it is polished, like a velvet glove hiding a clenched fist. Their live shows are the stuff of underground legend, where time suspends and the line between audience and artist blurs into a visceral, shared experience. If you missed their last set in a Bushwick basement that's now an overpriced tapas joint, don't let history repeat itself. Grab your most worn-out band tee, bring your ironic detachment, and get ready to lose them both in the shimmering haze of sound. The Nude isn't just a band; it's an invitation to feel alive again.
Clear your calendar, because tonight's sonic pilgrimage takes you deep into the heart of the indie underbelly with Ary Kumar, YDV, and Rumari. Ary Kumar's electrifying blend of eclectic beats and haunting vocals is the stuff post-midnight legends are made of. YDV, the enigmatic maestros of dreamy synth landscapes, will transport you to a dimension where everything is just a tad cooler. And Rumari? Picture a velvet waterfall of sound cascading in the dim glow of a forgotten dive bar. This is more than a show; it's a rite of passage for those who live for the pulse of the underground. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through grainy Instagram stories, wishing you were there.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring Kettama
If you’re still riding the sonic high from Lolla and looking to keep the vibes alive, the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring Kettama is your golden ticket. This Irish maestro is bringing his signature blend of house and techno to the historic Aragon Ballroom, a venue that’s basically a rite of passage for any music lover worth their weight in vinyl. With doors and beats dropping at 10PM sharp, prepare to lose yourself under a canopy of celestial acoustics and kaleidoscopic lights in this standing-room-only haven. Whether you’re a seasoned raver or a curious newcomer, Kettama’s set promises an auditory journey that’ll have even the most jaded scenester feeling fresh-faced and free. And remember, this is a strictly 17-and-up gig—so bring your best fake ID story or a legit guardian who can groove. This isn’t just a show; it’s an after-hours pilgrimage for the dance disciples. Miss it, and you’ll be piecing together FOMO tales from the echoes of the night. Be there, or hear about it on some friend’s story.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow feat High Vis
If you're looking to keep the Lolla vibes alive after the main stages go dark, skip the tired after-parties and head to the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring High Vis. This UK quintet is tearing through the post-punk scene like a sonic hurricane, and they're bringing their raw, electrifying energy stateside. Imagine a cathartic explosion of sound that feels like Ian Curtis and Joe Strummer had a love child, raised in the alleyways of London, fueled by the angst of modern life. It's a sweaty, visceral experience that'll leave you wondering if you just stumbled into the best-kept secret of the festival. Trust us, this is the kind of gig that you'll brag about for years, the kind that leaves you with ringing ears and a full heart. Miss it, and you might as well be at home listening to your dad's old Smiths records—this is where the future of indie is happening.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring Suki Waterhouse
Major Lazer - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
The clock strikes midnight, and while the plebs are trudging home from Lolla, you're about to stumble into an alternate dimension where Major Lazer reigns supreme. Imagine a sonic kaleidoscope where beats drop like confetti and the bass reverberates through your very soul. This isn't just an aftershow; it's an initiation into the tribe of those who know where the real magic happens. The venue? A secret spot only whispered about in the back alleys of the internet—a place where Diplo and the gang will summon an electrifying storm of Caribbean rhythms and dancehall vibes. It's a night to shed your cynicism, lose yourself in the pulsing crowd, and become one with the beat. Because let's face it, staying home is for the uninspired, and as a denizen of the underground, you're destined for more. Get ready to emerge from the shadows and dance until the sun threatens to rise, because FOMO is for everyone else. You're on the list, and this is where you need to be.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow: Goldie Boutilier
If your weekend itinerary doesn’t include the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow with Goldie Boutilier, you might want to rethink your life choices. This is the kind of night that births legends and hangovers in equal measure—a sonic baptism by the synth-pop priestess herself. Held at the illustrious Outset, where the beer is warm and the vibes are ice-cold, this 17-and-over show promises an evening of electric intimacy and feral glamour. Throw in the fact that there's no re-entry, and you’ve got the perfect excuse to stay glued to the pulsing heart of the crowd, losing yourself in the beats and maybe finding yourself in the lyrics. Don’t sleep on this cultural rite of passage; it’s a ticket to the kind of musical epiphany that lingers long after the last chord fades.
If your weekend plans don’t include catching Joe P and Sam MacPherson’s set, you might want to check your indie cred at the door. These two are about to serve up a sonic cocktail that'll make your Spotify Discover Weekly feel like AM radio. Joe P’s raw, emotive guitar riffs are the perfect foil to Sam MacPherson's silky, nostalgia-soaked vocals, crafting a live experience that feels like stumbling into a secret show in the back of your coolest friend's vinyl-cluttered flat. Imagine a night where shoegaze haze meets synthpop sheen, all while you’re surrounded by the kind of crowd that only nods in approval. It's the gig equivalent of finding that rare vinyl at your favorite record shop, so don’t be that person who misses out and has to pretend they were there when it inevitably becomes legend.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow: Julia Wolf
If you're not at the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow with Julia Wolf, are you even in the know? Fresh off her celestial set at Grant Park, Julia's bringing her sonic magic to a more intimate stage, where her ethereal vocals and razor-sharp lyrics will cut through the late-night haze like a beam of pure indie light. This is not just a gig; it's a pilgrimage. Expect to be enveloped in dreamy soundscapes that ripple with the kind of energy only the true alt-pop priestess herself can conjure. Miss it, and risk being stuck reading about it on your friend's meticulously curated Instagram highlights. Don't be that person. Get there, lose yourself in the vibes, and be part of the story everyone will be dissecting at the next basement show.
*SOLD OUT* Empty Bottle and c3 Present: Ecca Vandal - Lollapalooza Aftershow
Listen up, nocturnal creatures and sonic seekers—the Empty Bottle is about to serve you a midnight banquet of sound that’ll shake you out of your ironic ennui. Enter the electrifying orbit of Ecca Vandal, who’s swooping in like a comet for a Lollapalooza aftershow that promises to be as fleeting and brilliant as a shooting star. You’ve heard whispers of her genre-defying alchemy, where punk grit and hip-hop swagger meet in a back-alley brawl, and this is your chance to witness the collision up close. The doors open at 10 PM, but the real magic begins when the clock strikes eleven—Cinderella’s got nothing on this. For those who live for the uncategorizable and thrive on the unexpected, missing this would be a cardinal sin in the gospel of cool. Tickets are already a mirage, vanished into the ether, so if you're lucky enough to have one, clutch it like the golden ticket it is. Prepare yourself for a night that straddles the line between chaos and creation, because moments like this don’t happen in the mainstream—they happen here, at the crossroads of legendary and late-night.
Prepare for your ear canals to be permanently altered by the sonic sorcery of Not for Radio, the band that’s been quietly setting the underground on fire with their genre-defying alchemy. If your playlists are feeling as stale as last year’s avocado toast, this is your antidote. Think Radiohead’s existential angst elbowing its way through a mosh pit with LCD Soundsystem’s dance-punk swagger—all marinated in a broth of shoegaze fuzz and post-punk grit. Their live shows are the stuff of whispered legends; the kind of set where you’re equally likely to catch someone weeping during a synth solo as you are to see a spontaneous interpretive dance-off in the back corner. So, dust off your coolest vintage tee, grab your concert buddy, and dive into the maelstrom. Miss this, and you’re missing the moment everyone will be name-dropping at next weekend’s rooftop hang.
Dive headfirst into a sonic wonderland with Julia Wolf, the indie pop priestess whose lyricism cuts as deep as a thrifted leather jacket on a crisp Brooklyn night. Her latest gig promises a kaleidoscope of shimmering synths and razor-sharp beats that make you feel like you're cruising through a neon dreamscape. Wolf's voice—ethereal yet commanding—wraps around you like the perfect vintage find, leaving you breathless and craving more. This isn't just a show; it's a communion of the cool, a gathering of the genre-defying glitterati. If you're not there, are you really anywhere? Prepare for a night where the line between audience and artist dissolves into a collective exhale of pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Don't just read about it, embody it.
Mother Mother - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
When the clock strikes midnight and Lollapalooza’s glitter fades, the real magic crackles to life at Mother Mother’s official aftershow. Imagine this: you, front and center, bathed in the glow of neon dreams, as Mother Mother unleashes their sonic kaleidoscope in a venue small enough to feel the bass in your bones. This isn’t your average post-festival wind-down; it’s a full-throttle, sensory overload, where every track feels like a secret handshake between you and the universe. The band’s razor-sharp harmonies and infectious energy will make you question if you’ve ever truly experienced live music before. Miss this, and you’ll be forever chasing whispers of what could have been the night that defied the ordinary.
The Army, The Navy - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
Looking for the ultimate post-Lolla adrenaline shot? Dive into the sonic whirlpool that is The Army, The Navy's official aftershow—a night set to recalibrate your indie compass. Held at the ever-cool Garcia’s, this gig isn’t just another pit stop for Lollapalooza pilgrims; it’s the pilgrimage itself. With Next Of Kin kicking things off, expect an exquisite cocktail of raw guitar riffs and synth waves that’ll have even the most stoic hipster shedding a tear of joy. Toss in a dance pit that promises to be as sweaty as a Brooklyn basement in July, and you’ve got yourself a night that could rival even your wildest festival fantasies. Plus, the cherry on top? Each ticket drop contributes to the Lollapalooza Arts Education Fund, so you’re giving back while you get down. It's more than a concert—it's an essential chapter in your summer saga. Secure your spot and prepare to bask in the afterglow of audacious artistry.
Yungblud - Official Lollapalooza Afershow
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.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring CORTIS
When the confetti settles and the Lolla mainstage lights dim, the real magic crackles to life at the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring CORTIS. This is where the indie cognoscenti pivot from festival chaos to the intimate electricity of House of Blues Chicago's standing-room-only allure. Saturday morning raves are for those who know that the pulse of the city doesn't wait for nightfall. CORTIS, known for transcending genre boundaries with synth-laden dreamscapes, will redefine your morning routine. And while you're getting lost in the sound, know that $1 from every ticket is a direct investment in the next wave of sonic revolutionaries via Chicago Youth Symphony Orchestra, John Walt Foundation, and Festival Unive. Doors creak open at 10:30 AM, but the real opening is the one in your mind. Skip the snooze and meet us there; your future self will thank you.
Prepare your ear canals for a sonic smorgasbord, as the colossal titan of tuneage, Lollapalooza, makes its triumphant return. This isn't your run-of-the-mill music fest. Oh no, we're talking about an audiovisual bacchanalia where the gods of indie, hip hop, grunge and every genre in between descend to rock the foundations of the earth. It's where your favorite shoegaze supergroup shares the stage with that synthpop sensation you discovered on a midnight Bandcamp dive. And let's not forget about the surprise sets that will leave you whispering, "I was there," to your record store cronies. This is Lollapalooza, and missing it would be like skipping a secret Sonic Youth reunion because you have to water your succulents. Priorities, people.
Clear your schedule and ready your senses, because HEADSEND is touching down at the Moroccan Lounge on July 31, 2026, and it's set to be a night of sonic alchemy. This isn't just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who crave music that’s as much felt as heard. With a sound that flirts at the intersection of post-punk grit and dream-pop haze, HEADSEND crafts an auditory experience that's both nostalgic and refreshingly new. Expect a setlist that whirls from shimmering riffs to brooding basslines, punctuated by vocals that seem to echo from another dimension. It's $15 at the doors, which is basically the price of a fancy latte, but will leave you way more caffeinated on life. Doors open at 6:30, but let's be real—you’ll want to be front and center to catch the first chord drop. Consider this your ticket to the kind of night your future self will brag about on a podcast. Don’t just hear about it, be about it.
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.
If your idea of Sunday best involves a haze of reverb and existential lyrics about that one time Mercury retrograde really did a number on your heart, clear your calendar for Sunday Mourners at Lottie's. This isn’t just another gig—it’s a sonic pilgrimage for anyone who claims a spot in the front row of the alt soundscape. Sunday Mourners, with their intoxicating blend of shoegaze and post-punk, channel the kind of raw energy that feels like a secret handshake among the disenchanted. Lottie's, the hallowed ground for the scene's most unfiltered talents, offers a cozy dive backdrop, perfect for lamenting love lost and finding solace in shared ennui. It's the kind of night that makes your Spotify Discover Weekly look like yesterday’s news. Miss it, and condemn yourself to a week of scrolling through Instagram stories wondering why you didn’t go.
LEFT ON TENTH / SPACE MONKEY MAFIA / ROLLED OATS
If your soul's been craving a sonic odyssey that'll make your Instagram stories the stuff of legend, consider this your golden ticket. Picture this: LEFT ON TENTH, those virtuosos of polished chaos, blending post-punk grit with synth-laden euphoria that somehow feels like a late-night drive through neon-kissed cityscapes. Sharing the bill? SPACE MONKEY MAFIA, whose ska-punk alchemy will have you pogo-ing harder than a caffeinated kangaroo, delivering riffs sharper than your vintage leather jacket. As if your night could get any more electric, ROLLED OATS steps in with their dreamy folk-pop anthems, the aural equivalent of a sun-dappled afternoon wrapped in flannel. This isn’t just a gig; it’s the seismic event your playlist didn’t know it needed. Go ahead, brag about being there. Everyone else will be.
Nile Rodgers & CHIC / Karl Denson's Tiny Universe
Alright, cool cats and vinyl junkies, put down that overpriced oat milk latte and listen up. Nile Rodgers & CHIC are about to bring a groove so deep it could swallow Bushwick whole. This isn't just a disco revival—this is the master, the maestro, the OG architect of the dance floor himself. And he's not coming alone; Karl Denson's Tiny Universe is tagging along to expand your musical cosmos with their cosmic funk. Think of it as the ultimate masterclass in rhythm and bliss, a crash course in sophisticated head-bopping. Rodgers isn’t just playing his hits—he’s conducting a cultural symphony with tracks that have shaped the very fabric of nightlife. From the iconic strut of "Le Freak" to the euphoric highs of "Get Lucky," every note is a nostalgic punch to the gut of anyone who claims to know a thing or two about the scene. Your ticket not only gets you into the groove temple but also opens the gates to the Fair, so you can soak up all the sights, sounds, and smells you can handle. Trust us, you don't want to be that person scrolling through Insta stories with a pit of regret sitting where your heart should be. Grab your glitter, dig out your dancing kicks, and get ready to feel the chicest kind of alive.
When your soul craves the raw, unpolished energy that only a killer psychobilly show can deliver, the universe answers. Enter: Nekromantix. These Danish devils are about to light up the stage with the kind of ferocious, coffin-shaped basslines and punk-fueled adrenaline that even your most aloof friend can't pretend to shrug off. Picture this: the air's thick with anticipation, a sea of leather jackets pulsating in unison, and Kim Nekroman leading the charge with his gravity-defying quiff and devil-may-care grin. If you've been collecting dust in your overpriced apartment, it's time to shake things up. Dive headfirst into a night where horror and rockabilly collide, and let the infectious chaos remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. Miss this, and you'll be haunted by FOMO until the next full moon.
Attention all you vinyl vanguards and playlist perfectionists: The Echo has conjured a night that'll make even your most obscure music obsessions feel mainstream. PBW is taking over with the enigmatic Joey Cash and the swoon-worthy Babe Dylan, two acts that will have you questioning how you ever survived on Spotify's algorithm alone. Joey Cash is set to dismantle your eardrums with his raw lyrical prowess and neo-folk swagger, while Babe Dylan—a moniker that whispers nostalgia and shouts innovation—will transport you with synth-laden dreams and poetic musings. This isn't just another night in Echo Park; it's the kind of gig that'll have your future self scoffing at your past self for almost missing it. So, do yourself a favor—put down that artisanal cold brew and get to The Echo. Your Live Journal will thank you.
When the psychedelic haze of Black Moth Super Rainbow rolls into The Belasco, the only place you want to be is deep in the throng, feeling those analog synth waves ripple through your very being. This isn't just another gig; it's an initiation into a surrealist world where the boundaries between dream and reality blur under neon lights. The venue may be standing room only, but once Tobacco's vocoder-spun incantations hit, you'll be glad you're on your feet—ready to sway, swoon, and lose yourself in the kaleidoscopic soundscapes. With a pre-show VIP lounge that's basically a time machine to an 8-bit fever dream, and an all-ages crowd that feels like a cross-generational summit of cool, missing this would be like skipping the afterparty of the apocalypse. Show up, tune in, and let Black Moth Super Rainbow redefine your idea of a live experience.
Get ready to dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool with Off the Hook and Sara Zano, the indie scene's best-kept secret that’s about to break your heart in all the right ways. Off the Hook layers jangly guitar riffs and dreamy vocals with an edge sharp enough to cut through the thickest Brooklyn fog. Meanwhile, Sara Zano is what happens when you blend synthpop with a touch of celestial magic—think if Grimes and Beach House had a lovechild raised on vintage vinyl. This is the kind of night where the air is thick with the scent of clove cigarettes and possibilities, where you're not just a spectator but part of a musical revolution. Lose yourself in the rhythms, find your soul in the melodies, and let your jaded heart thaw under the heat of pure, unfiltered indie bliss. Don't just read about it—be a part of the legend in the making.
Basement Collective, Mikey Harms, Larry Anthony
Prepare to dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool this Friday as Basement Collective, Mikey Harms, and Larry Anthony turn a nondescript warehouse into the epicenter of indie cool. Basement Collective is set to envelop you in a fusion of reverb-soaked melodies that feel like a long-lost My Bloody Valentine track unearthed from a dusty cassette at your favorite thrift store. Mikey Harms, the solo project of that enigmatic synth wizard who's always lurking on the fringes of your Instagram feed, promises to transport you with his ethereal soundscapes that shimmer like city lights through a rainy window. And then there's Larry Anthony, the folk-punk troubadour who plays acoustic guitar with the fervor of a kid who just discovered his dad's Clash records. This isn't just a gig—it's a rite of passage. If your soul needs a night out of the ordinary, this is the basement show that will have you ditching your Netflix queue and angling for the front row.
Cannibal Ox "The Cold Vein" 25 Year Anniversary
If your sonic diet needs a serious recalibration, step into the time machine and make your way to the 25th anniversary of Cannibal Ox's "The Cold Vein." This isn't just a nod to nostalgia; it's a full-throttle immersion into the gritty underbelly of indie hip-hop's golden age. The night kicks off with Voodoo Liòn from Alien ArtGang, setting the tone with a cosmic blend of beats that defy gravity and genre alike. Then, brace yourself as Vast Aire resurrects the raw, lyrical alchemy that made Cannibal Ox more than a name—it was a revelation. Joining this ear pilgrimage are Jouble H.B from Iron Galaxy Clik, Bicaso of the legendary Living Legends, and Kenyattah Black of Ear Tight, each ready to drop verses that hit like meteor showers. Doors open at 8pm, and with an all-ages invite, it's a communal rite of passage. Forget your endless scroll through the algorithm's mediocrity—this is the lifeline your playlists have been begging for. Get there, because if you miss it, consider your cultural cachet on life support.
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.
PhaseOne (Sounds of Mayhem Takeover) w/ Perry Wayne, Neotek, Kattana
Prepare to have your eardrums delightfully decimated as PhaseOne takes over with the Sounds of Mayhem, bringing along sonic sorcerers Perry Wayne, Neotek, and Kattana. This isn’t just any night out—it’s a pilgrimage for the audibly adventurous, a place where bass drops and synth wails collide in the most glorious cacophony. Imagine the sweat-soaked energy of a basement show, paired with the high-octane production of a secret rave your cool older cousin used to tell you about. The venue is cashless, but the experience is priceless. Just make sure you’re not snagging your golden ticket from some third-party reseller pitfall. Get your name on that TicketWeb stub, ready your government-issued ID, and prepare to transcend musical dimensions. Bottle service and VIP spots await those who dare to level up, but trust—you’ll be too busy losing yourself in the madness to care about anything other than the soundscape unfolding before you. This is where the indie scene’s edge meets a digital maelstrom, and trust us, the only thing you'll regret is not being there.
This Saturday, the cosmic collision of Boots and 2charm is set to light up the indie firmament at the under-the-radar haven, Velvet Underground. Boots, the post-punk alchemists of our generation, are poised to deliver a transcendent live set that twists and turns through gritty guitar riffs and whispered lyrical enigmas. Following them, 2charm—our city's best-kept secret—will flood the stage with their sultry synth-laden dreamscapes, a sonic cocktail apt for both heartbreak and hedonism. If you’re tired of sterile algorithms dictating your playlists, consider this your antidote: a night where raw artistry collides with raw energy, leaving behind the perfunctory and embracing the extraordinary. Grab your most obscure band tee and slide into the scene; this is where the next chapter of indie folklore begins.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow feat Villanelle
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.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring ADO
If your post-Lolla plans involve sulking in your overpriced Airbnb, think again. ADO is throwing down an aftershow at the iconic Aragon Ballroom that promises to be the sonic equivalent of finding a first press Velvet Underground LP at a garage sale. Prepare for a night where your feet never touch the ground—ADO's synth-laden soundscapes will have you floating in a haze of neon and nostalgia. Doors creak open at 9 PM, but the real magic strikes at 10, when ADO transforms the room into their own cosmic playground. Imagine the energy of an entire festival distilled into one pulsating ballroom, with a crowd that feels like a 'who’s who' of future musical legends. Don’t just hear about it later; be there, and let this aftershow be the story you brag about all year.
Asher White, Pop Music Fever Dream, Lex Walton
Clear your calendar, put on your coolest band tee, and prepare to have your ears blissfully assaulted. This isn’t just a gig, it’s a rite of passage into the pulsating heart of the indie underworld. Asher White is headlining, blending existential lyrics with riffs that hit like a caffeine overdose, perfectly soundtracking your ongoing quarter-life crisis. Then there’s Pop Music Fever Dream, the sonic equivalent of a neon-lit drive through a cityscape—expect synths that shimmer like your favorite Instagram filter. And let’s not forget Lex Walton, whose lo-fi melodies and raw lyricism are as intoxicating as the dive bar PBRs you’ll be sipping on. This lineup is the stuff of legend, the kind of night your friends will endlessly reference when they talk about “that one time.” Don’t be the one who reads about it later.
If you've been thirsting for the sonic equivalent of a thrifted leather jacket that somehow fits perfectly, Haute and Freddy are about to quench your dry spell. This duo is the lovechild of garage rock grit and synthpop shimmer, a marriage officiated by the ghosts of CBGB past. Their live set is a baptism-by-feedback, with Freddy's guitar work thrumming like a pulse you can’t ignore, while Haute’s vocals hover somewhere between a basement séance and a rooftop confession. Imagine a sonic road trip where you pick up Nancy Sinatra, leave her with The Strokes, and then crash Lana Del Rey's Malibu hideout. It's raw, it's real, and it's happening this Saturday night at the only venue that matters this week. If you're not there, what are you even doing?
Chezile - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
When the sun dips below the skyline and Lollapalooza’s main stage lights up the night, the real magic will be brewing in the intimate nooks of Garcia's. Enter Chezile, your next electro-pop obsession, turning their official Lolla Aftershow into the kind of late-night escapade that indie dreams are made of. With RYMAN warming up the crowd, expect a sonic blend of ethereal synths and gritty beats that will make your heart race faster than a limited-edition vinyl drop. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage. The General Admission Dance Pit is your playground, a swirling mass of bodies surrendering to sound. And while your ticket includes a buck for the Lollapalooza Arts Education Fund—giving a nod to the artsy community spirit you hold dear—it's the vibe that’s truly priceless. Forget refunds; this is the kind of night that leaves its mark. Plus, Garcia's accessibility options mean everyone can groove without missing a beat. So, slide into your coolest kicks, grab your tickets, and prepare for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as its aftershocks. FOMO? More like FOMO-FO-SHO.
Spacey Jane - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow (18+)
If your weekend plans don't yet include catching Spacey Jane at their official Lollapalooza Aftershow, it's time to recalibrate your social GPS. Picture this: the visceral energy of a Perth sunset crashing into the Chicago night, as these Aussie indie rockers turn up the volume and your serotonin levels. Fresh off the Lolla stage, Spacey Jane will be weaving their jangly guitar magic and introspective lyrics that echo like a late-night call to your best friend. Anthems that feel like a shared secret, delivered with the kind of raw, authentic charisma that Spotify streams can't quite capture. And let’s be real—if you're not here, are you even living? Skip the bathroom selfies and Insta-stories from your soba noodle bowl; this is the aftershow that will define your summer's indie cred. 18+ and ready to vibe? You know where you need to be.
Once the Lolla dust settles, the real magic kicks off at beabadoobee's Official Lolla Aftershow—a twilight serenade for those who truly know. Nestled in a venue where the echoes of shoegaze mingle with the whispers of tomorrow's indie anthems, this is where bea's dreamy guitar riffs and angelic vocals will make you question why you ever settled for mainstage mediocrity. And this isn't just any gig; it's an artistic communion. With $1 from every ticket fueling arts education in Chicago, you're not just witnessing history—you're shaping it. This is your chance to lose yourself in the sonic ether with a crowd that gets it, where the cool kids converge and new legends are born. So, don't just hear about it—be about it.
Summer's most anticipated musical pilgrimage, Lollapalooza, is about to split the sonic stratosphere, folks. Serving a kaleidoscopic smorgasbord of sound, this festival doesn't just push the envelope—it sets it ablaze and watches the embers flicker into a new dawn of aural exploration. Crammed like a vintage cassette tape with indie darlings, psychedelic soothsayers, and synth demigods, Lollapalooza promises a lineup you'd sell your limited edition, vinyl-only, Fugazi test pressings for. Expect a four-day fever dream, where the boundaries between dream pop, post-rock, and avant-garde electronica blur into a kaleidoscopic cacophony of cool. You'll lose yourself knee-deep in pulsating crowds, unearthing raw talent in the smallest tents and basking in the cosmic energy of the biggest stages. It's not just about catching the acts that make your heart thrum—it's about discovering the soundtracks to your future late-night drives, and the bands that will be the backdrop to your meandering thoughts. Lollapalooza is the concert equivalent of reaching the final boss level in your favorite video game and realizing you’ve got unlimited lives. You can't afford to miss this—if not for the eardrum-quivering tunes, for the anecdotes that’ll make you the most envied voice in your Substack threads.
Sigh, the legendary avant-garde metal maestros from Japan, are storming into LA at 1720, and trust me, you don’t want to be caught snoozing on this one. Imagine the sonic equivalent of a Miyazaki fever dream fused with the raw power of a Shinkansen bullet train—yeah, it’s like that. Their genre-defying alchemy will melt your face and expand your mind in ways only Sigh can manage. And with local heavyweights Dreadnought and Icon of Phobos setting the stage, this isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-on auditory pilgrimage. Think you're too cool for VIP? Think again. Picture yourself and five of your closest co-conspirators dropped into the lap of luxury with bottle service and cocktail magic at your fingertips. Plus, let’s be real—priority admission is basically a golden ticket to skip the mundane and dive straight into the extraordinary. The secret's out, and the FOMO is real. So, rally your crew, call that ride share, and prepare your senses for a night that promises to be talked about in hushed, reverent tones at all your future basement hangs.
When the clock strikes midnight, and the neon lights start to blur, there's only one place you want to find yourself—lost in the sonic wonderland that is Project 91 Presents Audien. This isn't just another sweaty night out; it's a transcendent escape into a kaleidoscope of beats spun by Audien, the maestro of euphoric synthscapes and pulse-quickening drops. Whether you're a seasoned raver or an indie kid dipping your toes into the electronic abyss, this set promises an unforgettable journey. Imagine a sound that's part cosmic daydream, part adrenaline-fueled dance floor catharsis, all swirling together in a wave of sound that washes away the mundane. It's the kind of night that reminds you why you traded sleep for music in the first place. Miss it, and you'll hear about it all year.
Cancel your plans, clear your schedule, and prepare to dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is Jade Street. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage to the heart of everything raw, real, and recklessly alive in the indie universe. When the clock strikes 7PM, the doors open to a realm where shoegaze kisses post-punk with the kind of fervor that would make your high-school mixtape blush. Trust us, this is the stuff of legend, the kind of night that will leave your ears ringing and your soul singing until sunrise. Valid ID in hand, step into a world where every note is a revelation and every moment is an electric shock of "I can't believe I'm here." Miss it, and you'll be longing for the Instagram Stories of those who didn't.
Death File Red, Cronos Compulsion, Carrion Feeder, Gonzo Violence
Prepare to dive headfirst into a sonic vortex this Friday as the underground forces of Death File Red, Cronos Compulsion, Carrion Feeder, and Gonzo Violence converge for a night of beautifully orchestrated chaos. Death File Red will tear open the void with their industrial goth anthems, perfect for those who've worn out their Sisters of Mercy vinyl. Cronos Compulsion emerges from the shadows, weaving post-punk paranoia with synth lines that feel like a lost Twin Peaks soundtrack. Carrion Feeder will drag you into their doom-laden shoegaze abyss, while Gonzo Violence caps off the night with their frenetic, no-holds-barred take on hardcore, challenging even the most unflappable misanthrope to start a mosh pit. This is more than a gig; it’s a rite of passage into a realm where every echo and distortion pedal threatens to reshape the very fabric of your being. Miss this, and you might as well hand over your cool card now.
Clear your calendars and break out your vintage Sonic Youth tees because Kim Gordon is about to school us all on the art of cool with her "Play Me Tour." This isn't just a gig; it's a masterclass in avant-garde artistry from the OG queen of noise. Expect a sonic journey that oscillates between gritty, guitar-laden crescendos and ethereal explorations that only Gordon can deliver. The venue's bound to transform into a sonic temple where every riff feels like a personal revelation. The only thing thicker than the distortion will be the palpable sense of '90s nostalgia mingling with the future of alt-rock. Miss this and you'll be left piecing together snippets from TikTok like a musical detective. Get there early, stay late, and let Kim Gordon redefine your perception of live music in the most mind-expanding way possible.
Heads up, scenesters: Los Aptos is about to blow the roof off your favorite unmarked venue. If your idea of a good time involves getting lost in a sea of flannel-clad humans while soaking up vibes that walk the tightrope between nostalgia and innovation, this is your gig. Doors creak open at 8PM, but the magic hits at 9PM sharp. We know the lineup's a mystery and the times are as fluid as last night's kombucha cocktail, but trust—whatever unfolds will be a sonic melting pot you can't afford to miss. Get ready to feel something real, all ages invited, no excuses.
Sink your fangs into the pulse of the night with THE LATEXXX TOUR as it casts its shadow over New York City. This isn't just a show; it's an exorcism of the mundane. Kyd Barrett, the enigmatic darkwave specter, is teaming up with K3YP4RTY, the duo who can turn any graveyard into a dance floor. With Nixon in China detonating industrial punk riffs like it's their last stand, this isn't just another gig—it's a call to the beautifully damned. Set your alarms for Saturday, August 1st, at Berlin NYC, because this is where your summer stories are born. Tickets are already hot, and if you snooze, you'll miss the kind of night that makes legends of late-night whispers. Grab your latex, call your coven, and get ready to lose yourself in the afterparty haze that promises to keep your heart thumping until the sun dares to rise.
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.
Forget everything you know about B2B sets because Mary Droppinz and Jon Casey are about to turn that concept inside out. Picture this: two sonic alchemists at the decks, weaving a tapestry of beats that will make your heart skip like your favorite lo-fi record. When these two maestros hit the stage, the boundary between performer and audience melts away in a euphoric blur of bass-heavy transcendence. It's not just a set; it's the kind of underground experience that will linger in whispered tones long after the night fades. And hey, this isn't a gig for those stuck in the past—leave your cash and preconceived notions at home because this venue is future-forward, cashless, and all about the vibe. Pro tip: snag those tickets via TicketWeb or TIXR, because the third-party hustle ain't your game here. This is the pulse of the indie scene—you'll want to be there when it beats.
Prepare to ascend to indie nirvana with Pegassi, the ethereal soundscapers who are about to turn your Friday night into a synth-infused fever dream of celestial proportions. Their sonic blend of shoegaze haze and cosmic beats has been the best-kept secret in the underground scene—until now. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone who's ever scoured Bandcamp at 3 a.m. for the next big thing. It's all going down at a venue so intimate, you'll feel like you're part of the band. But remember, this isn’t your average dive bar experience; it's 21+, and exclusivity is the name of the game. If you’re planning to roll in with your crew, lock in a VIP spot and elevate your night with some classy bottle service. Just remember, ignore those shady resellers—TicketWeb & TIXR are your only portals to this sonic odyssey. Bring your ID, bring your vibe, and prepare to be transported. Pegassi is the passport out of your ennui. Miss this, and you’re missing the indie event that’ll be whispered about in Brooklyn’s back alleys for months to come.
Whethen - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow (21+)
If your playlist is thirsting for a night of euphoric beats and genre-bending bangers, Whethen's official Lollapalooza aftershow is the sonic oasis your jaded soul craves. Nestled in the heart of the indie-electronic labyrinth, this set promises the kind of shimmering synth wizardry that turns your internal monologue into a neon-lit dance floor. Forget your ex’s Spotify recommendations; Whethen is crafting soundscapes that are the only antidote to your post-festival ennui. Expect untamed energy, unexpected drops, and a crowd that pulsates with the kind of authenticity algorithms can’t replicate. This is where your friends will be when they ghost your group chat, and the stories that come out of this night will make the ones you hear over brunch sound like elevator music. Don’t just scroll past; live the legend before it’s an Instagram memory you weren’t a part of.
When the sun dips below the Chicago skyline and Lollapalooza's mainstage echoes fade into the night, the real magic begins. Dive headfirst into the sonic underbelly of the festival with the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow, where the headliners shed their arena shine for a raw, visceral experience. Picture it: a dimly lit space filled with the unmistakable hum of anticipation, a crowd of in-the-know souls who've swapped sweat for sequins, ready to dance into the small hours. This isn’t just an afterparty; it’s a pilgrimage for those who crave the electric intimacy that only an off-the-record performance can deliver. With a lineup that reads like a secret fanfic collab between your favorite indie gods and avant-pop angels, expect impromptu jam sessions and surprise cameos that’ll leave your Insta stories practically begging for mercy. Miss this, and you might just regret it until the next vinyl drop.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring The Story So Far
If you're ready to ditch the Netflix binge and step into the heart of Chicago's sonic pulse, the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring The Story So Far is the event that demands your attention. As the clock strikes 10PM, the House of Blues becomes your playground, a standing-room-only sanctuary where the indie elite congregate. At 11PM sharp, The Story So Far takes the stage, promising a set that will reverberate through your very being with their angst-laden anthems and pop-punk prowess. This isn't just a gig—it's a rite of passage for the nocturnally-inclined. And let's not forget the altruistic cherry on top: a dollar from every ticket goes towards honing the craft of Chicago’s future symphonic rebels and poetic pioneers. Supporting the next gen of indie darlings and art disruptors never felt so satisfying. So, secure your spot, flash that valid ID, and prepare to be swept into a night where every riff, every lyric, feels like it was written just for you. Just don’t be the one stuck reading about it on your friend's feed tomorrow.
If your calendar somehow survived the indie apocalypse of 2023, pencil in Alison Wonderland's cosmic convergence at the hidden gem that is The Empty Bottle this Saturday. She's the high priestess of electronic alchemy, conjuring beats that make even the most jaded souls surrender to the dance floor. Imagine a sonic kaleidoscope where pulsating basslines meet ethereal vocals, all while the ghost of Coachella past whispers sweet nothings in your ear. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for anyone still chasing that first-rave magic. Don't be the one scrolling through regret-laden IG stories the next morning—come catch the vibe that every cryptic indie meme will be dissecting for weeks.
Official Lollapalooza Aftershow feat Los Retros
If you're looking to keep the Lollapalooza vibes rolling and dodge the post-festival comedown, the Official Lollapalooza Aftershow featuring Los Retros is your golden ticket. Picture this: you, swaying in an intimate venue where the walls sweat with the echoes of lo-fi dreams and psychedelic nostalgia. Los Retros, the prodigy channeling an otherworldly mix of Mac DeMarco's chill charm and Tame Impala's cosmic groove, will transform the space into a sonic sanctuary where time melts and the outside world fades away. This is where the real magic happens—off the beaten path and straight into the heart of the underground. So grab your coolest vintage tee, summon your inner music deity, and dive headfirst into the kind of night stories are made of. Miss this, and you'll hear the echoes of what-could-have-been all year long.
If your weekend plans were starting to look as stale as last year's avocado toast, consider this your last-minute rescue: ADELA is crashing into town like a lo-fi tidal wave you didn’t know you needed. With a sound that’s equal parts dreamy synth cascades and raw, unapologetic shoegaze, ADELA is the sonic lovechild of Beach House and Slowdive, with a dash of that garage grit only found in your favorite dive bar. They're taking over [Venue Name] this Saturday night, turning it into a kaleidoscope of echoing vocals and guitar fuzz that will reverberate through your soul. If you miss this, expect your group chat to be flooded with "You had to be there" texts by Sunday morning. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Frost Children - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
In the glitter-streaked aftermath of Lollapalooza's mainstage frenzy, where better to recalibrate your senses than with Frost Children's official aftershow? This isn't just a gig—it's a pilgrimage to the avant-pop altar of the future. Imagine stepping into a sonic kaleidoscope where every beat hits like a shot of espresso and synths shimmer like neon dreams. Frost Children are the sirens of the DIY underworld, luring you into a world where the mundane dissolves into technicolor. Think hyperpop's manic energy laced with a subversive wink—like if SOPHIE and Grimes had secret raves in an abandoned arcade. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through blurry Insta stories with a pang of regret sharp as a synth hook. Don't just hear the buzz, be the buzz.
New Constellations - Official Lollapalooza Aftershow
Picture this: You’ve just stumbled out of another mind-blowing day at Lollapalooza, and your energy is teetering between blissed-out and absolutely insatiable. What’s next on the agenda? An electrifying aftershow with New Constellations that's sure to keep your heart racing and your feet moving. This isn't just another gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage to the heart of indie cool, with Vinyl Palace cracking open the night, spinning psych-pop tapestries that'll make your soul vibrate. Nestled in the eclectic embrace of Garcia’s, this venue is more than just accommodating; it's a playground for the sonically adventurous, complete with a General Admission Dance Pit that beckons like a siren's call. And let’s not forget, every ticket fuels the Lollapalooza Arts Education Fund, making your night a little more righteous. It's an experience that promises to transform the ordinary into the extraordinary, and honestly, are you really going to scroll past and risk the FOMO?
This Friday night, the basement of your musical dreams is bubbling up with a post-emo explosion as Hot Mulligan takes the stage. They're the band that screams the existential angst of your quarter-life crisis with the kind of raw energy that makes your Spotify Wrapped jealous. Fresh off the release of their latest album that spins like a diary entry shouted through a megaphone, these Michigan misfits bring a live show that's as cathartic as shouting into the void with your best friends. Expect a sweaty symphony of sing-alongs and moshing that feels like a group therapy session set to the soundtrack of your 20s. If you're still chasing that SoundCloud high or just need a reason to whip out your thrifted flannel, missing this will be your biggest regret since you passed on that limited edition vinyl last Record Store Day. Grab a ticket, or forever hold your peace while the rest of us find ours amongst the riffs and revelry.
Prepare to recalibrate your musical compass, folks. Lollapalooza, the sonic juggernaut of the festival scene, is back in action. This isn't just some poser pop-up with a couple of one-hit wonders and a food truck. This is the real deal: multi-stage, multi-genre, mind-bending musical mayhem. You're looking at a lineup that reads like a who's who of the indie scene. Imagine standing shoulder to shoulder with the coolest cats in the city, as the latest shoegaze sensations blur into the bass-throbbing pulse of synthpop collectives, fresh off their DIY tours. It's like stumbling upon the world's best basement gig, but with a craft beer tent and way better bathrooms. The best part? You'll be able to say you were there. That you felt the ground shake with the bass, that you were part of the wave of bodies surging towards the stage. So, pack your festival gear and brace for a weekend of musical epiphanies. Lollapalooza is calling, and trust us, you don't want to be the one left on read.
Izzy Oram Brown, Núria Graham, D.A. Crimson
Clear your schedule and recharge your portable charger because this isn’t your average gig—it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. Izzy Oram Brown is set to spiral you into a dimension where guitar strings and heartstrings are indistinguishable, weaving a tapestry of sound that's as tender as it is transcendent. Joining the lineup is Núria Graham, the Catalan conjurer of intricate melodies and introspective lyrics, whose voice will haunt you in the most beautiful way possible, like a shoegaze specter whispering secrets in your ear. And just when you think the night's crescendo has peaked, D.A. Crimson will take the stage, unleashing a blitz of synth-driven anthems that could very well be the lovechild of a neon dream and your favorite 80s mixtape. This trifecta of talent is the stuff indie folklore is made of, and trust me, the only thing worse than missing it is pretending like you weren't there.
Death Cab for Cutie: I Built You A Tower World Tour
Dust off your Chucks and prepare to swoon because Death Cab for Cutie is back, and they’re about to take you on a feels trip that’ll make your heartache in the best way possible. The I Built You A Tower World Tour is a sonic pilgrimage for anyone who’s ever scribbled lyrics in the margins of a Moleskine while pondering the universe. Ben Gibbard and the gang are set to light up stages with a setlist that’s basically a mixtape of your best and worst indie heartbreaks—a flickering film reel of sonic nostalgia that packs the emotional punch of a late-night drive with no destination. Expect the classics, the deep cuts, and perhaps a few surprises that’ll make even the most cynical nod in solemn approval. You might think you’ve outgrown existential melancholy wrapped in jangly guitars and yearning vocals, but this tour promises to be the cathartic crescendo you didn’t know you needed. Miss it and risk being the only one not sobbing in a sea of blissful, bittersweet reverie.
Clear your calendars and get ready to feel something again because Anything Ever and Seamstress are about to transform your Valentine's Day into a sonic fever dream at 2/14. This isn't just a gig; it's an emotional exorcism. Anything Ever's brand of post-nostalgia punk is a visceral defibrillator for your soul, while Seamstress weaves ethereal dreamscapes that make you question every life choice (in the best way possible). The basement's going to be sweatier than a summer day at a Coney Island dive bar, but trust me, you'll love it. Doors swing open at 8 pm, but get there early for prime shoulder-to-shoulder real estate. It's $12 in advance or $15 at the door, but honestly, can you really put a price on feeling alive? Your future self will thank you.
If your weekend plans don't include the Hickoids and Royal Son of a Guns double-header, you might want to rethink your priorities. The Hickoids, those legendary cowpunk provocateurs, are descending upon the stage like a Texan tornado, bringing their rollicking blend of irreverent lyrics and raucous energy. Expect a night where outlaw country and punk rock have a whiskey-fueled love affair. Meanwhile, Royal Son of a Guns are the underdog heroes whose gritty, deep-fried Southern rock will have you stomping and shouting in glorious defiance of tomorrow's hangover. This is the kind of night that makes you grateful for earplugs and cheap beer—where the only thing louder than the music is the collective feeling of being in exactly the right place at the right time. Miss this, and you'll only have Instagram stories to keep you warm.
If you're tired of the same Spotify algorithm feeding you recycled indie tracks, consider this your siren call to dive into something a bit more...current. Lil Fish is about to electrify Amp Live with a sonic storm that blends lo-fi mystique with the kind of raw energy you thought only existed in the golden days of CBGB. This isn't just another gig—it's a baptism into a world where shoegaze guitars meet synthpop beats in a flurry of iridescent soundscapes. It's the sort of night where you'll reconnect with your sense of musical wonder and maybe even with that cool crush you met at Rough Trade last week. So, dust off your DMs, grab your most ironic band tee, and prepare for an audio baptism that’ll leave your heart thrumming into next week.
If you haven’t yet been baptized into the hauntingly ethereal world of Ethel Cain, consider this your altar call. This Southern Gothic siren is descending upon the indie scene like a spectral force, her voice weaving tales of faded Americana and raw, emotional landscapes that feel like they’ve been ripped from a dust-laden dream. Imagine Lana Del Rey and Florence Welch hosting a séance in a forgotten church, and you’re halfway there. Her live shows are an immersive experience, a pilgrimage of sound where gothic folk meets a cinematic expanse. With her ethereal presence and bone-chilling narratives, Ethel Cain transforms any space into a sanctified ground for the unflinchingly cool and the beautifully broken. Miss this, and you'll be left wandering the proverbial desert of FOMO, searching for a sound that doesn’t quite fill the void.
*SOLD OUT* Empty Bottle and c3 Present: Water From Your Eyes / Anthony Fremont's Garden Solutions - Lollapalooza Aftershow
If you’re not at the Empty Bottle this Saturday, are you even in Chicago? Post-Lolla, when the man-made chaos dies down, the real magic happens. Water From Your Eyes is about to drop-kick your senses with their glitchy, post-everything soundscapes that feel like a hug from your 2000s iPod. And if you’ve ever mused about anthologies of suburban ennui, Anthony Fremont’s Garden Solutions is the band you didn’t know you needed. Their sound is like finding a secret garden in the middle of a concrete jungle—unexpected and breathtaking. Doors swing open at 10PM, but the sonic pilgrimage begins at 11. This is where the true tastemakers will be, swapping mainstream madness for raw, uncut indie vibes. Miss this, and you’ll have nothing but regret to keep you warm at night.
If you're not already vibing on comehelpglo, consider this your wake-up call from the universe—or at least from your future self, who’s begging you to stop missing out. This LA-based collective is the sonic equivalent of finding an unreleased track by your favorite band on a limited-edition vinyl at that record store down the alley. Imagine shoegaze textures drenched in synthpop nostalgia, with a live show that feels like a lucid dream you won't want to wake up from. Catch them at The Echo, where the walls have absorbed more legendary sound waves than your Spotify Discover Weekly could ever hope to replicate. Follow @theechola and check theecho.com for the deets. Don't sleep on this one—your cool cred depends on it.
If your weekend plans are looking as uninspired as the last season of your favorite Netflix show, clear your schedule for a sonic revival at The Underground this Saturday night. Headlining the night are Crooked Diehl, the enigmatic indie darlings who are as much about sonic landscapes as they are about lyrical depths. Fresh off their latest EP that sounds like it was recorded in a dreamscape and mastered in a garage, they're ready to drench you in waves of their signature sound—think Radiohead if Thom Yorke went on a bender through New York's seediest dive bars. Opening the night, The Wonderlicks will take you on a whirlwind tour of synthpop nostalgia with a twist of future-shock brilliance, creating a space where the past and future collide in blissful harmony. And don't sleep on Lessa, the alt-pop siren spinning tales of love, loss, and late-night revelations with a voice that could cut through the densest Brooklyn fog. This night promises to be a kaleidoscope of feels and frequencies, the kind of gig that makes you fall back in love with live music. Bring your best dance moves and leave your ennui at the door—this is the sound of now, and you don’t want to miss the chance to say you heard it first.
If you're not already marking your calendar with a thick, red Sharpie for this one, you might want to check your cool kid credentials. On Friday night, the mythic trio of Gilah, Coolant, and Julian are set to transform that dingy warehouse on the outskirts of town into an indie utopia. Gilah's ethereal soundscapes weave like morning fog through neon dreams, while Coolant's post-punk energy crackles with the kind of raw intensity that makes you remember why you ditched mainstream radio in the first place. And let's not forget Julian, the mysterious enigma channeling Elliott Smith vibes with a bedroom pop twist—bet you didn't know existential dread could sound this good. Grab your most ironic thrift store tee, clutch that PBR, and prepare to have your mind musically melted. Miss it? Only if you're okay with being that person who hears about "the show of the year" secondhand.
Weegee | The Disappearing Act | Female Genius + Special Guests
This Friday, the stars align for an ethereal fusion of sound and spectacle that will make your Spotify Discover Weekly weep with envy. Head over to that neon-lit haven you pretend you discovered first, and catch Weegee, The Disappearing Act, and Female Genius as they conjure an auditory séance that will leave you questioning reality itself. Weegee's hauntingly familiar yet unsettlingly fresh soundscapes will have you spiraling into sonic bliss, while The Disappearing Act will pull your heartstrings and then vanish, leaving only goosebumps behind. And just when you think you’ve unraveled the mystery, Female Genius will redefine what it means to be avant-garde, with their poetic chaos weaving through your consciousness like a late-night thought spiral. Add some secretive special guests who might just be your next musical obsession, and you’ve got a night so essential that even the ghost of your FOMO will be front-row, center. Don’t just hear about it—be about it.
Brace yourselves, because Oliver Tree's Love You Madly, Hate You Badly World's First World Tour is about to dropkick your ennui straight into the stratosphere. This is not just a concert—it's a neon-tinted carnival of chaos where meme culture meets musical genius. With a sound that defies genres like a thrift-store Frankenstein, Oliver Tree is the pied piper of the misfits and the misunderstood, and he's inviting you to join his wild ride. Expect everything from surreal scooter stunts to anthems that oscillate between absurdity and raw emotion—all wrapped in the kind of eccentricity that makes TikTokers wild and music snobs nod in reluctant approval. Miss this, and you'll be the one scrolling through blurry Instagram stories, regretting you didn't witness the moment the world's quirkiest pop prophet turned your city into his personal playground.
PPLCTRL, The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black
Deep in the heart of the city where the neon lights flicker like fireflies, an unmissable sonic collision is brewing. Enter PPLCTRL, the buzz band that’s been tearing through the indie circuit like a caffeine-fueled fever dream. Their glitchy beats and irresistible hooks are set to collide with the legendary theatrics of The Voluptuous Horror of Karen Black—a duo that redefined what it means to be provocative. Think glam, think grit, think a live show that’s part art installation, part riotous celebration. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a sensory overload where avant-garde meets edgy nostalgia. Cancel your Netflix plans and dig out your sparkliest eyeliner—because this night promises to be the talk of the scene, the kind of evening that will have you reminiscing in whispers at the after-party. The cool kids are all in, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it secondhand.
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.
All presented by Thalia Hall & Riot Fest with Snodgrass + Stevensons and All My Senses
Get ready to transcend your usual Wednesday night monotony with a sonic pilgrimage to Thalia Hall, where the almighty trio of Snodgrass + Stevensons and All My Senses will transform the stage into an otherworldly soundscape. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-blown auditory revelation curated by the gods of Riot Fest themselves. Doors swing open at 6:00 PM, but trust us, you'll want to be there early to soak in the pre-show electricity. Come 7:00 PM, prepare to be baptized in sound as All ignites the night with a set that promises to vaporize any lingering mid-week ennui. Think of it as a crash course in why you fell in love with music in the first place. If you're not here, are you even living?
Glenn Strange | Jordan Dean | The Millers | Desk Job
Cancel your plans and kiss your ennui goodbye because this lineup is the indie fever dream you've been waiting for. Glenn Strange is set to haunt your auditory senses with their ghostly riffs and melancholic melodies that feel like staring into a rainy abyss—perfect for the existential crisis of your 20s. Jordan Dean follows with his razor-sharp lyricism and jangly guitar hooks, a sonic cocktail that lands somewhere between a Wes Anderson soundtrack and your best friend's basement gig. Then there are The Millers, the band your cool older cousin won't shut up about—their blend of post-punk and dream-pop will make you feel like you're floating through a Lynchian daydream. And just when you think you can't handle any more sonic perfection, Desk Job closes the night with their lo-fi synthpop beats, transforming the venue into an after-hours dance floor that feels like an inside joke only you and the universe understand. This is where music meets magic, and trust me, your playlist will thank you.
Meridian Brothers + Mexican Institute of Sound
If your soul craves sonic enlightenment, carve out a temporal niche in your Thursday night itinerary for the kaleidoscopic fusion of Meridian Brothers and Mexican Institute of Sound. Doors swing open at 8pm, teasing the promise of a 9pm auditory journey that defies genre and gravity—an 18+ only odyssey that's likely to leave your chakras vibrating. Hailing from Bogotá, Meridian Brothers are set to drench your senses in their signature psychedelic cumbia, a dizzying swirl of avant-garde rhythms that subvert everything your Spotify algorithm thinks you know. Meanwhile, Mexican Institute of Sound will be dropping beats that weave the past and future of Latin electronica with a deftness that feels like a DJ shadowboxing with history itself. Miss this, and risk being the only one not riding the wave of the next musical revolution.
Gelatinous Cube and the Ambiguous Wrecks, Phet Mak, the Ugly Lovers, L
Clear your Saturday night calendar for a lineup that's like a rare vinyl pressing of serotonin—Gelatinous Cube and the Ambiguous Wrecks are headlining, and they're bringing enough sonic ooze to drown your existential dread in a sea of synths and guitar fuzz. Phet Mak's genre-defying soundscapes will massage your cerebellum into a state of euphoric confusion, while the Ugly Lovers are ready to serenade your inner misfit with their grunge-laced anthems of angst and allure. And just when you think you can't handle any more auditory nirvana, L steps in, crafting beats so intricate they might just be the secret to temporal travel. This is the night you'll brag about to your future grandkids—if only to prove you were cool before they were. Don't sleep on this one; the inevitable TikTok clips won't capture the visceral magic of being there.
Bull Thieves, Knife Thrower, Innov Gnawa
Cancel your plans and call your most in-the-know crew, because Thursday night is about to set your Spotify algorithm ablaze. Dive into the auditory rabbit hole with Bull Thieves, the enigmatic outfit whose live sets feel like a late-night drive through a Lynchian dreamscape. Their latest EP is a love letter to feedback and fuzz pedals, and trust me, you'll want to be there when they turn the volume past eleven. Then there's Knife Thrower, the post-punk provocateurs whose jagged riffs and brooding beats will make you dance like nobody's watching—except they definitely are, and they're jealous of your moves. But the night doesn’t stop at distorted guitar bliss. Innov Gnawa will flip the script, bringing the hypnotic pulse of Moroccan gnawa music that will pull you into a trance faster than you can say "magic carpet ride." Doors swing open at 9 PM, and at $12 a pop—both in advance and at the door—this gig is practically a steal. If you’re still on the fence, just think of the Instagram stories you’ll miss. Don't sleep on this one, the coolest corner of the internet will be buzzing the next morning.
Get ready to leave your pretensions at the door and dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool that is WHITE PONY / MADAME GUN. This isn't just a gig—it's a visceral experience that'll make your heart pound faster than your last Tinder fling. WHITE PONY's ethereal shoegaze vibes will envelop you in a haze of distorted bliss, while MADAME GUN's razor-sharp synthpop hooks will have you dancing like it's the end of the world. It's a night where the walls of the venue will feel like they're breathing, pulsing with every beat, every lyric. This is the kind of show that legends are born from. Miss it, and you'll be the one they're talking about in hushed, reverent tones at the after-party. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Westhead, Nick Brower, Ashley Lahay, Quentin Cal
If you haven't yet been baptized by the sonic waves of Westhead, you're about to find out what it means to truly live. Fronted by the magnetic Nick Brower, whose voice sounds like it was forged in the belly of an amp, this band is the lovechild of raw garage rock and ethereal dream pop. Ashley Lahay's basslines wrap around you like a velvet choker—tight, irresistible, and just a bit dangerous—while Quentin Cal's drumming is the heartbeat you didn't know you needed, pulling you into a trance you won't want to shake off. Westhead is the kind of sonic alchemy that makes basement shows feel like headline moments. There’s a reason the walls sweat when they play, and it’s not just the summer heat. If you're still reminiscing about the last time a band made you feel alive, it's time to update your playlist—and your life—with Westhead. Miss this, and miss out on what your future self will be bragging about for years.
If your Spotify Discover Weekly has been feeling a little too predictable lately, it's time to slip into something darker with New Goth New York. This isn't your grandma's post-punk revival—think Joy Division thrown into a blender with a shot of adrenaline and a dash of existential dread. Their live sets are legendary for transforming even the most stoic, beanie-clad hipsters into a wave of frenetic energy. Expect an immersive audio-visual assault that blends brooding synths with searing guitar riffs, all while moody projections dance on the walls like ghosts at a rave. Missing this gig would be a sin worthy of Morrissey-level melodrama, so dust off your blackest eyeliner, and prepare to embrace the beautifully bleak. It's more than a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the disenchanted.
Picture this: Iceage, those Danish provocateurs of post-punk chaos, are set to detonate their darkly poetic dynamite inside a Masonic Lodge that’s a relic of the '30s—a space so atmospheric, it’s practically begging for a séance. This isn’t just another gig; it’s a sonic pilgrimage. Forget elevators—ascend the stairs like you’re scaling towards enlightenment, or at least the best damn show of your life. Set your alarms for the artist presale on 5.14 at 9 AM (sharp!) or roll the dice with the general onsale on 5.15. Just remember—no more than four tickets per indie oracle, a decree that’ll quell any dreams of resale riches. Secure your passage, snag your onsite parking, and prepare to be consumed by the raw, unfiltered energy that only Iceage can summon. Miss this, and you might as well spend your summer in cultural purgatory.
Bug Hunter + the Narcissist Cookbook W/ Jam Mechanics
Dive headfirst into an auditory kaleidoscope as Bug Hunter and the Narcissist Cookbook team up for a night that's bound to be the antidote to your scrolling-induced ennui. With wry lyricism and melodies that feel like a hug from your coolest friend, Bug Hunter's tunes are the sonic equivalent of discovering a new favorite book in a dusty thrift shop. Meanwhile, the Narcissist Cookbook will have you pondering existentialism while swaying to beats that could resurrect Oscar Wilde himself. Opening the night, Jam Mechanics promises to jump-start your soul with a fusion of funk and whimsy that feels like a joyride in a DeLorean. This is where your playlists come to life—don't be the one hearing about it secondhand.
Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards - The Side Effects Tour
Clear your calendar and prep your eardrums, because Johnny Manchild & The Poor Bastards are rolling into town with The Side Effects Tour, ready to administer that sonic fix you've been craving. Picture this: a night where theatrical indie rock collides with jazz-infused anthems that could wake the dead, or at least your sense of musical adventure. They're bringing along Friend of a Friend, those indie darlings with melodies as infectious as their name implies, and Karma and The Killjoys, who are practically the embodiment of the irrepressible DIY spirit with their raw, electrifying sets. The night promises to be a kaleidoscope of sound and emotion, the kind of gig that future you will annoyingly reference as "you just had to be there." So, grab your advance ticket for a mere $15, or risk the dreaded door price of $18, and prepare to have your cool cred certified. Doors swing wide at 9pm—be there, or surrender to a serious case of FOMO.
If your soul’s been yearning for a sonic journey that transcends the same-old, mark your calendar for Wunderhorse. This enigmatic outfit is the lovechild of a gritty garage rock affair and an ethereal dreamscape, simmering with enough angst and allure to make even your coolest friend’s mixtape sound passé. Their live set promises to be a baptism by reverb, where each riff and beat feels like a revelation delivered straight from the indie rock pantheon. Rumor has it, they’ve got a few tricks up their sleeves that will make your regular playlist feel like an old sweater. Don’t sleep on this—Wunderhorse is the show your future self will brag about attending.
This Saturday, escape the mundane and dive into the ethereal soundscapes of Yotto, the Finnish maestro who's been making waves in the underground electronic scene like a pebble in a glassy lake. Known for his ability to blend haunting melodies with pulsating beats, Yotto’s set promises a transcendental experience that’s part sonic journey, part dance floor revelation. Picture this: a dimly lit venue packed with the who's-who of the glitterati, where craft beers meet cosmic synths and strangers become best friends under the flickering neon glow. If your weekend plans don't include losing yourself in a euphoric haze, soundtracked by Yotto’s hypnotic grooves, then honestly—what are you even doing? Don't let this be the gig that got away.
The Dear Hunter - The Road to Sunya Tour 2026
Prepare to have your existential angst lovingly cradled and then set ablaze by The Dear Hunter’s “The Road to Sunya Tour 2026.” This isn’t your average Thursday night at the House of Blues Chicago; it’s a kaleidoscope of sonic storytelling that will make your soul feel like it’s just scored a front-row seat at the indie rock opera of the year. Doors swing open at 6:30 PM, with the alchemy beginning at 7:30 PM sharp, and trust me, this is not the night to arrive fashionably late. Casey Crescenzo and his merry band of prog-rock virtuosos are set to transform the standing room only venue into an arena of ethereal soundscapes, weaving together intricate narratives that pulse with raw energy and emotional depth. Think Radiohead meets Sufjan Stevens at a psychedelic tea party, where the only rule is total immersion. For those who believe their ID is just as much an accessory as their thrifted band tees, remember that this 17+ affair requires proof of age—so don’t leave that non-expired Driver’s License, State ID, or Passport behind. This gig promises to be a labyrinth of sound and light you’ll wish you could get lost in forever. Consider upgrading your experience if you’re ready to transcend beyond mere mortal enjoyment. Skip it, and prepare to cringe at the thought of explaining to your friends why you missed the show that will be on everyone’s lips come Friday morning.
If your summer playlist needs a jolt of electric melancholy, mark August 7th on your calendar and prepare to dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool that is margø at The Moroccan Lounge. This isn't just a gig—it's a rite of passage into the heart of the indie underbelly. margø, who somehow channels the spiritual angst of early 2000s garage rock through a kaleidoscope of synth-driven dreams, is set to transform the stage into a cathedral of sound. With a voice that could stop time and synth lines that feel like a stolen glance from across the room, she's the siren song you didn't know you were missing. And let's not forget the "Special Guest," a cryptic billing that has us buzzing with speculation. Could it be the elusive bedroom pop wunderkind who dropped a single track on Bandcamp and vanished? Or maybe a crossover collab with an icon from the shoegaze scene? The only certainty is that missing this night would be a cardinal sin against the musical gods. $15 to melt into a sea of soundscapes and become part of the indie lore? You'd be a fool not to. Doors at 6:30. Be there or be eternally uncool.
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.
Huntington Bank Pavilion at Northerly Island
Savage Hands + of Virtue with Kingdom Collapse and Sorry X
Clear your calendar and lace up your doc martens because the indie cosmos have aligned for a night of sonic transcendence. Savage Hands and Of Virtue are headlining a lineup that’ll make your heart race faster than the Brooklyn L train during rush hour. Savage Hands, fresh off their latest release that's like a shot of espresso for your soul, will have you thrashing in existential ecstasy. Meanwhile, Of Virtue will serve up their signature blend of melodic metalcore, the kind that feels like a sweet, sweet punch in the gut. But hold your vintage band tees, because Kingdom Collapse is set to deliver anthems so powerful you'll think you've been transported to a post-apocalyptic dance floor. Opening the night with an electrifying jolt, Sorry X will channel the raw emotion of a late-night dive bar confession, setting the tone for this unforgettable pilgrimage into the heart of true indie grit. It's all going down in the kind of intimate venue where the walls sweat along with the crowd, promising an out-of-body experience that'll make your past life choices seem like the prologue to this very moment. Don't just read about it on your friend's Instagram the next day; be there and live the legend.
This Saturday night, dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool crafted by Rumari, prat., the enigmatic duo that's been setting the underground ablaze with their genre-defying soundscapes. Think the surreal atmospherics of Cocteau Twins merging with the raw, visceral energy of early Animal Collective—it's music that feels like a fever dream you never want to wake from. With doors creaking open at 9pm sharp, the stage is set at the city's best-kept secret venue. Snag your ticket now for a mere $15 in advance, because paying $25 at the door while queuing under the flickering streetlights of anticipation might just be the price of your new obsession. Miss it, and risk hearing only whispers of the night that redefined cool.
Slip on your coolest kicks and prepare to time-travel through sound as Com Truise catapults 1720 into a neon-drenched dreamscape on August 7, 2026. This isn't your run-of-the-mill club night—it's a sonic pilgrimage for synthwave disciples craving those retro-futuristic beats that make your heart race and your feet move. Think Blade Runner meets Miami Vice, all delivered with a thumping bassline that could resurrect a dance floor from the dead. Doors creak open at 9:00 PM, but those in the know will be vibing early, ready to lose themselves in the electric haze. With VIP tables offering the kind of bottle service that feels more like a scene from a music video than real life, it's where the lines between fan and fantasy blur. This is your one-night invitation to a multisensory journey through space and time. Just make sure your rideshare app is updated, because when you finally emerge from the synth fog, you'll need a lift back to reality.
An Evening with MANSA - Featuring: NAMESAKE ACEDSPADE + Special Guests
Clear your calendar and dust off your vintage leather jacket because An Evening with MANSA is about to make your Thursday night unforgettable. As the headlining act, MANSA promises a sonic journey that’s bound to leave reverberations echoing down the alleys of your mind, celebrating their new EP, Love Amongst Other Things. This isn’t just a concert—it's an auditory pilgrimage. Joining them is NAMESAKE ACEDSPADE, the enigmatic duo who've mastered the alchemy of turning existential dread into dance-floor gold. And let’s not forget the special guests; rumor has it they're not just special, they're legendary. This is the show your cooler-than-thou group chat will be dissecting for weeks, so grab your tickets, assemble your crew, and prepare to immerse yourself in a night where love, and other things, pulse through every chord. Miss it, and risk spending eternity in FOMO purgatory.
Clear your schedules and recalibrate your cool meters, because on August 7, 2026, the sonic lovechild of raw grit and ethereal charm is hitting the Moroccan Lounge stage. JOHN, those purveyors of post-punk alchemy who’ve managed to say more with two names than most can with four, are teaming up with French Perfume, a band whose dream-pop haze feels like diving headfirst into a velvet painting that’s been blessed by Brian Eno. Whether you're a die-hard fan of basement beats or just someone who claims to be, missing this show might just be your biggest regret since that time you passed on a limited edition pressing of "Loveless." Doors creak open at 9:30 PM, and with tickets at $12 in advance or $15 at the door, your wallet will thank you for the cultural enrichment. It’s 21+ because, let’s face it, some experiences are meant to be savored with a side of existential dread and a well-crafted cocktail.
Heads up, fellow vibe-chasers: if you're not already planning to catch Getter's electrifying set this weekend, what are you even doing? Picture this—an intimate, high-voltage sonic experience that promises to shake you out of your existential ennui. Whether you’re a basement-dwelling shoegaze enthusiast or a synthpop savant, Getter's blend of bass-heavy beats and genre-bending brilliance is your ticket to transcendence. The venue's gone cashless, so leave your bills behind and come ready to be cashless and wowed. This is no DIY dive—think VIP sections and bottle service, if that’s your jam. But remember, no shady ticket hustlers allowed; keep it legit through TicketWeb or TIXR. Grab your crew, dust off your best gig attire, and make sure your ID is as ready as your ears. Miss this one, and you might as well be stuck in a loop of last year's SoundCloud playlists. Get in, get on, or get FOMO.
CircuitMOM And CircuitSUN: 2DAY Queendom/Take Flight
Chicago's House of Blues is about to throw open its doors to a seismic night of beats and bravado with GKL & CircuitMOM's sonic spectacular. Imagine Alex Acosta and Dani Toro conjuring an electric storm of house grooves so infectious it'll make your carefully crafted playlists feel like elevator music. Just when you think you’ve caught your breath, Doggpound will unleash a bassline apocalypse that's bound to rattle the most cynical soul out of their existential ennui. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for the sonically savvy, where the beats are hot, the crowd is hotter, and the only FOMO is not showing up. Grab your tickets, your coolest friends, and maybe a pair of earplugs—because let’s be real, you’re going to want to remember this one.
Get ready to duck and roll as Foo Fighters are set to detonate their epic TAKE COVER TOUR 2026. This isn't just your typical nostalgic stroll down the alt-rock memory lane. No, the ever-evolving Foo Fighters are re-engineering their brawny anthems into an explosive set that promises to be more than just a sonic boom. Dave Grohl and Co. have always thrived on the unexpected, from their impromptu pop-up gigs to legendary drum battles. And let's not forget their infectious ability to wrap searing rock and roll around a pulsating, heart-on-sleeve emotional core, all while making it seem as breezy as a Cobain smirk. So, expect nothing less than a tour de force that shatters the comfort zone, leaving you picking pieces of your blown mind from the depths of your soul. Brace yourself—the Foo is about to hit the fan. And for those still clinging onto their ill-conceived notion of cool—don't say we didn't warn you.
If you haven't heard of Ragie Ban yet, consider this your official wake-up call. This enigmatic quartet is about to crash through your Spotify algorithm and into your must-see list with their intoxicating blend of post-punk grit and dream-pop haze. Picture this: a basement somewhere in the forgotten parts of Williamsburg, walls sweating from the collective energy of a crowd that's too cool to care. Ragie Ban's frontwoman, with her ethereal voice that somehow cuts like a knife, leads the charge through a set that's more an experience than a performance. Their sound is a kaleidoscope of influences, from the raw emotion of early Sonic Youth to the shimmering echoes of Cocteau Twins. So, cancel your Friday plans, because missing Ragie Ban is the kind of mistake your future self will haunt you for. Trust me, no one's too jaded for this.
Cancel your plans and prepare to lose yourself in the sonic kaleidoscope that is Driveways, taking over Teragram Ballroom on August 8. This isn't just a gig; it's a baptism by sound, a rite of passage into the next wave of emo-pop-punk you didn't know you needed. Driveways, known for their cathartic lyricism and anthemic hooks, are poised to deliver a set that feels like a late-night drive with the windows down and your heart on fire. But wait, there's more. Like Roses will be gracing the stage with their lush, bittersweet melodies—a perfect match for anyone who thinks music should make you feel something, anything. And kicking things off are Action/Adventure, bringing their high-voltage energy and a sound that feels like your favorite summer mixtape exploded into life. For just $22 in advance ($25 if you're fashionably late to planning), you get access to this all-ages aural feast. Doors at 7pm—don't be the one who reads about it later. Be there, front and center, where the magic happens.
Dive deep into the heart of LA’s sonic underbelly this weekend at The Echo, where Strange Case will unravel your senses with their moody, atmospheric allure, crafting soundscapes that linger longer than your latest existential crisis. They're sharing the stage with Windows, whose ethereal synths and enigmatic presence make them the kind of band that could soundtrack your most vivid dreams—or nightmares. Opening the night is Eighth Ball, whose frenetic energy and post-punk riffs might just jolt you out of your mid-week ennui. The Echo is promising a night where the walls might just melt and your Instagram feed will pale in comparison. So, dust off your most ironic band tee and grab your coolest mate—this is the kind of gig that myths are made of.
Ten02 | Wicked | Under High Street | Sample Size
Get ready to lose your weekend plans to the ultimate sonic pilgrimage. Ten02 isn't just a band; they're an experience. Picture yourself in a dimly lit dive where the sweat on the walls is its own kind of mural, as they carve their way through your psyche with riffs that flirt between nostalgic grunge and future-forward post-rock. Wicked will be there to cast their spell, swirling their alt-pop incantations like it's a moonlit ritual on a secret rooftop. Then dive underground with Under High Street, whose lo-fi anthems feel like a mixtape love letter left in your best friend's car. Sample Size rounds out the night, a genre-defying collective that mashes up synthpop, punk, and a sprinkle of jazz, proving that rules are just suggestions. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage. Miss it, and you might miss who you were meant to be.
CircuitMOM And CircuitSUN Present: Queendom
Dive headfirst into the electric swell of emotion and ethereal beats as Nurko and JVNA take the stage for a night that promises to pull even the most listless soul into its orbit. This isn't just a show—it's a sonic pilgrimage where haunting melodies meet basslines that throb like heartbeats in a lovesick chest. Forget standing still; this is where indie meets the dance floor, where synths shimmer like city lights through a rain-streaked window. Picture losing yourself amidst a sea of kindred spirits, all swaying to the kind of music that feels like it's being played just for you. And with VIP sections that make you feel like you've just stepped into the pages of a glossy zine, there's no better place to unleash your inner cool. Just remember: the only way in is through TicketWeb or TIXR—leave the third-party posers at the door. This is where FOMO turns into memories that'll make your friends wish they'd been there.
Hold onto your vintage band tees and grab your most ironic tote—Totally Tubular Festival is crashing into town like a 3 a.m. subway ride through the heart of the underground. Imagine an alternate universe where the ghosts of CBGB and Studio 54 throw a party and you're the guest of honor. This sonic odyssey is headlined by the latest darlings of the indie scene, with names you'll be dropping for cred before your friends have even heard their first demo on Bandcamp. Expect synth anthems that shimmer like a mirrorball in a basement club and gritty guitar riffs that hit harder than your third cold brew of the day. Whether you're vibing in the mosh or swaying under the neon, this is the festival that’ll make your Instagram story look less like a highlight reel and more like a cultural manifesto. Miss it and risk living vicariously through your cooler friends' stories for the rest of the season.
Prepare to redefine your Thursday night plans because WILLIS and Boyscott are about to blow the doors off your indie music expectations. Hailing from the land of Southern grooves and drenched in feel-good funk, WILLIS promises a live set that's as infectious as a meme-worthy TikTok but with way more staying power. Their sound is a sun-soaked joyride through the best of retro and modern indie vibes, perfect for that sweet spot between nostalgia and now. But don't sleep on Boyscott, the lofi-pop savants whose jangly guitars and dreamy vocals craft the kind of sonic landscapes that could soundtrack your coolest daydreams. They're the type of band your vinyl collection wishes it had discovered first. This double bill is the musical equivalent of thrift store gold—unexpected, electrifying, and a secret you’ll want to keep until everyone’s asking how you got so damn cool. Grab your crew, dust off your dancing shoes, and prepare to be sonically baptized in indie bliss.
CircuitMOM And CircuitSUN Present: Take Flight
If your calendar's looking as empty as a post-gentrified dive bar, it's time to shake things up with a sonic jolt from King Falcon, the band that's been weaving magic and mayhem into the auditory tapestry of the indie scene. They're teaming up with Cinema Stereo, a pairing that's basically the musical equivalent of peanut butter and existential dread. Imagine a night where gritty guitar riffs meet ethereal synths under the soft glow of those Edison bulbs that always make you look good on Instagram. It's all going down at a venue so intimate, you'll feel like you're crowd-surfing in your own living room. Cultured souls 16 and up (and those cool enough to bring their parents) can catch the vibe for a cool $12 in advance, or channel their inner rock star with a last-minute $15 ticket on the day. Doors swing open at 6pm sharp, so toss on your most disaffected band tee and get ready to lose yourself in a night where the music is loud, the crowd is electric, and being seen is half the fun. Miss this, and you'll be stuck hearing about it for months, so grab those tickets and prepare for the kind of night that makes legends out of late-night urban myths.
Get ready to resurrect your belief in the power of live music, because this Saturday, the sacred underbelly of our indie universe is hosting a trifecta so potent, it’s practically cosmic. Still Rings, those purveyors of dream-laden shoegaze that feel like a lucid dream on a rainy day, are headlining a lineup that could make even the most jaded scenester crack a smile beneath their vintage band tee. Me At Night brings their moody, synth-saturated soundscapes that feel like wandering through a neon-splashed noir film. Then there's Olive Bernard, who’s redefining bedroom pop with ethereal vocals that glide over lo-fi beats like a silk scarf in the breeze. It’s the kind of night that’ll have you texting your group chat in all caps, and trust me, you won't want to be the "I’ll catch them next time" guy. This is the gig that flips FOMO into an art form.
OLIVER TREE - LOVE YOU MADLY, HATE YOU BADLY WORLD'S FIRST WORLD TOUR
Get ready to recalibrate your sonic expectations because Modest Mouse is about to obliterate any notions of mediocrity you might still be harboring. Fresh off a whirlwind tour with the Pixies and Cat Power—name a more iconic trio, we'll wait—Modest Mouse is swinging back with a live set that's as unpredictably electric as a thunderstorm on an acid trip. With their latest opus, The Golden Casket, Isaac Brock and co. delve into the deepest recesses of existential angst and digital decay, all while delivering hooks that’ll haunt you longer than that last dream you can't quite remember. Expect an evening where each track mutates on stage, puncturing the veil between hope and despair, leaving you questioning your own psychic landscape. And let’s not forget Califone, the avant-folk alchemists who weave magic out of auditory shadows, setting the perfect prelude for the night. Catch them in their natural habitat before you’re left reading about it on your friend’s Instagram story—this is the show your future self will regret missing.
Hold onto your thrifted berets and lace-up boots because this Saturday night promises to be a sonic pilgrimage. Stolen Goods are headlining with their genre-bending fusion of post-punk and art-rock, a combo that feels like Joy Division and Talking Heads had a love child raised on Zoloft and zines. Bridj Williams is dropping in with their ethereal indie-pop vibes that hit harder than an unexpected Tame Impala B-side, while Boomwagon is set to ignite the night with explosive garage rock energy that even Jack White wishes he’d penned. It's all going down in the grittiest, most graffiti-adorned corner of the city, where the walls sweat history and the PBR flows like nectar. Miss it, and risk being the only one not recounting stories of epic crowd surfs and ear-tingling riffs come Monday.
Quicksand & Bane are about to melt your face off at The Bellwether, and trust me, this is the kind of sonic therapy you didn't know you desperately needed. As Walter Schreifels and the boys reignite post-hardcore flames with their relentless energy, you'll wish you were in the eye of the storm. And for those who crave exclusivity and a killer vantage point, the Looking Glass Lounge awaits. Picture this: you're sipping on craft cocktails with a panoramic stage view, your own entrance, and a grazing table worth more than your last trip to Trader Joe's. The Bellwether's cashless, so bring that sleek, minimalist card wallet of yours. This isn't just a gig; it's an escape from the mundane into a night where legends play, and you become the story.
Dive into the sonic wonderland where gritty basement energy meets kaleidoscopic synth vibes as Yes Ma'am and Lightnin' Luke take the stage. Yes Ma'am, the genre-bending sorcerers, will serve up their signature cocktail of dreamy shoegaze and post-punk grit, making it feel like you're wading through a sonic daydream you never want to wake from. Then there's Lightnin' Luke, the synthpop wizard whose beats bounce like cosmic pinballs, shooting through your veins with electric nostalgia and futuristic flair. This is the night that tomorrow's indie legends will be talking about, and trust me, your future self will thank you for showing up. Sip your turmeric latte, slide on your most ironic band tee, and prepare to have your eardrums blissfully baptized by the sounds that the next generation will wish they could have witnessed firsthand. If you're not there, are you even anywhere?
Sound And Fury Presents: Cold World is the sonic baptism you didn't know you needed. Imagine stepping into a secret warehouse where the walls pulse with the raw energy of a thousand basement shows, and every obscure music theory class you've taken suddenly makes sense. Cold World is the latest brainchild of those sound alchemists who turn angst into anthems, fusing post-punk grit with a shoegaze shimmer that hits like a shot of espresso to your soul. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage into the deepest recesses of the indie underworld where every chord change feels like a revelation. The crowd? A perfectly curated mix of flannel-clad philosophers and vinyl vestal virgins, ready to lose themselves in a haze of distorted dreams. Miss this, and you'll be left hearing echoes of what could have been, while everyone else gets baptized in Cold World's electric rapture.
Lilac Lament w/ Morbid Circle, Hypnagogia, Rocco Desgres
Clear your calendar and dust off those Doc Martens because this Friday is about to be legendary. Lilac Lament, the dream-pop darlings we've all been whispering about, are gracing the stage with their ethereal soundscapes and lyrics that hit harder than your last existential crisis. Joining them is Morbid Circle, the post-punk revivalists with a penchant for haunting hooks and basslines that could resurrect Ian Curtis himself. Hypnagogia will be there to melt minds with their psychedelic synth waves that feel like a lucid dream you never want to end. And let's not forget Rocco Desgres, the indie-folk troubadour who strums with the soul of a thousand basement gigs. This lineup is a sonic tapestry you won't want to miss, promising a night that blurs the lines between reality and the bedroom recordings you've been looping on Bandcamp. Show up, lose yourself, and find your new favorite obsession.
KAYA, Japan's avant-garde virtuoso, is about to unleash a sonic storm on 1720, and it’s the kind of night that Instagram legends are made of. Think Bowie meets Tim Burton in a Tokyo alleyway—this is visual kei at its most electrifying. Kaya’s gothic dark-wave spectacle is a rare gem for LA, dripping with theatrical flair and vocals that cut through the haze like a katana. Arrive early; you'll want to snag a spot close to the action because FOMO is a cruel beast. And for those who want to roll like the indie elite, VIP tables offer a booze-soaked oasis amidst the crowd. Just remember, this isn’t Coachella—leave the flower crowns at home and bring your boldest eyeliner game. Miss this, and you’ll be scrolling through stories wishing you’d been there to witness the glam chaos.
Tropical Showcase with Colette, Ben Annand, DJ Day, & Bird Lady
If your weekend plans still involve scrolling through TikTok sound bites, it's time for an intervention. The Tropical Showcase is blowing through like a heatwave in the dead of winter, and trust me, this is where you need to be. Picture Colette spinning sultry beats that melt your stress faster than a popsicle on a July day, while Ben Annand takes you on a deep house journey that feels like a secret Diplo set in a jungle rave. DJ Day is set to drop grooves so infectious they'll stick in your head longer than your current earworm, and Bird Lady's ethereal vibes will leave you Googling how to join a synthpop collective by Monday. This isn't just a show; it's an experience—a chance to rub shoulders with a crowd that knows their indie cred like they know the lyrics to the latest Phoebe Bridgers' tear-jerker. So, dig out your most ironic band tee, grab your coolest friends, and prepare for a night where the music doesn't just play, it transports. Miss it, and you'll be stuck living vicariously through the Instagram stories of everyone cooler than you.
Brace yourselves, indie aficionados and sonic spelunkers, because XKYLAR is about to detonate onto the stage at the Moroccan Lounge like a celestial supernova. On August 14, 2026, this enigmatic collective, known for weaving synths into a tapestry of post-apocalyptic euphoria, invites you to traverse a universe where shoegaze dreams meet cosmic synthpop revelations. Picture this: a kaleidoscopic journey through soundscapes that shimmer like a neon mirage, with beats so infectious they'll have you questioning if gravity's even real. XKYLAR's live sets are legendary—a mesmerizing maelstrom that seduces the senses and resonates deep in your indie heart. Secure your spot, and prepare to have your musical universe expanded beyond recognition. Doors at 9:30pm, tickets are a steal at $20 adv/$25 day-of. Miss this, and risk living in the shadow of regret while your friends recount the transcendent experience you could have had. 18+ only; it’s time to adult and indulge.
Habstrakt is about to turn your Friday night into a seismic shift on the dancefloor, where basslines are the only language and you don’t need a translator—just a willingness to lose yourself in the rhythm. This isn't just another night out; it's an initiation into a sonic cult where the only entry fee is your inhibitions. Imagine a place where shadows pulse in time with the trap-infused beats and the air hums with an electric anticipation that crackles like static. Leave your pretense at the door and step into a world where the beats are heavy, the crowd is your tribe, and every drop feels like a shared secret. Trust us, your Instagram can wait. Just remember, the only way in is through TicketWeb or TIXR—so don’t get caught out in the cold with a bogus StubHub ticket. This is the kind of night you’ll be talking about in whispers over brunch, because some experiences are too good to spoil.
Prepare to have your senses baptized by the sonic sermon of BL3SS, the band turning suburban ennui into an electric liturgy. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for those who’ve outgrown their Spotify Discover Weekly. Nestled in the heart of Outset, the space where even the walls have stories cooler than your last Tinder date, this show is strictly 18+—so leave your fake ID at home, and bring your soul instead. Standing room only means you’re free to sway, stomp, or levitate to their synth-laden hymns. But don't even think about stepping out for a smoke; re-entry is a myth here, just like your old high school band. Six ticket max, so rally your crew now—unless, of course, you’re too cool for that, in which case, enjoy your FOMO from the sidelines.
Prepare to slip into a shadowy soundscape as ZHU descends upon the city like a sonic specter. This enigmatic maestro of moody electronica is set to transform your average night into an immersive odyssey of pulsating beats and ethereal vocals. Picture yourself swaying in the dim glow of neon lights, lost in the hypnotic rhythm that only ZHU can conjure—think of it as a sonic baptism, cleansing your soul of mainstream monotony. With a setlist that's bound to blur the lines between reality and aural dreams, missing this gig isn't just FOMO—it's a straight-up existential crisis for anyone with a pulse. Grab your tickets, embrace the mystery, and prepare to be swept away into the kind of night that legends are born from.
Clear your schedule and dust off your coolest vintage band tee, because Franklin Jonas & The Byzantines are about to shake up your existential ennui with a sound that's as electric as a neon sign in a rainstorm. Picture this: Franklin, the prodigal Jonas, trading Disney gleam for gritty riffs and lyrical depth, backed by The Byzantines—a crew of sonic masons crafting epic aural cathedrals from basement-shoegaze bricks and synthpop mortar. They're headlining a set that's equal parts transcendental jam and intimate confession, where the walls sweat nostalgia and the air buzzes with future anthems. If there’s ever been a night to risk the G train for a taste of the underground’s untapped magic, this is it. Bring your jaded soul and leave with a setlist of new obsessions.
Dive headfirst into a kaleidoscope of sound and spectacle with Amanda Lepore - Come Closer LIVE, a night that promises to shatter the mundane and leave you begging for more. Lepore, the living icon of glam and audacity, takes the stage with a raw magnetism that’s impossible to resist. Imagine a sonic playground where electropop meets cabaret, and you're on the guest list. This isn't just a performance; it's a baptism by glitter. The venue? A secret, offbeat spot where the walls echo with whispers of legendary sets past. The crowd? A curated mix of the unapologetically fabulous and your future best friends. Leave your ennui at the door, because this is where cool-kid dreams and nightlife fantasies collide. Show up, or regret it while scrolling through the FOMO-fueled stories that will flood your feed.
Clear your calendar and dust off your coolest thrift store threads because Man Man and American Tomahawk are about to grace the gritty, neon-soaked stage of The Echoplex. This isn’t just a gig; it's an alchemical fusion of avant-pop chaos and raw, unfiltered rock energy that'll have your heart strumming a million BPM. Man Man's frenetic carnival of sound is an aural trip that feels like Tom Waits and David Byrne hijacked a circus, while American Tomahawk's razor-sharp riffs will leave your ears buzzing with existential epiphanies. The Echo's iconic pulse will guide you to 1154 Glendale Blvd, where sonic catharsis awaits. Miss this, and you might just have to pretend to be into TikTok music trends to fill the void.
In the heart of downtown L.A., where gritty alleys meet the neon sheen of the Belasco, Tomahawk is set to detonate the mundane with a sonic boom only they can conjure. This is not just a gig—it's an all-ages call to arms for anyone tired of Spotify algorithms dictating their vibe. With the standing-room-only crowd pressed close enough to feel each other's heartbeats, there’s an electric anticipation that can only come from a band known for its audacious blend of the visceral and the cerebral. As the pre-show VIP lounge doors creak open at 6PM for those in the know, the rest will pour in at 7PM, eager to catch the first wave at 8PM. Don't sleep on this—because the support acts are as much a mystery as your next musical obsession, and Tomahawk never promises the same setlist twice. Accessibility? They’ve got your back, ensuring that every music lover can sway and swoon without a hitch. This isn't just a concert; it's a rite of passage for anyone who remembers why they fell in love with music in the first place.
When Mark Kozelek's Sun Kil Moon hits the Teragram Ballroom, it’s less an event and more a rendezvous with existential poetry set to melody. The troubadour of truth is poised to spill his life’s pages, raw and unfiltered, in what promises to be an intimate yet sprawling journey through time and memory. For just shy of $40, you're not just buying a ticket; you're investing in a night where every chord and candid confession is a reminder of the beauty in vulnerability. Expect the ballroom to pulse with the energy of a thousand Tumblr blogs come to life, each lyric a secret whispered in the dark. Don't be the one scrolling through post-show recaps wishing you'd been there; claim your spot and witness the magic unfold in real-time. It's the kind of night your future self will thank you for.
When the cosmic forces of the underground beckon, you answer. This Saturday at the quintessentially gritty Vitamin D, Triple Bueno is set to ignite the stage with their intoxicating brew of jangly guitars and lo-fi charisma. These sonic alchemists will be flanked by the sultry vibes of Kat Hall, whose voice could melt even the most stoic of vinyl collections, and the electrifyingly unkempt grooves of SHAG, a band that feels like they stepped out of a time machine from the CBGB heyday. If your weekend agenda doesn't include vibing at this gig, you may want to reconsider your life choices. Be there or be tragically square.
Darksoft , Ghost Days, Nothing But Silence
Clear your Thursday night plans and get ready to dive headfirst into an ethereal dreamscape because Darksoft, Ghost Days, and Nothing But Silence are about to converge on a stage near you. Darksoft's otherworldly soundscapes are the perfect soundtrack for your late-night existential musings, with synths that feel like distant transmissions from a forgotten future. Ghost Days will take you on an introspective journey through echoes of lost love and found solitude, their haunting melodies lingering like the ghosts of past romances. And Nothing But Silence? Well, they're the indie scene’s best-kept secret—until now. Their minimalist approach speaks volumes, conjuring a beautiful chaos out of pure nothingness. This is the night where shoegaze dreams meet synthpop realities, where you’ll want to say you were there when it all unfolded. Don't be the one reading about it the next day—be the one starting the conversation.
Pretty Cooked, Shwarma, PsythãN, Velvet Snakes
Brace yourself for a sonic odyssey as Pretty Cooked, Shwarma, PsythãN, and Velvet Snakes converge to redefine your understanding of live music. Picture this: a dimly lit warehouse, its walls vibrating with the raw energy of a scene that's too cool to care. Pretty Cooked will melt your face off with their garage rock anthems, while Shwarma's post-punk riffs slice through the air like a well-aimed dagger. PsythãN brings their experimental synth wizardry, casting a spell over the crowd with otherworldly beats that would make even Aphex Twin nod in approval. Just when you think you've reached peak euphoria, Velvet Snakes slither onto the stage, weaving a sonic tapestry of psych-rock bliss that will have you questioning reality itself. It's the kind of night that legends are made of—miss it at your own peril.
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.
Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is Metrik + Grafix with Bensley, a night poised to redefine your bass-laden dreams. This isn't just another gig; it's a full-throttle audio-visual odyssey, a pulsating journey that promises to shake the very foundations of your musical psyche. Picture this: you, surrounded by the electric hum of the crowd, ensconced in a neon-lit utopia where every beat commands your heartbeat. Leave banal mainstream beats on the doorstep; here, the bass resonates deep enough to awaken your inner raver. Bensley’s fluid grooves set the stage for Metrik and Grafix's alchemical blend of drum-and-bass euphoria—a siren call for the true aficionados of the underground. Forget the bottle service; this is about immersive sounds, transcendent vibes, and the kind of night that’ll have your boring third-party ticket-holding friends crying into their expired bar stamps. So lace up those dancing shoes, channel your inner synth lord, and prepare to lose yourself in the bass reverie. Miss this, and you’re missing the night your future self will thank you for.
Day Trip feat. CID, ToBeHonest, Juos, Cat & Maomi
Clear your calendar and dust off your dancing shoes, because Day Trip is about to take you on a sonic journey you won't want to miss. Featuring the electrifying CID, the enigmatic ToBeHonest, the boundary-pushing Juos, and the enigmatic duo Cat & Maomi, this lineup is a banquet of beats that will sate your indie cravings. This event is strictly 21+, so it's all about the vibes and no babysitting the underagers. Leave your cash at home, because this venue is as cashless as your digital wallet wants to be. Tickets are a hot commodity—make sure you’re locked in through TicketWeb or TIXR because we all know the third-party game isn’t worth the gamble. Expect synths that shimmer like a Brooklyn sunset and grooves that go down smoother than that artisanal IPA you pretend to like. And trust me, you'll want to be on the list of the night everyone will be talking about. Whether you're raving in the Bottle Service VIP or just vibing with the crowd, it's time to experience the scene that makes every basement show feel like the coolest place on Earth. Buy your ticket, grab your crew, and prepare to wander through a night where the music never stops and neither do you.
Los Angeles State Historic Park: On The Promenade
L.A.'s sonic tapestry is about to get a fresh thread with Noah Levine weaving his indie alchemy at The Moroccan Lounge. Think of your favorite lo-fi bedroom pop but elevated with a touch of lyrical luminescence that echoes through your mind long after the last note fades. Levine's sound is like a secret handshake for those in the know, blending raw vulnerability with a groove that demands you move. And then there's Corey Harper, a name that surfaces in whispered conversations about the next big thing. His guitar work is the love child of '70s soul and modern introspection, grounding the ethereal in the achingly real. Doors at 6:30, and trust me, you'll want to be there early to soak in every unfiltered moment. All ages are welcome, because musical enlightenment knows no bounds. At $15 in advance, it’s practically a steal — don’t be the one stuck scrolling Instagram when you could be vibing IRL.
This Saturday night, the DIY scene’s underground pulses with a lineup so stacked it might just split the Earth’s crust. Plain Suite headlines, bringing their lo-fi dreamscapes that feel like a sweet whisper in a storm. These shoegaze wizards have the uncanny ability to turn any basement into a cathedral of sound. Vanda follows, a synthpop collective that spins infectious beats and melodies so lush you’ll swear you’re walking through a neon rainforest. Opening the night is She Says Yes, whose jangly guitars and raw lyricism are the sonic equivalent of thrift store finds that make your heart skip a beat. This trifecta of sound is the perfect antidote to the mundane week—come early, stay late, and prepare to have your existential ennui shattered.
Siddhartha's "Tu y Yo y Tour" is about to kick your indie ennui straight into overdrive. This is more than just a gig; it's a euphoric soundwave that'll ripple through your Spotify Discover Weekly and leave a permanent mark. Think sun-kissed psych-pop melodies that wrap around your brain like a sonic hug, all threaded through with the kind of guitar riffs that make you feel like you're in a coming-of-age flick directed by Wes Anderson's cooler cousin. It's happening at the Auditorium Theatre, a place that’s seen more legends than your vinyl collection. Trust me, hitting up Siddhartha is like getting a sneak preview of the soundtrack to your next life-changing moment. Miss it, and you'll just be another indie kid with a serious case of FOMO.
Alright, indie aficionados and nocturnal nomads, mark your calendars and prep your coolest thrifted threads—The Moroccan Lounge is about to host the sonic baptism of the summer. Dogma Society, those elusive architects of enchanted soundscapes, are teaming up with Nautics, the oceanic wizards of rhythm and reverb, for a night that'll make your Spotify playlists weep with inadequacy. It's all happening on August 17th, and you won't want to be the one scrolling through blurry Instagram stories wondering why you didn't snag those $20 tickets when you had the chance. Picture this: a night where shoegaze guitars meet cosmic synths, where the air buzzes with energy and possibility, and where every chord strikes a chord in your jaded soul. Doors swing open at 9:30pm; be there or risk being a ghost story told by those who lived it.
Redacted Presents: Future Fusion ft. Sennoh, Joey Naz and more!
In the heart of a humid August night, where the air crackles with potential and sweat, Redacted Presents: Future Fusion is the sonic oasis your restless spirit has been craving. This gathering is a celestial lineup of the indie vanguard—Sennoh's ethereal soundscapes will have you questioning your existence, while Joey Naz's frenetic beats could resurrect the jaded souls of even the most apathetic Brooklynites. Lizzy's personal army promises anarchic pop anthems that will echo through your dreams, and DJ Langley's set is destined to rewire your synapses with synth-heavy reveries. With doors creaking open at 6:30pm and a cover that begs the question of whether you spent enough on avocado toast this week, this all-ages affair is our generation's rallying cry against the mundane. Feel the FOMO creeping in? It's justified. Be there, or be a story told in whispers of what you missed.
Citizen with Anxious, Hotline TNT, and Rocket
Get ready to shake off the ennui and dive headfirst into a sonic journey with Citizen and their killer lineup of Anxious, Hotline TNT, and Rocket. These aren’t just bands; they’re the soundtrack to your quarter-life crisis done right. Citizen’s latest opus, Halcyon Blues, is the audio equivalent of a perfectly worn vintage tee—familiar yet refreshingly new, stitched together with raw emo threads and post-hardcore patches. Mat Kerekes and crew have been the underdogs since their Toledo days, but they’ve turned that outsider status into an art form, crafting a soundscape that defies labels and transcends trends. It’s no accident they’ve outlasted their flash-in-the-pan peers; it’s pure sonic evolution, baby. So, if you’re tired of the same old recycled beats and craving something that actually moves you, snag a ticket to witness Citizen’s masterclass in musical metamorphosis. Trust us, this gig is the stuff of legends in the making—don’t be the one scrolling through Instagram stories with regret.
Clear your calendar and dust off your coolest kicks because Bottom Lounge is about to explode with sonic reverie. Driveways, the pop-punk poets of the digital age, are teaming up with Like Roses, the dream-pop duo weaving melodies sweeter than your first crush. Don't Panic rounds out the trifecta with their unapologetically nostalgic alt-rock anthems, ensuring your dopamine levels reach a dangerously delightful peak. In a world where ticket scalping feels like the ultimate buzzkill, Bottom Lounge has your back—tickets might be delayed, but they're guaranteed to land in your inbox just in time to make you the hero of your own indie flick. So, scan the vibes, dodge the scammers, and prepare to dissolve into a night that promises to be as unforgettable as your favorite mixtape.
Cancel your plans, ditch your date, and prep your ears for a sonic baptism—Deb Never is gracing The Echo with her ethereal angst and genre-defying vibes. This isn't just another night out in Echo Park; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. Expect a melange of grunge nostalgia and digital daydreams that will have even the most aloof hipster in the corner nodding in approval. If you're not here, are you even in the know? Trust us, the FOMO will be real. Find yourself in the haze of Deb's haunting vocals and let the reverberations remind you why you live in LA. Check The Echo's socials to secure your spot in music history.
Citizen with Hotline TNT, Anxious, and Rocket
Dub Club presents: Jah9 / Rik Jam / Dub Club DJs (21+)
Pack your earplugs and ditch the ennui, because The Echo is serving up a sonic feast that even your coolest friend's playlist can't compete with. Dub Club is bringing Clinton Fearon & Boogie Brown Band to the Echoplex, and it's the kind of night that makes your future self jealous of your present. Clinton Fearon, the reggae legend, is set to unleash a seismic wave of roots rhythms and soul-soaked basslines that would make even the most stoic shoegazer break into a skank. If you're tired of the same-old synth pop and longing for a night that resonates with authenticity, this is where you want to be. A sweltering LA evening, legendary vibes, and enough grooves to keep your soul dancing—it's the kind of experience you'll be adding to your list of "I was there" moments. So, dig out that vintage band tee and prepare for a showdown of sound that proves reggae's not just a genre; it's a state of mind. See you in the echo chamber.
The Missing Peace x Blanket Co-Headline Tour (w/ special guest Day Aches)
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool that is The Missing Peace x Blanket co-headline tour, with a special guest appearance by the ever-enigmatic Day Aches. This is not just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the faithful and the freshly converted alike. The Missing Peace delivers a raw, cathartic fusion of post-punk and dream-pop that makes you feel like you've stumbled into a secret garden of sound, while Blanket wraps you in their lush, ambient embrace that feels like a whispered confession at a rooftop party. And just when you think your soul can't take any more, Day Aches will ease you into their melancholic yet hopeful universe, leaving no choice but to surrender to the melody. With a strict no refunds policy, missing out is simply not an option. Grab your tickets before they become another ghost of missed opportunities.
Get ready to ditch your Tuesday night Netflix routine because The Echo is about to transform into an indie utopia. Headliners Jacklen Ro are serving up a soundscape that's equal parts gritty garage rock and shimmering dream pop—a sonic concoction that feels like a late-night drive through neon-lit cityscapes. They're bringing along LavaLove, whose psychedelic surf riffs will have you swaying like it's summer all over again, and Sun Casino, a band whose jangly guitars and hazy vocals are the aural equivalent of a sun-dappled afternoon. Whether you're a basement-show stalwart or a rooftop-party regular, this lineup is a siren call for the sonically adventurous. Catch these rising stars before they're headlining festival stages and your only chance to see them is through grainy livestreams. You know the drill: check The Echo's socials and make sure you're there before it becomes the night everyone talks about but only the cool kids attended.
THE DREAM EATERS / PLUSH CRUSH / JEREMY WEBER
Clear your Friday night agenda and prepare to dive headfirst into a sonic wonderland. THE DREAM EATERS are headlining, and if their ethereal blend of shoegaze and dream pop doesn’t transport you to another dimension, then maybe that time machine you ordered is finally overdue. Plush Crush opens with their grunge-tinged power-pop that'll make you nostalgic for a decade you might not have even been alive for, but who's counting? And let's not overlook Jeremy Weber—his synth-laden soundscapes are the stuff of lo-fi legends, weaving a tapestry of beats that could make even the most stoic Brooklynite crack a smile. This isn't just a gig; it's an experience, a rite of passage through sound waves so cool they practically drip. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through envy-inducing Instagram stories while the rest of us ride this dreamy wave into the weekend.
If you haven’t yet basked in the transcendental glow of Royal Coda's post-hardcore symphonies, consider yourself summoned to the Teragram Ballroom on August 21, 2026. With a lineup that reads like an indie kid's fever dream, this gig promises sonic euphoria that’s worth every penny of that $25 ticket. Dwellings are set to deliver their signature blend of ethereal math rock as they open the night, while Strawberry Milk Cult will serve up their delectable lo-fi pop with an edge sharp enough to cut through your ennui. And if Amarionette's infectious grooves don't have you sweating out your cynicism, well, you might need to check your pulse. Doors swing open at 6pm, but make sure you’re there by 7pm—because this is the kind of night where legends are born and playlists are changed forever. All ages, all the vibes, and all the cool kids. Missing this? Unthinkable.
In Your Pocket Presents: The Asteroid No. 4
Forget everything you know about cosmic rock and prepare to be transported to a galaxy where shoegaze meets psych and everything is drenched in reverb. In Your Pocket is bringing us The Asteroid No. 4 at The Echo, and it's like someone slipped your dad’s record collection some acid and let it spin wildly into the night. These sonic astronauts have been perfecting their craft since the days when MySpace was a thing, and they’ve only gotten better with age. Imagine swirling guitars that feel like they could have been plucked straight out of a Pynchon novel, paired with a kaleidoscope of visuals that'll make you question if you're seeing sound. And, hey, if you missed them at Levitation or Austin Psych Fest, here’s your chance to catch up on what all the buzz was about. So, dust off your leather jacket and get ready to dive headfirst into a night of auditory transcendence that promises to leave your ears ringing and your mind blown. If you’re not there, did it even happen?
Isoxo Presents: Hardcore Diva - Fall 2026 North America Tour
Dive headfirst into the sonic vortex of Isoxo's Hardcore Diva tour, where the beats hit harder than your existential dread and the vibes are cooler than your ex's vinyl collection. As Isoxo dismantles electronic music's boundaries with surgical precision, the Fall 2026 North America Tour promises a fusion of frenetic energy and raw emotion that feels like a warehouse rave and a late-night therapy session rolled into one. This isn't just a show; it's an odyssey into the heart of a pulsating, neon-lit underworld where every synth line and bass drop is a revelation. With local DIY synthpop alchemists opening, each night is set to be an unrepeatable cosmic event. Grab a ticket, throw on your vintage band tee, and prepare for an auditory pilgrimage that will leave you questioning if home is really where the bassline drops.
Clear your calendar, grab your thrifted leather jacket, and prepare for a night that could only happen when the cosmic forces of cool align. This Friday, The Halloween Jack is set to ignite the indie underbelly with a sound that channels the love child of Bowie and Bauhaus, raised on a strict diet of post-punk and glam rock vibes. Known for transforming any venue into an electric wonderland, their gigs are part sonic séance, part fashion revolution. Expect an audience of art school dropouts and soundcloud mystics, all vibing to the ethereal wails and jangly riffs that make your soul do a little pirouette. Sneak past the bouncer at [insert the edgiest venue name here], claim your spot by the speakers, and witness the kind of performance that's normally the stuff of urban legends. Miss this? Only if you want to be haunted by the spectral echo of what could have been the night of your life.
If you think you've seen it all, think again. Eagles of Death Metal are swooping into the city like a sonic whirlwind, ready to shred your apathy and leave you begging for more. This isn't just a gig; it's a resurrection of raw, unfiltered rock energy that your Spotify algorithm could never predict. Imagine the leather-clad swagger of a desert storm, paired with riffs that ricochet off your rib cage and lyrics that dance dangerously close to your soul's edge. This is arena-sized bravado in an intimate setting, where every chord is a call to arms against the mundane. Miss this and you'll be left scrolling through blurry Instagram stories, wondering why you ever doubted the power of rock 'n' roll. Get your ticket, grab your coolest shades, and prepare to witness a livewire spectacle that will remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place.
If the monotony of your playlist is starting to feel like a beige cubicle, it’s time to paint your world in the neon hues of The Knocks at The Bellwether. This isn’t just another night out—it’s an electrifying escape, where synth beats and stage lights converge in a symphonic explosion of pure, unadulterated cool. The Bellwether is pulling out all the stops with their Looking Glass Lounge upgrade, offering you a golden ticket to the indie elite: witness the sonic sorcery from a stage-adjacent perch, sip on exclusive cocktails that are probably cooler than you, and graze on gourmet delights—all while skipping the queue with a secret side entrance. For those who demand more than just music, this is your backstage pass to an unforgettable night. Leave your cash at home, bring your existential ennui, and get ready to feel alive again. Just don’t blink—you might miss the moment everyone will be talking about.
Dive headfirst into the dimly lit abyss of OBSESSION RAVE, where the thrill of the night is as intoxicating as it is inescapable. Channeling the raw, feverish pulse of a cult film that's already whispering to the dark corners of your soul, this is the kind of night where secrets are born and boundaries blur. Imagine a sonic vortex of dark pop and indie sleaze that dares you to lose yourself on the dance floor, with tracks by Current Joys and Felly setting the scene for something deliciously sinister. Held at the iconic 1720 Warehouse, the event promises a labyrinthine experience of hard dance and electro beats that will resonate in your bones long after the sun comes up. For those 18 and over who crave more than just a mundane Saturday, consider this your unmissable escape into the underworld of sound and shadow. Snag your ticket now—or live with the regret of missing the night everyone will be obsessively raving about.
Picture this: You’re lost in a kaleidoscope of sound, buried somewhere between the jangling echoes of post-punk riffs and the throbbing pulse of synth-infused nocturnes. Welcome to Grave Rave, the sonic speakeasy where the only currency is the rhythm of your heart. This is where the coolest congregate, trading cashless transactions for transcendent experiences. Cloaked under dim lights and deeper vibes, this 21+ sanctuary opens its iron gates at 10pm sharp, inviting early birds to claim their perch and night owls to glide in with a guaranteed ticket. Forget the resellers and their pixelated promises—this exclusive gathering is for those in the know, a secret handshake shared among the chosen few who snagged their golden pass through TicketWeb or TIXR. As you step into this musical nirvana, your ID is your key, and your name etched like a whispered password. The RSVP might be a gamble, but isn’t that part of the thrill? Skip the predictable and surrender to the sound—Grave Rave awaits, and it’s about to be nothing short of legendary.
The Impossibles, Space Monkey Mafia, DJ Chuck Wren
Get ready to dive deep into the sonic rabbit hole this Saturday at The Lunar Loft. The Impossibles, the enigmatic architects of indie rock’s parallel universe, are set to warp your perception of what a live show can be. With fuzz-laden riffs and lyrics that read like a Gen Z dream journal, they’ll remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. And just when you think your mind can’t expand any further, Space Monkey Mafia will catapult you into a ska-punk orbit so infectious, you’ll be skanking like it’s the Summer of Ska all over again. Closing the night, DJ Chuck Wren spins an eclectic mix of beats that’ll bridge the gap between your head and your heart. Trust us, this is the kind of lineup that makes you tell your future kids you were there. If you miss it, well, let’s just say the Instagram stories won’t do it justice.
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.
Imagine you're scrolling through your feed, jaded by endless #ThrowbackThursday posts, when BAM—Galantis with TELYKAST drops into your weekend plans like a generational bombshell. It's not just another night; it's a high-octane collision of euphoric anthems and head-bopping bangers, set to implode in the heart of the city. Galantis, those Swedish maestros of feel-good synth symphonies, are bringing their electronic wizardry stateside, and they've teamed up with TELYKAST, the genre-blending alchemists who could turn a quarantine Zoom call into a dance floor frenzy. This isn't just music—it's an electric surge through the veins of the scene, a night that promises to be more viral than a surprise Frank Ocean drop. Miss this, and risk being the only one who doesn’t have a serotonin-soaked story to tell on Monday.
If your weekend plans include scrolling through Spotify playlists and wistfully wishing for something that hits a little different, consider this your cosmic nudge. Rival Consoles is gracing the Teragram Ballroom on August 22, 2026, and it's the kind of event that makes even the most seasoned audiophile's heart skip a beat. Ryan Lee West's electronic wizardry isn't just music—it's an odyssey through soundscapes that shimmer and pulsate like a neon dream. Imagine a sonic cocktail shaken with Radiohead's introspection, Aphex Twin's glitchy genius, and a dash of James Blake's haunting elegance. You'll find yourself enveloped in kaleidoscopic synths and driving beats that turn the mundane into something transcendently magnetic. With tickets set at $25 in advance and a smidgeon more at the door, the price is less than your last artisanal oat milk latte binge. All ages are welcome, so bring your younger siblings—let's give them a crash course in cool. Basement gigs are rad, but sometimes you need a live set that hits like an existential epiphany. Don't sleep on this.
Clear your calendar and dust off your thrifted leather jacket, because Livingmore is about to set The Echo ablaze with their genre-blurring soundscapes. Imagine if Fleetwood Mac had a sonic lovechild with The Strokes, raised on a strict diet of LA sunshine and late-night vinyl binges. This isn't just another show—it's an indie odyssey through infectious hooks and kaleidoscopic riffs that'll have you questioning why you ever settled for ordinary. With their electric stage presence and tunes that linger like glitter in your hair after a wild night, this is the gig that'll have your future self bragging, "I was there." Check The Echo's socials and website because missing this would be a cardinal sin in the gospel of cool.
Desi Banks isn't just another name to add to your never-ending list of soon-to-be-forgotten indie bands. This crew has been bending genres and twisting minds with their authentic blend of fuzzed-out garage rock and soulful, melancholic pop. With lyrics that dance between the profound and the absurd, their songs are like well-written stories, each one a different journey. The frontman's voice, a ragged and passionate cry, offers an emotional depth that's hard to ignore. These guys are the real deal—honest, raw, and brilliantly unpredictable. They deliver every note, every chord, every beat with a reckless abandon that is electrifying to witness. Prepare to let yourself get swept away in the frenzied maelstrom that is their live performance. If you're looking for a night of swirling guitars, thumping basslines, and sweaty dancefloor catharsis, Desi Banks is the ticket.
When the cosmic cocktail of Polo & Pan hits the Aragon Ballroom, you’d better believe it’s time to put down your overpriced oat latte and dive into a night of blissed-out euphoria. This isn’t just a concert; it’s a synth-drenched odyssey that’ll transport you from Chicago’s gritty streets to the neon-soaked beaches of a retro-futuristic Riviera. As the French duo brews their signature blend of tropical rhythms, celestial synths, and kaleidoscopic visuals, you’ll find yourself swaying amidst a sea of like-minded dreamers. Doors swing wide at 7PM, but the portal to another dimension opens at 8. Make sure your ID’s non-expired and your vibe’s on point—this is strictly a 17+ soirée, unless Mom wants to chaperone. General Admission means every spot’s the best spot, so get ready for a journey that’ll make even the staunchest indie purist’s heart flutter. Skip re-entry; once you’re in, you won’t want to leave.
Set the GPS for the sonic landscapes of Desi Banks, a band that's refreshing the indie scene with their evocative blend of post-punk and jangle-pop. Imagine the unhinged energy of The Replacements mixed with the lyrical depth of Pavement, and you'll start to grasp their sound. Desi Banks isn't just another band, they're a trip—traversing through crunchy guitar riffs and introspective lyrics with a raw energy that commands the crowd. If your pulse quickens at the thought of moshing to the beat of a drum kit that's seen better days, well, consider this your call to arms.
Day Trip feat. Discip, Adam Sellouk, Gabss, Welker
Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is Day Trip—a night where the underground pulses and the indie elite collide. Picture this: Discip's haunting synths weaving through the room like a dream you can't shake; Adam Sellouk dropping beats that make your heart skip like your favorite vinyl on repeat; Gabss layering in vocals so ethereal, they're basically audible glitter; and Welker, the sonic sorcerer, conjuring soundscapes that feel like Saturday night on a Tuesday. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the plugged-in, the neon-soaked, and those who measure time in drum loops and decibels. Forget cash, but don't forget your ID—this is a cashless utopia where the only currency is vibe. Get your tickets or be doomed to scroll through Instagram, hearting the night you missed.
If you're not at Sasha's show this Friday, you're simply not living your best life. This isn't just another night out—it's an existential pilgrimage into the heart of the indie ether. Sasha, the enigmatic lovechild of Neil Gaiman and Debbie Harry, is set to transform the stage into a sonic wonderland you never knew you needed. Picture this: post-punk ethos swirled with dreamy synth vistas, a voice that simultaneously shatters and stitches your soul, and lyrics that haunt your daydreams. The 21+ crowd will be packed with the kind of people who understand why Velvet Underground’s banana cover is a lifestyle choice. So snag your ticket, throw on something that makes you feel like a protagonist, and prepare for a night that’ll have your FOMO-stricken friends wishing they were as cool as you.
If you're down to electrify your soul with a night of moody synths and brooding beats, Black Marble is your personal pied piper. Riding the reverb-soaked waves of post-punk nostalgia, their sound is like a forgotten mixtape you’d find in a dusty Brooklyn vinyl shop—haunting yet oddly familiar. And just when you think it's all too dreamlike, The Serfs come in hot with their dystopian dance punk to shake you awake. The venue whispers DIY vibes, so keep it eco-chic and hop in a ride share. Bonus: snagging a VIP table means your crew gets to flex with a bottle of top-shelf bliss and a cocktail service that’ll have you feeling like the indie royalty you truly are. But remember, this isn't about meet and greets—it's about losing yourself in the music, the moment, and maybe a little top-shelf tequila. This is one night where the FOMO is real, and the only cure is to dive headfirst into the sonic abyss.
Brooklyn Vegan Presents: Swervedriver raise at 35
Alright, shoegaze disciples, time to dust off those vintage leather jackets and dig out your grunge-era flannels because Brooklyn Vegan is about to serve up a sonic pilgrimage that’ll make your heart race faster than a distorted Stratocaster. Swervedriver, the OG architects of swirling soundscapes, are celebrating 35 years of "Raise" by playing the entire album live—and trust, this is not your dad’s reunion tour. It’s a full-throttle dive into the kaleidoscopic fuzz of the 90s, with a pit stop in nostalgia and a leap into the future via their upcoming "Worlds Fair EP". This is their first new music in over five years, promising to be as electrifying as the Oxford days when Adam Franklin and Jimmy Hartridge redefined what it meant to glide through sound. Expect deep cuts and surprise gems from their back catalogue that'll make your basement playlist feel like a surface-level glance at greatness. Miss this, and you might as well hang up your cred with those moth-eaten band tees. The indie gods have spoken—be there or forever wish you were.
If you’re the type to brag about catching artists before they hit the mainstream, mark your calendar for August 24 at the Moroccan Lounge. The siren call of Kublaii's genre-bending sound is set to resonate through the walls, bringing together indie rock, folk whispers, and electronic pulses that echo the moody vibes of the Pacific Northwest. With a debut album, "temujin," dropping soon, Kublaii is poised to be your next obsession. Joining him are Postcards for Sympathy—think shoegaze with a side of existentialism—and Byron Bennett, whose lo-fi croons are the soundtrack to your quarter-life crisis. At a mere $17, this all-ages gig is a steal; a golden ticket to say "I was there" before the festival circuits come calling. Miss it and you'll be left with nothing but TikTok clips and a gnawing sense of regret.
Get ready to dive headfirst into an electrifying sonic cauldron as W.I.T.C.H. (We Intend To Cause Havoc) conjures their psychedelic brew at the Teragram Ballroom on August 25. For those in the know, these Zambian legends are the godfathers of Zamrock—a genre that marries the raw grit of Western psych rock with the rhythmic heartbeat of Africa. Imagine Hendrix jamming with Fela, and you’re almost there. Doors creak open at 7 pm, and if you're not swaying to their intoxicating grooves by 8, are you even living? Grab your tickets in advance for $30 because it’s $35 on the day, and nobody likes to feel like they’ve missed a beat. All ages are welcome, so whether you’re a vinyl-spinning purist or a freshly-minted indie disciple, this is the kind of revelatory experience that’ll have you bragging to your friends for decades. Don’t let your future self down.
This Friday, the glitch in the matrix you've been waiting for materializes at the heart of the city as Ken Carson brings his xperimenting tour to life. Picture this: a sonic kaleidoscope where industrial beats meet psychedelic synths in a head-on collision, creating a soundscape that feels like a late-night drive through Cyberpunk Tokyo. Carson, the prodigy who’s been conjuring sonic spells in his basement studio, promises a night that blurs the line between reality and the digital ether. Expect immersive visuals that could rival your latest acid dream, and a crowd that’s more about vibes than selfies. If you miss this, prepare to scroll through a weekend of Instagram stories that’ll have you questioning your life choices. Be there or regret it when everyone else is humming the future and you’re stuck in last Tuesday’s playlist.
Stan Society presents Harry Styles Afterparty
Hey there, sonic explorers and culture vultures. If you've been feeling the existential dread of another Friday night drowning in Spotify's algorithmic abyss, let me throw you a life raft. Stan Society and Livies HQ are joining forces for SOUR PROM, a night that's set to rip the seams of your musical expectations. Imagine the visceral rawness of a basement show colliding with the kaleidoscopic chaos of a synthpop wonderland. This isn't just an event—it's a rite of passage. Grab your General Admission ticket if you crave a night where accessible accommodations come with a side of care and community. Trust me, this is the kind of gig that transforms the disenchanted into the devoted. So, dust off your limited-edition vinyl, ditch the Netflix queue, and prepare for a sonic baptism that promises to leave you more alive than you ever thought possible. See you in the crowd—if you can handle it.
Crankdat is crashing into the scene like a lightning bolt out of a clear blue sky, and your weekend plans just got a major upgrade. This isn't just another night out—it's an 18+ sonic pilgrimage to a realm where bass drops feel like transcendental epiphanies. Imagine the most intense TikTok rave you never knew you needed, now amplify that energy to eleven. Crankdat is infamous for spinning beats that could melt even the iciest of hipster facades, turning wallflowers into full-blown dancefloor dynamos. In a world where indie clout often feels like an elusive unicorn, missing this show would be a cardinal sin. Embrace the chaos, live in the moment, and prepare for an audio-visual onslaught that your Insta stories will barely do justice.
Slide into your leather jacket and dust off your Docs because the Moroccan Lounge is about to serve up a night that even your most aloof friend will brag about for weeks. On August 27, 2026, Nox Novacula is teaming up with The Discussion to deliver a sonic séance that'll haunt your playlists and your dreams. Think darkwave melodies that wrap around you like a velvet fog, punctuated by post-punk grit that channels the spirit of the underground. And just when you think you've reached peak cool, Charm School will be there to school you in the art of synthpop enchantment. With doors at 9:30 PM and a cool $15 to secure your spot, this 21+ affair is your ticket to musical transcendence. Trust us, you'll be weaving tales of this night into conversations all winter long.
Dark Kinetic Ft. Dancing Plage, Sacred Skin, Ms. Boan & More! 18+
Strap on your vintage Doc Martens and dust off that leather jacket because the night you've been dreaming of is finally here. Dark Kinetic is unleashing an electrifying lineup that promises to shake the cobwebs off even the most jaded souls in the indie scene. Headlined by the enigmatic Dancing Plague and the brooding vibes of Sacred Skin, this isn't just a gig—it's a rite of passage. Dive into Ms. Boan's synth-laden wonderland and let your senses be torn asunder by supporting acts like Creux Lies and Topographies. And just when you think you've caught your breath, slip into Love Song Bar for sets from Holy Water and Puppet that are so intimate, they'll feel like a secret whispered in your ear. DJs DRK, SINS, and Jose Shuton will keep the night thrumming with beats that refuse to let you stand still. But remember, in this world of ephemeral beauty, space is as elusive as a rare vinyl find. Arrive early, or risk lamenting from the outside as FOMO echoes through the city streets.
Ready to shake off your ennui and dive into a night that’s hotter than a freshly pressed vinyl? Bonnie X Clyde is about to electrify the scene with a sonic cocktail that’s part pulsating synthwave, part audacious trap—served with a side of rebellious, adrenaline-fueled euphoria. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an invitation to lose yourself in beats that’ll resonate in your bones before you even hit the dance floor. Remember, RSVPs are like your Tinder matches: they might not guarantee a spark. So, get there early or snag a ticket to skip the line and head straight into the sonic wonderland. Cashless, seamless, and thrillingly unpredictable, this night promises everything but the mundane. And a heads-up: leave StubHub out of this one. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR, and get ready to show your ID like the VIP you are. The night awaits—don't let it slip through your fingers like the last drop of overpriced kombucha.
Brooklyn's basement glow is about to get a Technicolor upgrade with Broadway Rave, an electrifying fusion of synth-soaked melodies and theatrical flair that's guaranteed to crash your dreams and stage-dive into your soul. This isn't just another night—it's an 18+ intermission from reality where your inner enfant terrible can shake off the city's existential ennui and mosh among melodious misfits. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of sound where each beat is like a confetti cannon fired straight from your teenage daydreams. Ditch the pretense and don your boldest eye glitter and fishnets, because missing this would be the biggest plot twist since your college roommate's zine on postmodern angst. Your weekend's been begging for a soundtrack, and Broadway Rave is ready to steal the show.
Clear your calendar and charge your phone because Project 91 is about to redefine your Friday night. DJ LEVI is taking the decks, and if you haven't heard of them yet, welcome to your new obsession. Imagine the sound of a neon-drenched cyberpunk cityscape crashing headfirst into a warehouse rave in Berlin—LEVI's beats are that transformative. This isn't just a set; it's a sonic pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of bass and synth. Expect a crowd of impeccably dressed misfits, all vibing under a haze of technicolor lights and the kind of energy you can only find in the coolest underground venues. Don't wait for the Instagram stories—be there, or risk spending your weekend in a pit of existential FOMO.
The Fray - Summer of Light Tour with Dashboard Confessional
The Fray and Dashboard Confessional are shaking off the dust of bygone decades and charging into 2022 with their Summer of Light Tour. Picture it: hazy nostalgic anthems soundtracking the setting sun, the scent of summer beer on the breeze, and a crowd of like-minded souls caught in a heady, collective reverie. It’s a nostalgia trip, sure, but there’s something undeniably appealing about surrendering to the past just long enough for a night of sing-along catharsis. This isn’t so much about "How to Save a Life" or "Hands Down" as it is about the transformative power of collective nostalgia. Prepare to be swooned by Isaac Slade's brooding vocals and to feel every word of Chris Carrabba's heartfelt lyricism. NOT .
Fluorescents are about to light up Bottom Lounge like a neon fever dream you didn't know you needed but won't ever forget. Imagine being cradled in a haze of glittering synths and post-punk riffs that could resurrect the coolest ghost in your vinyl collection. This isn't just another gig; it's a transcendental indie baptism set to convert the most cynical hipster into a full-blown believer. With Bottom Lounge’s no-nonsense stance on ticket sales, you can dodge the scalpers and make sure you're fully immersed in this sonic séance. Don't sleep on this—by the time you hear your procrastinating friend's regretful sigh, you'll be deep in the crowd, where the only thing more electric than the music is the collective pulse of everyone around you.
Peter Hook & The Light (18 and Over) - Night 2
Peter Hook & The Light are back for Night 2, promising an encore that'll have your Joy Division-loving heart pulsating all over again. The ex-New Order bassist, turned frontman, continues to prove he's the king of post-punk, spinning ice cold anthems into spectral, synth-drenched masterpieces. His live act is a hypnotic blend of nostalgia and innovation, a sonic time warp where Unknown Pleasures meet modern melancholy. If the idea of standing shoulder to shoulder with fellow disciples of the Manchester sound isn't enough to lure you out of your apartment, consider this - they're rumored to be bringing an obscure B-side setlist that reads like a treasure map of lost 80s gems. You might say it's like seeing the ghost of Ian Curtis resurrected...but somehow cooler.
Dive headfirst into the neon-soaked vortex of Ravefurrest, the sonic equivalent of your favorite underground zine brought to life. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental rite of passage where pulsating synths and guttural basslines collide in a beautifully chaotic symphony. Outset's iconic standing-room-only venue transforms into a kaleidoscope of sound and sensation, a playground for those bold enough to embrace the untamed. With an 18+ age restriction, the night promises a raw, unfiltered experience fueled by youthful recklessness and the kind of ID checks that separate the posers from the pioneers. There's no turning back once you step in — no re-entry means you're committing to a night that promises to be as fleeting and unforgettable as a blur of scenes from a cult classic film. Tickets are limited to six per person, so grab your crew and prepare for a night that promises to be the stuff of whispered legends.
In the heart of the city’s neon jungle, Vicetone is set to electrify the night with a sonic storm that promises to shatter the mundane and elevate your soul. This isn’t just another gig; it’s a pilgrimage for the audibly adventurous, a rendezvous for those who live on the cutting edge of sound. Leave your inhibitions at the door and step into a realm where basslines pulsate like your heartbeat and melodies weave through the air like forbidden whispers. The night is young, the vibe is palpable, and your ticket is the key to an unforgettable experience that defies the ordinary. Forget the resale roulette—snag your golden pass through TicketWeb or TIXR and ensure your place in this exclusive nocturnal narrative. Dress to impress, because the only thing cooler than the music will be the crowd you’re rubbing shoulders with. Don’t let your future self wish you’d been there—be there.
Tchami is descending on the scene like a holy presence at a neon-lit rave, and you won't want to miss the sermon. Imagine the pulsating beats of the future house pioneer echoing through a sea of swaying bodies, each glistening with the glow of life's nocturnal mysteries. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage for the music-savvy souls who find solace in bass drops and ethereal synths. Forget your mundane Monday to Friday routine—this is where the real week begins. Embrace the cashless utopia of the venue, where your only currency is the rhythm that courses through your veins. And remember, this is a strictly 21+ affair; we're talking bona fide adulting with a side of hedonistic euphoria. So grab your crew, snag those legit tickets from TicketWeb or TIXR, and prepare to get lost in the sonic baptism you didn't know you needed. This is where your FOMO is born, and trust us, you don’t want to be the one reading about it later.
Day Trip feat. Loco Dice, Archie Hamilton
Clear your calendar and crank up the anticipation because Day Trip is about to redefine what your weekend plans should look like. With the techno titan Loco Dice and the groove guru Archie Hamilton taking the decks, this gig promises a sonic journey that'll make your Spotify playlists feel like elevator music. Imagine pulsating beats reverberating through a cashless haven, where the only thing between you and euphoria is the dance floor. Forget those tiresome ticketing hiccups—get your legit access via TicketWeb or TIXR, and make sure your ID matches, or you'll be left at the door with nothing but regrets. Dress to express, or invoke the ire of the fashion gods—this isn't just a party, it's a pilgrimage for the aurally enlightened. Trust us, you'd rather post stories from the inside than watch them unfold on your feed.
Nora En Pure at North Beer Garden @ Navy Pier
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.
ISAIAH RASHAD: Lil Sunny's Awful Road Trip
Isaiah Rashad's Lil Sunny's Awful Road Trip tour is rolling into town, and trust me, this is the kind of cosmic pitstop your existential ennui needs. Imagine a road trip where the mixtape is a live confessional, and every track is a Polaroid of youth's bittersweet chaos. Rashad is the poet laureate of the lost and found generation, spinning narratives that hit like the first sip of lukewarm beer on a rooftop at sunset. Expect a sonic journey through Southern fried neo-soul, narrative rap, and experimental beats that could only have been brewed in the most avant-garde corners of the collective consciousness. With an energy that oscillates between introspective and incendiary, this gig promises to be a kaleidoscope of vibes that will make your Spotify history look embarrassingly pedestrian. So grab your coolest thrifted threads and prep your Insta story; this is the night you’ll want to remember when you’re bragging to your future kids about the time you truly lived.
Get those irons up, indie kids. BABYMETAL WORLD TOUR 2026 is thundering into town like a black-clad kawaii behemoth, effortlessly smashing through the brittle boundaries of genre. If you've been half-awake in the echo-chamber of the indie scene, you'll know that these powerhouse performers have been making seismic waves. This isn't your dorm-room indie; it's a ferocious blend of J-Pop and heavy metal that's as breathlessly high-octane as it is bafflingly catchy. Forget 4-chord jangles from the guy next door; BABYMETAL delivers synchronized dance routines, pyrotechnic guitar solos, and a sound so big it might just swallow you whole. Consider this your clarion call to break from the monotony of the lo-fi humdrum. BABYMETAL doesn't just blur the lines; they obliterate them. So, will you stay comfortably numb in your echo chamber, or strap in for the wild, whiplash ride of the BABYMETAL WORLD TOUR 2026? Either way, remember: no one ever wrote a song about the ones who play it safe.
Dub Club Presents: Clinton Fearon & Boogie Brown Band (21+)
Distant Matter: 'Vivid Nostalgia - Phase II'
Nestled in the heartbeat of the city's underground, DISTANT MATTER is set to launch ‘VIVID NOSTALGIA - PHASE II,’ the next evolution of their kaleidoscopic journey through sound and memory. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic séance where past and future collide in a haze of dreamy synths and otherworldly visuals. Picture yourself in a sweat-drenched basement, the bassline pulsing like a shared secret among those in-the-know, while the band weaves a tapestry of sound that's equal parts euphoria and introspection. It's the kind of night where the boundary between artist and audience dissolves, leaving only the raw, electric connection that feels like a fleeting, yet eternal, moment in time. For those who crave more than just the music – who seek transcendence wrapped in reverb – missing this would be like skipping out on the genesis of something unforgettable. This is the pulse of the indie scene, the essence of cool distilled into one unmissable night.
Hypnotique Presents: Sway Festival - DAY 1
Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic tapestry of Sway Festival, where the soundwaves feel like a warm hug from your coolest vinyl collection. On September 5th, the doors swing open to Hypnotique's Day 1 lineup, a smorgasbord of auditory delights that’ll make even the most seasoned music connoisseur salivate. Ringo Deathstarr headlines with their signature shoegaze blitz—an aural kaleidoscope that’s as dizzying as it is divine. But don’t sleep on the undercard: Launder’s ethereal dreamscapes are perfect for losing yourself in a haze, while Smush’s lo-fi charm and Misfire SD’s post-punk punch will keep your heart racing all night. At just $30 in advance, it’s cheaper than your cold brew habit and twice as electrifying. Whether you’re a basement gig regular or a festival virgin, this is the night your Instagram stories will thank you for. Snag a 2-day pass and let Sway Festival become your weekend pilgrimage.
Prepare yourselves, because Venjent is about to detonate the indie scene with a sonic boom that no amount of earplugs can mute. This is the kind of dance-in-a-dark-room-and-forget-your-existence experience that your cooler-than-thou playlist has been missing. Taking over Outset, the temple of all things underground and unforgettable, Venjent brings a sound that's like if My Bloody Valentine and Tame Impala had a lovechild raised by Aphex Twin. The venue's standing room only, so flex those thrifted sneakers and get ready to lose yourself in a sea of vibes and vinyl junkies. With a no re-entry policy, your only mission is to stay inside and let the beats wash over you like the thrift store glitter you know too well. Grab your ticket—a precious artifact with a strict six-piece limit—and hold onto it like your last roll of expired film. Don't say we didn't warn you; miss this, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone cooler than you.
Mustard Service, Pity Party (Girls Club), Manwolves , Chicano Mosh
Imagine a night where the groove is so irresistible, even your Doc Martens can’t resist tapping along. Mustard Service kicks things off with their Miami-infused, sun-drenched indie vibes, perfect for anyone who wishes they were sipping cold brew by the beach. Then, Pity Party (Girls Club) takes the stage, bringing a raw, unapologetic mix of punk energy and introspective lyrics that feel like your teenage diary had a glow-up. Manwolves, the genre-bending Chicago collective, will have you questioning why you ever pigeonholed bands in the first place as they effortlessly blend hip-hop, jazz, and rock into one seamless soundscape. And just when you think you've caught your breath, Chicano Mosh delivers a high-octane, culturally rich set that turns the venue into a frenetic dance floor, making you forget the world outside even exists. With this lineup, Bottom Lounge is the only place to be on May 21st. Don't let the scalpers, scammers, or delayed tickets stop you—just make sure you're there. Trust me, your future self will thank you.
Black Marble with Public Circuit and Jimmy Cicero
Lock the coordinates to Echo Park, because Black Marble is serving up a sonic kaleidoscope that's worth the ride. This ain't your average synth-pop set—Chris Stewart, the maestro behind the moniker, is about to drop his third album, Bigger Than Life, spun from the threads of his new L.A. life. Think Skid Row desperation meets rising glass districts, all pulsating to the beat of syncopated drums and staccato arpeggios. Stewart's journey, from the tiny stores of Echo to the mountainous skyline he gazes at from his downtown studio, is going to bleed into every note. This is a synth-pop response to L.A.'s cacophony, an audible map of the city that's as captivating as it is unapologetically raw. And with Public Circuit and Jimmy Cicero bringing their own electric energy to the mix, this is one trip you can't afford to miss. Don't let the FOMO hit you when the echoes of this night resonate through the indie scene. Get on board.
Prepare to have your eardrums dismantled and your cynicism obliterated because Nitzer Ebb is crashing into the scene like a sonic freight train. The legendary progenitors of EBM are emerging from the shadowy depths of the '80s industrial underworld to deliver a performance that's less concert and more ritualistic rebirth. Set in a gritty, undisclosed warehouse where the walls sweat history, their pulsating beats and militant anthems will make even your ennui start dancing. This is your chance to experience a visceral soundscape that redefines raw energy and pure adrenaline. Miss it, and you'll just have to keep pretending that your Spotify playlist is enough. But let's be real—it isn't.
If you’ve been sleeping on Tonic Walter, it’s time to put your ear to the underground railroad of indie genius and wake the hell up. On September 5th, the Moroccan Lounge becomes the epicenter of your next musical epiphany. Tonic Walter, with their kaleidoscopic blend of psychedelic rock and post-punk edges sharper than your ex’s Instagram captions, will transport you to a dimension where shoegaze guitars wail like banshees and synths shimmer like a desert mirage at golden hour. This is the sound of now, distilled in a way that makes $25 in advance feel like the steal of the century (and $30 at the door feel like a call to destiny). The night is 21+ because, let's face it, you’ll need a cocktail in hand to fully appreciate the sonic landscapes that Tonic Walter effortlessly conjures. Doors at 9:30 – because you’re not going to want to miss a single note. Don't be the last one to catch the wave; this is going to be one of those "I was there" moments you'll be name-dropping at every dive bar for decades.
Alan Walker is about to redefine your playlist and make you rethink the meaning of "live music experience." This isn’t just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage into the heart of electronic alchemy. Ditch the mainstream monotony and dive headfirst into a world where basslines are bold, synths are sizzling, and every beat drop is a shared secret amongst the music-savvy elite. Picture it: a room full of those in-the-know, losing themselves to Walker's transcendent tracks, each one a masterclass in genre-blending brilliance. With a strict no-nonsense policy on ticketing and an age limit that ensures the vibe remains electric and elevated, this is where you want to be to witness the future of EDM. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR—because this is one night you won’t fake your way into. Don’t let the chance to be part of this exclusive euphoria slip away; grab your crew, embrace the cashless cool, and prepare to have your expectations shattered in the best way possible.
Get ready to transcend the mundane, because Flux Pavilion is about to electrify your nightlife with a sonic boom of bass-heavy beats and ethereal melodies. This is the kind of gig that separates the casuals from the connoisseurs, where epic drops meet cosmic vibes, and the energy is palpable enough to light up a small city. It's a 21+ affair, so leave the fake IDs at home and prepare to groove with your fellow dance floor disciples in an atmosphere that promises nothing short of euphoric escapism. Forget about FOMO—this is the event that's going to haunt your dreams and redefine what it means to truly live in the moment. But remember, no shady ticket hustlers here; it's all about getting in through TicketWeb & TIXR. So snag your spot, dress to impress, and get ready to melt into a night that you’ll be bragging about until next festival season.
Day Trip feat. PIV Takeover: Gaskin, Prunk, Robbie Doherty, Kellie Allen
Dive headfirst into the electric haze of Day Trip as the PIV collective takes over with a lineup that's the auditory equivalent of a neon-lit alleyway. Gaskin, Prunk, Robbie Doherty, and Kellie Allen are set to spin the decks and twist your perception of what a night out can be. This isn't just another night at a cashless venue—it's an odyssey through soundscapes that flirt with the edges of house and techno, curated by those who live at the cutting edge of the genre. Forget the resellers and snag your ticket from the source, because the only way into this sonic sanctuary is through TicketWeb or TIXR. Don't get left scrolling through stories of the night that everyone will be talking about next week. It's time to step into the rhythm and let the music move you somewhere unexpected.
Hypnotique Presents: Sway Festival - DAY 2
The Rasmus, Saint Agnes, Death Valley Dreams
The Rasmus, Saint Agnes, and Death Valley Dreams are about to set Bottom Lounge ablaze with a night of sonic revelry that you'll kick yourself for missing. The Rasmus have been the silent architects of your existential teenage angst, and now they're ready to remind you why you scribbled their lyrics on your Converse. Meanwhile, Saint Agnes is here to resurrect your soul with a raw, gritty edge that feels like a baptism in distortion. And Death Valley Dreams? They're the underdogs of your dream journal, weaving synth-laden soundscapes that haunt as much as they hypnotize. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for the pure-hearted and the perpetually nostalgic. Tickets drop soon, and remember, you're too cool to be scammed. Secure your passage to this auditory utopia and let FOMO be a stranger. See you in the crowd, where the real magic happens.
Balloon Museum | EmotionAir - Art You Can Feel - Chicago
Get ready to redefine your sonic boundaries with Balloon Museum's EmotionAir show. This isn't your average Friday night gig—it's a full-blown, sensory-overload-inducing art installation where music isn't just heard, it is felt. Literally. Trust us when we say, it's like nothing you've experienced before. Coming to us straight from Chicago’s vibrant experimental scene, Balloon Museum is known for pushing the envelope with genre-bending soundscapes. From ambient shoegaze to pulsating synthpop, they weave a rich tapestry of sonic textures that will leave you questioning where the music ends and you begin. And that’s just the audible part. The EmotionAir experience is designed to synchronize your senses, creating a mind-melting fusion of light, sound, and emotion that tears down the barriers between the band and the audience. So, if you're tired of the same old dive bar sets and predictable headline acts, Balloon Museum's EmotionAir is your antidote. Grab your earplugs, open your mind, and prepare to dive into the depths of musical abstraction. FOMO warning: This is the kind of left-field spectacle that will flood your Instagram feeds and haunt your dreams if you miss it. Don't be that guy.
Get ready to be schooled in sonic transcendence as PRESIDENT takes the stage this Friday. This isn't just another gig—it's a full-on baptism into the avant-garde. Imagine if David Byrne and St. Vincent had a lovechild who grew up idolizing Grimes and cut their teeth on the underground circuit. PRESIDENT's fusion of pulsating synths with gritty guitar riffs will have you questioning your entire Spotify library. Their latest single "Hyperreal" is already the stuff of indie legend, dripping with cosmic vibes and existential musings that linger long after the last note fades. If you're not at this show, you're missing out on future "I-was-there-before-they-were-cool" bragging rights. So ditch the Netflix and don your best thrift-store threads—this is the gig that'll make the stories worth telling.
Brandon Curtis (Interpol) and Jesse Beaman
Alright, fellow sonic explorers and connoisseurs of the cool, get ready to mark your calendars for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as the first time you heard that secret demo from your favorite band. On the docket, we have the legendary Brandon Curtis of Interpol fame, who cut his teeth in the iconic NYC scene with Secret Machines—a band so revered, even Bowie himself gave them a celestial nod. He’s teaming up with the dexterous Jesse Beaman, a globe-trotting maestro who's crafted soundscapes alongside indie royalty and lit up stages with the likes of KAZU and CocoRosie. This duo is set to weave a tapestry of sound that could make even the most hardened audiophile’s heart skip a beat. So, ditch the Netflix queue and come lose yourself in the kind of live music that reminds you why you ever got obsessed with this scene in the first place. Doors at 8, show at 9—21 and up because this isn't just any gig, it's a rite of passage.
Clear your calendar and dust off your favorite vintage band tee because Added Color and Lavisher are about to deliver an unforgettable sonic rendezvous that your future self will thank you for attending. Added Color, with their electrifying fusion of alt-rock and post-grunge intensity, will flood your senses like a long-lost '90s mixtape rediscovered in your childhood bedroom. Meanwhile, Lavisher's atmospheric soundscapes will have you floating in a dreamlike state that feels both familiar and refreshingly new, like finding a hidden track on an album you thought you knew. Expect an unannounced special guest that promises to turn this night into the stuff of indie legend. Missing this is like skipping the secret show where your favorite band played their entire unreleased album—don’t be that person.
If you've been searching for a transcendent escape from the urban grind, look no further than Plantasia TWO DAY PASS—an oasis of sound and serenity that's cooler than your latest thrifted vinyl. This year, Sacred Bones and Empty Bottle have conjured a sonic Eden at the Garfield Park Conservatory, where the lush greenery is more than just a backdrop—it’s an essential collaborator. Across two days, let Helado Negro’s dreamy vibes melt away your worries, while Makaya McCraven’s beats pulse through the foliage like a hidden heartbeat. Between organic synth landscapes from Elori Saxl and Henry Solomon and the atmospheric grooves of Green-House, you’ll find yourself rooted in the here and now. Every performance is a reminder that life grows in the quietly radical spaces where ambient, electronic, and the unexpected mingle. Plus, just knowing a portion of proceeds supports the Mort Garson estate means your presence grows something lasting. Dive in, tune out, and let the music photosynthesize your soul. Trust us, this is the kind of FOMO your future self will thank you for dodging.
Plantasia - Day 1 with Helado Tropical (Helado Negro and Reyna Tropical) / James K / Gigi Masin / Elori Saxl and Henry Solomon +more
If your idea of nirvana involves vibing out to the celestial hum of ambient soundscapes while nestled in a verdant paradise, then Plantasia is your personal Garden of Eden. This isn't just another festival; it's a sonic pilgrimage happening at the legendary Garfield Park Conservatory, where Helado Negro and Reyna Tropical will weave their melodic tapestry under a canopy of lush greenery. Imagine Gigi Masin's hypnotic tunes echoing through the foliage while you sip on artisanal kombucha that probably has its own Instagram account. Add James K's experimental flair and Elori Saxl's serene collaborations with Henry Solomon, and you've got a lineup that reads like a who's who of the avant-garde cosmos. Sacred Bones and Empty Bottle are co-hosting this botanical bonanza, so you know it's legit. Oh, and did we mention that your ticket does more than just grant you access to this leafy utopia? Part of the proceeds tip the hat to the Mort Garson estate, paying homage to the synth wizard who started it all. Basically, if you miss this, you're missing the chance to become one with the music, the plants, and maybe even yourself.
Prepare your glittering dance moves and get ready to vibe, because Jungle is swinging through on their World Tour 2026, and you absolutely can't afford to miss it. The masters of modern funk are teaming up with Ticketmaster's Face Value Exchange to ensure your path to groovy enlightenment doesn’t come with a scalper's surcharge. Say goodbye to price-gouging FOMO and hello to pure, unadulterated dance floor bliss. Sure, a few states might try to play spoiler, but even in New York and Illinois, Ticketmaster's got your back. It's the ultimate peace of mind for the indie concert connoisseur who believes in fair play and cosmic grooves. Whether you're catching them in a legendary venue or a hidden gem of a dive, Jungle's electrifying performance will echo in your soul like the best basement gig you never wanted to end.
Picture this: You, a relic from the digital age, standing in the timeless embrace of a 1931 Masonic Lodge, where every creak of the wooden floors whispers secrets of the past. Cold Cave is set to resurrect the dark, throbbing heart of post-punk with their hauntingly gorgeous "CREMATIONS" set, orchestrated for a night of sonic alchemy. It's a place where synths glint like moonlight on tombstones, and Wesley Eisold's baritone wraps around you like a long-lost lover. Forget the elevator pitches—your only ascent here is up the grand staircase, each step a passage into a sacred ritual of sound and shadow. With the stakes this high and tickets as scarce as a Morrissey smile, you'd better be ready to snag your spot at this ephemeral altar. Don't just read about it on Reddit—live it, breathe it, let it consume you. This isn't just another gig; it's the indie scene's answer to transcendence.
If your idea of a rager is more distortion pedals than disco balls, Cold Waves Los Angeles Night 1 is where your soul needs to be. Think of it as a sonic séance summoning the spirit of Factory Records, with a lineup that's a love letter to your leather jacket-wearing, synth-obsessed alter ego. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically adventurous—a communion of darkwave, post-punk, and industrial soundscapes that'll have you questioning your loyalties to any other genre. The echoes of the underground are calling, and this is your chance to bask in the reverb-drenched glow of an unmissable night. Get ready to lose yourself in a haze of smoke machines and strobe lights while some of the scene's most electrifying acts remind you why you're obsessed with the beautifully chaotic dance between analog grit and digital dreams. If you're not there, you're just not living.
Drift away from the monotony of the mainstream, surrender to the siren call of Yacht Rock Revue's Primetime. Watch as they transform the stage into a seafaring soiree that's as smooth as the ocean at sunrise. It's a night that promises to combine the soul-soothing vibes of your dad's favorite radio station with the raw energy of a punk rock show. Expect a voyage through the velvety vocals and slick harmonies that defined a generation, delivered by a band that somehow manages to make the uncool, uber cool. It's nostalgia with a twist, a rebel yell wrapped in a soft rock shell. Break out that sailor hat and let Yacht Rock Revue rock you like a gentle, undulating sea.
Prescott Nile’s The Knack with Gene Loves Jezebel
Prepare your senses for a collision of sonic nostalgia and modern indie swagger. Prescott Nile’s The Knack are hitting the stage with a bolt of electric urgency, reviving the infectious hooks and cheeky charisma that made them legends. But wait, there’s more: Gene Loves Jezebel is bringing their brooding post-punk allure, ready to hypnotize with those timeless, shadowy anthems. This isn’t just a concert; it’s a time-warped pilgrimage where new-wave romantics and garage-pop rebels unite in gritty harmony. Expect a night of unapologetic, wall-to-wall sound that’ll have even the most aloof scenesters digging out their vintage band tees and regretting that missed thrift store haul. If you’re looking for the heartbeat of the underground, this is your ticket to ride.
If your weekend plans don't include Mina's Flow State Tour at the Echoplex, you're about to make the gravest misstep of your social calendar. This isn't just another gig; it's an existential journey through soundscapes crafted by the indie scene's newest darlings. Imagine getting lost in a kaleidoscope of synths and soaring vocals that echo the raw energy of a basement show while capturing the polished mystique of studio wizardry. Mina's live set promises an alchemical blend of ethereal melodies and earth-shattering beats—it's like if Grimes and Tame Impala had a sonic lovechild raised on DIY ethos. Whether you're vibing to their latest tracks or relishing in the curated chaos of their stage presence, one thing's for sure: missing this is a cultural faux pas that could haunt your cool cred for seasons. So, lace up your Doc Martens, grab your vintage windbreaker, and prepare to lose yourself at 1154 Glendale Blvd. This is where indie dreams come alive.
Brace yourselves, indie aficionados—Rules is about to set the Moroccan Lounge ablaze, and you definitely want a front-row seat to this sonic wildfire. September 11, 2026, isn’t just another date to scribble in your Moleskine; it’s the night your playlists will feel obsolete. Doors swing open at 9:30pm, but don’t be fashionably late—trust me, you’ll want every second of their electrifying set. With a vibe that’s equal parts post-punk grit and ethereal dream-pop, Rules crafts soundscapes that could make even the ghosts of CBGB sigh with envy. At $20 a pop (both in advance and at the door), it’s a bargain for an auditory experience that might just redefine your summer soundtrack. So, dust off your worn-in Docs, grab your coolest crew, and prepare to lose yourself in a night where music and magic blur into something unforgettable. The only rule? Don’t miss it.
With an enticing blend of electro-pop and raw vulnerability, Robyn is set to bring her 'Sexistential Tour' to our grungy city. This isn't just another chilled-out house set - expect a cathartic journey through the human condition, punctuated by pounding beats and bold synth lines. Remember that time in 2010 when you couldn't escape "Dancing On My Own"? This is like that, but instead of dancing alone in your bedroom, you're on a sweaty dancefloor, surrounded by bodies moving in the same intoxicating rhythm. Robyn doesn't just perform; she orchestrates a transformative experience that makes you question your existence and then dance it off. Miss this, and you're not just missing a gig—you're missing a seminal moment in your pop culture education.
Dive into the dark synth underbelly of Cold Waves Los Angeles Night 2, where nostalgia meets the neon-lit now. This isn't just another night out—it's a pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of the analog. Think pulsating beats that mirror the city’s heartbeat, and shadowy melodies that echo through dimly lit venues where secrets are currency. It’s a who's who of the post-punk revival, with acts that straddle the line between yesterday’s angst and tomorrow’s soundscapes. Whether you're in it for the moody basslines or the eerie synths that twist around like a fever dream, this is the night your Instagram was made for. Miss it and risk being left in the silence of your own ennui.
Oskar med K, the enigmatic hyphenate of the contemporary underground scene, is gracing the stage once more in an 18+ event that promises to ensnare the senses. The maestro who straddles the line between experimental electro and aching indie, Oskar crafts a sonic tapestry that is both an arena for anarchic euphoria and a haven for the melancholic at heart. If you're yearning for a night where the bass throbs in your ribcage and lyrics seep into your consciousness, this is your siren call. Be prepared to shed your ennui and embrace the beautiful chaos that is Oskar med K.
Big Gigantic 360° w/ Special Guest: STELLER
Prepare to have your senses shattered and your expectations exceeded at Big Gigantic 360°, the event where sonic exploration meets visual ecstasy. It’s not just a concert; it’s a full-body experience that begs you to leave your jaded shell at the door. With special guest STELLER in the mix, expect a night that fuses pulsating beats with immersive light shows, creating a kaleidoscopic journey through soundscapes that defy gravity. This is where your Instagram stories get their glow-up, and your playlists find their new obsessions. Your ticket isn't just an entry; it’s a passport to the kind of night people will still be whispering about in the back alleys of the indie scene long after the last note fades. Don't let your only interaction with this event be through the blurry lens of someone else's stories. Secure your spot, grab your crew, and let Big Gigantic remind you why live music is the lifeblood of cool. Just remember, this isn’t for the under-21 squad or the faint-hearted. See you under the strobes, if you dare.
This Friday, let your ennui take a backseat, because Jason Ross is about to set the indie scene ablaze. Known for crafting sonic landscapes that feel like a lucid dream on vinyl, Ross is the kind of artist who can make a cavernous venue feel like a secret show in your best friend's basement. Expect a rhapsody of beats that’ll transport you to a neon-hued world where shoegaze guitars and synthpop textures collide in a kaleidoscope of sound. Trust me, you don't want to be the only one scrolling through blurry Instagram stories wishing you were there. Grab your coolest thrifted jacket and get ready to lose yourself in a night where the bass reverberates in your chest and every note feels like a conversation between Ross and your soul. Don’t sleep on it—this is the kind of gig that future you will brag about having witnessed.
Listen up, cultural connoisseurs: this weekend, the Navy Pier Open Air is about to get a seismic jolt of sonic bliss, courtesy of Hugel. If you're not already familiar with this Parisian maestro, consider this your wake-up call. Hugel's beats are like a mischievous love child of electro and deep house, birthing tracks that flirt with your soul and seduce your senses. Imagine a dance floor where Daft Punk, Disclosure, and your coolest friend’s Spotify playlist are having a rager, and you’re halfway there. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an odyssey into the heartbeat of the EDM underground. Hugel doesn’t just play music; he curates an atmosphere, a vibe so infectious it could turn even the most cynical scenester into a full-blown dance disciple. And let’s be real, your meticulously curated Insta feed is thirsty for some authentic, unfiltered joy that can only come from losing yourself in the music beneath the stars. So ditch the Netflix and whatever pretentious plans you had because this is the kind of night you’ll reminisce about at afterparties for years to come. Get there, or forever pine in the purgatory of FOMO.
Get ready to dive headfirst into the mosh pit of your dreams. NON SERVIUM is storming through like a raging bull from the streets of Spain, bringing with them a raw, unfiltered surge of punk and Oi! energy. This isn't just another gig; it's an international punk pilgrimage. Share the sweat and screams with the likes of QLOAQA LETAL and ANIMALES MUERTOS, alongside Mexican maestros ACIDEZ and Colombian rebels IRA. With each riff and roar, these bands are stitching a tapestry of rebellion that stretches from Madrid to Medellín. Doors swing open at 5:30 PM, welcoming all ages into a haven where respect for the scene runs as deep as the bass lines. Leave your attitude at the door but bring your loudest voice and your most worn-in Docs. If you’re rolling in with a crew, snag a VIP table and live like punk royalty—just remember, this isn’t your average bottle service. Ride-share your way to this sonic melee and prepare for a night where every slam, chant, and guitar shred is a declaration of freedom. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through FOMO-inducing stories of a night that could've been yours. Punk isn't dead; it's just getting started.
Slide into the sonic embrace of Tinlicker as they touch down on their 2026 North American tour, igniting House of Blues Chicago with their crystalline beats and ethereal synths. This isn't just a concert; it's an immersive experience that promises to elevate your senses and potentially alter your very concept of reality. With doors unlocking at 7PM and the auditory journey commencing at 7:45PM, this is the perfect chance to lose yourself in the hypnotic waves of progressive house that Tinlicker conjures like sonic alchemists. Remember, this one's for those aged 17 and up, so secure that non-expired ID and embrace the standing room vibe—because intimacy with the music is what it's all about. Keep your plans fluid, as support acts are the wild cards in this deck; whoever takes the stage, rest assured they’ll complement the headliners' magic with their own flair. Want to take your night to the next level? Explore the upgraded experience via the link—because who doesn't want a peek behind the velvet curtain? This is not just a gig; it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims to "get" the indie scene.
If you're not making a beeline to the House of Blues Chicago this Friday, what exactly are you doing with your life? POiSON GiRL FRiEND is about to unfurl a sonic tapestry that feels like the love child of a dream you once had while drifting to My Bloody Valentine and a feverish night with your favorite underground zine. With doors swinging open at 7PM, this is your chance to dive into a vortex of synth-drenched euphoria and moody, introspective lyrics that cut straight to the existential core. And let's be real—why would you want to miss a night where the only thing standing between you and musical nirvana is a valid photo ID? Plus, with the House of Blues’ signature standing room vibe, you'll be free to sway, swoon, and succumb to the shimmering waves of sound without the constraints of a seat. This isn't just a gig; it's the kind of cultural moment that'll have you name-dropping in hushed tones for years to come. Get ready to upgrade your cool factor—or at least your Instagram feed.
Morrissey Warm Up Show Ft. the Handsome Devilz
Clear your Friday night, because Morrissey is descending upon the indie underworld with a clandestine warm-up show that's sure to be the stuff of legend. Kicking off at our favorite haunt, this gig will be more than just an audience with the pope of mope—it's a pilgrimage for the discerning few who scoff at the mainstream. Opening the night are The Handsome Devilz, the ultimate Moz tribute band that’s been resurrecting the spirit of ’84 Manchester with an authenticity that would make even the steeliest Smiths purist shed a single, perfectly timed tear. Their set is practically a rite of passage, a reminder of why we still buy into the charm of those melancholic melodies. This is your chance to catch Morrissey in a setting as intimate as his lyrics are introspective, where every strummed chord and whispered lyric feels like it's delivered personally to you. Expect deep cuts and maybe a curveball or two that’ll have you rushing to update your most niche Spotify playlist. Don’t miss out—this is the kind of night you'll brag about to your future kids or, at the very least, in your next meticulously curated Instagram story.
Lágrimas is about to hit 1720 like a lightning bolt, and if you've been anywhere near the pulse of the indie scene, you know this is the night to be all in. Subcutaneous Ink is curating this sonic rendezvous, promising an electrifyingly raw set from the underground's next big thing. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of sounds, from ethereal synth layers that melt into gritty guitar riffs, to vocals so haunting they'll echo in your head long after you've left the venue. This isn't just another gig—it's a rite of passage for those in the know. With an all-ages invite, the crowd will be a multi-generational melting pot, where seasoned vinyl collectors vibe alongside the TikTok tastemakers. And if you're feeling a little extra, snag a VIP table and sip like the rock royalty you are. Remember, this is a ride-share kind of night—because no one wants to worry about parking when there's history to witness. Set the tone for your September and carve out this moment in your memory; Lágrimas is not just a band, they're an experience.
If you're not already drooling over Chanel Beads, you're about to be. This eclectic quintet is the sonic lovechild of your dreamiest shoegaze fantasies and the kind of synthpop that echoes through a neon-soaked night in Bushwick. Their live shows are known for transforming jaded souls into blissed-out devotees, and this all-ages gig at Outset promises to be no exception. With a reputation for turning a room into a euphoric mosh pit of swirling melodies and ethereal vocals, missing this is like skipping your grandma's secret pie recipe. And remember, there’s no re-entry, so pack your best dancing shoes and leave your cynicism at the door. Get ready to have your indie cred card stamped with the coolest gig of the season.
Plug into an electric evening with Hulvey on the "Could Be Tonight" Tour, slicing through the mediocrity of your usual Tuesday like a neon laser beam. This gig, set at the legendary House of Blues Chicago, is not just a show—it's a communal bath in soundwaves and shared sweat, where Hulvey will be pushing buttons, boundaries, and beats as he pilots us through the intricate landscapes of his sonic universe. Doors crack open at 6PM—a portal to an alternate dimension where time is measured in heartbeats and bass drops. We’re not talking about any velvet-roped, VIP lounge nonsense here. No, this is a standing-room-only affair, a battleground of bouncing bodies and thumping anthems. The music kicks off at 7PM sharp: an all-ages, genre-bending trip underscored by Hulvey's signature blend of kaleidoscopic melodies and razor-sharp rhymes. Forget about support acts for now—their names are as mutable as your Spotify Discover playlist. Focus instead on the main event, on this opportunity to upgrade your whole existence, not just your ticket. All roads lead to this moment, this night, this place. So, ditch the boredom, seize the night—this could be the concert that redefines you.
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.
Clear your calendar, because SOFI TUKKER is doing more than just melting faces with their jungle-pop beats—they're putting their paws where their heart is. In an event that screams "party with a purpose," the dynamic duo is bringing their Animal Talk tour to a venue near you, and they're rolling deep with their friends at PLUS1. For every ticket you grab to lose yourself in their kinetic, kaleidoscopic world, you're also throwing a bone (and a buck) to local animal shelters across North America. Expect their signature mix of effervescent energy, genre-blending bangers, and enough good vibes to light up even the most cynical soul. So lace up your dancing shoes, adopt a new best friend, and prepare to ride the wave of euphoria that is SOFI TUKKER. Don't sleep on it—you'll only have yourself to blame if you miss out on this neon-tinged nirvana.
Prepare to have your existential ennui vaporized, because jigitz is about to recalibrate your coolness meter. This isn't just another night at your favorite sweat-drenched dive; it's a transcendental experience where lo-fi charisma meets high-octane soundscapes. Jigitz, the enigmatic outfit that’s been the hushed-up secret of the underground, is set to electrify the stage with their genre-defying brew of post-punk riffs, glitchy synths, and lyrics that read like a love letter to your favorite zine. This is the band that your favorite band's favorite band has on repeat. If you're looking to be part of the in-crowd's latest obsession, grab your ticket, grab a craft beer, and prepare to have your world flipped—upside down and inside out.
Oskar med K is set to detonate the indie soundscape this Saturday night, turning your usual existential ennui into a visceral dancefloor epiphany. If you've been lurking in the shadows of the underground scene, waiting for something to jolt you back to life, this is it. With their genre-defying blend of Scandinavian dream pop and post-punk grit, Oskar med K is the sonic equivalent of stumbling upon a secret rooftop party just as the sun starts to bleed into the New York skyline. Imagine gazing into the abyss and finding it staring back with a knowing wink and a killer guitar riff. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through Instagram stories, pretending you're not dying inside. So, grab your most ironic band tee and meet us there—where the music is loud, the crowd is lit, and the vibe is eternally now.
Marcel Dettmann, Sol Ortega, Perel, John Bryars
Get ready to ditch your Spotify algorithm for a night and dive headfirst into a soundscape curated by some of the most forward-thinking artists in the scene. Kicking off with Berghain titan Marcel Dettmann, who’s set to deliver a techno sermon that’ll make you question all those late-night YouTube rabbit holes. Sol Ortega will follow, weaving her Buenos Aires magic with hypnotic beats that defy the laws of gravity. Then there's Perel, whose cosmic disco vibes are your ticket to an interstellar dancefloor where synths reign supreme. And just when you think you’ve hit the peak, John Bryars will take you on a sonic detour with his genre-blurring beats that might just redefine your musical palate. Forget your plans for the weekend, this is where you'll find the heartbeat of the underground. But remember, this isn't a kids’ playdate—21+ only, so leave the undergrad ID at home. Tickets are as exclusive as that limited edition vinyl you’re still hunting for, so snag yours through TicketWeb or TIXR before they're relics in someone else’s digital cart. This is the night your future self will thank you for.
LSR/CITY X by Gareth Emery (18 and Over with Valid Government ID)
If your soul yearns for a night where pulsating beats and ethereal synths wrap your senses in a kaleidoscope of sound, then LSR/CITY X by Gareth Emery is your siren call. Emery, the maestro of melodic euphoria, is crafting an experience that transcends mere concert-going. Picture this: a sanctuary of sound where every dropout and crescendo syncs with your heartbeat, pulling you into a dimension where the only currency is raw, unfiltered emotion. This isn't just a gig; it's a communion of the like-minded, a gathering of the nocturnal tribe where your government ID is the only gateway to transcendence. Pack your curiosity and your coolest kicks; this is a sonic pilgrimage you won't want to miss.
Ready to trade your cynicism for some unironic, nostalgia-tinged joy? Good. Weezer: The Gathering is that elusive beast that marries the kitschy with the genuinely brilliant, and it's a must-attend this season. Weezer, the nerd-rock patriarchs who need no introduction, are back in town, and they're about to riff their way through your indie apathy. Think Rivers Cuomo's eternally youthful voice, cranking out banger after banger from their deep discography that's as full of underappreciated gems as your favorite thrift store vinyl bin. Expect an offbeat crowd of flannel-clad hipsters, Gen X burnouts, and earnest Gen Z fans who just discovered "Pinkerton" last week—and love it. It's a gathering of the tribes, a crossing of the streams, a "Buddy Holly" for the 21st century. And yes, they'll probably play "Island in the Sun" and yes, you'll probably tear up a little. See you in the pit—don't forget your thick-rimmed glasses.
Igorrr is storming the stage, and if your ears haven't been blessed by their baroque-metal-breakcore fusion, it's time to recalibrate your life choices. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an avant-garde adventure into the beautifully bizarre. Imagine Bach and Aphex Twin had a lovechild that raves in the catacombs—yeah, that’s Igorrr. Expect to get sonically sucker-punched and leave questioning reality. Dust off your most eclectic outfit, because blending in is not an option here. This is the night your future self will thank you for attending, and your Instagram feed will never look cooler.
Crank your cool radar to max: Kruder & Dorfmeister are descending on our scene and they're bringing a sound that's smoother than your best friend's vintage vinyl collection. This is the duo that practically invented the coffee shop chill-out playlist before chillwave was a twinkle in Neon Indian's eye. Fresh off their latest reinvention—a soundscape you've gotta hear live to truly vibe with—this isn't just a concert; it's an aural pilgrimage. Picture it: a dimly lit room, the stage glowing with a wash of hypnotic visuals, and a crowd swaying like reeds in a sonic breeze. It's the kind of night you'll talk about in echoes, the kind where the bassline lingers in your soul long after your last sip of craft IPA. Grab your crew, dust off your coolest threads, and prepare for an expedition into the deep cuts of downtempo bliss. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it at every afterparty until the next ice age.
Dive headfirst into the swirling soundscapes of Desert Dwellers this weekend, where the echoes of shoegaze shimmer like a mirage in the desert heat and synth lines pulsate like a heartbeat through a neon-lit night. Their live shows are the stuff of legends whispered about in dimly lit basements and shared on secret Spotify playlists. With every reverb-drenched riff and hauntingly hypnotic beat, Desert Dwellers craft a sonic oasis that'll quench your thirst for something genuinely transcendent. Trust me, when the lights dim and those first notes hit, you'll realize why this band is the talk of every underground scene from San Francisco to Silver Lake. And don't sweat the logistics; they've got your back with accessible accommodations that'll ensure every note of their ethereal set reaches your soul. Consider your weekend plans made, because missing out on this is like skipping Coachella's first-ever lineup.
Lend an ear, you denizens of the underground, Teddy Swims is cutting loose on the UGLY Tour. This isn’t just another churned-out, cookie-cutter headline - this is a sonic manifesto, a liquescent fusion of soul, R&B, and that ephemeral indie vibe that has us all strung out on the fringes. Swims has been shaking up the status quo with his balmy pipes and genre-blurring audacity, reimagining classics and spinning out originals that defy the tedium of the mainstream. This isn't your run-of-the-mill gig. It's a space where raw expression meets the uncompromising grit of indie artistry. And in this climate of constant flux, it's an event committed to keeping you safe while you indulge in the cathartic melee of live music. So, park that ennui for a night, and let Teddy Swims take you on a sonic adventure that weaves through the underbelly of the indie scene and emerges, gasping and glorious, in the stratosphere of pure, unadulterated emotion.
Get ready to strut your stuff because Satin Jackets are about to transform Outset into a swirling, disco-infused daydream you won't want to miss. Think glittering synth lines and velvety beats that make you feel like you're cruising down an endless neon highway. This is an AGES 17 AND OVER affair, so bring your best dance moves and a valid ID that'll keep the bouncers happy. The vibe is strictly standing room only, so prepare to get up close and personal with strangers who might just become your next best friends—or your next great story. With a strict no re-entry policy, once you're in, you're in it for the long haul, sipping on euphoria and savoring every glimmer of this six-ticket-max event. Trust us, this isn't just a gig—it's a night you'll be reminiscing over craft coffee for months to come.
If your Spotify Discover is starting to feel like a lukewarm kombucha, it’s time to jolt your senses at the Mind Enterprises gig. Imagine Giorgio Moroder and Miami Vice had a love child raised in a neon-soaked arcade, and you’re halfway there. This isn’t just another night in the indie carousel—this is your ticket to a sonic time machine where Italo disco meets modern synth wizardry. Doors at 7:00 PM, but if you’re not there by 8:00 PM, you might as well be scrolling through your ex’s Instagram stories. It’s 17+ because some of us know that age is just a number when you’re vibing on another wavelength. Don’t sleep on this; the underground scene will have moved on by tomorrow, but tonight? Tonight is electric.
Dive into the nocturnal euphoria of Blade Rave, where the line between reality and the legendary Bloodbath rave from Blade blurs into a night of unrestrained decadence. This isn't just an event; it's a visceral experience that beckons the goths, the ravers, and the shadow-dwellers. As DJs spin a hypnotic blend of goth, techno, and house, you'll find yourself enveloped in the pulsing beat of the underworld. The GoGo dancers are ready to entice with a bite, while themed cocktails and limited-edition Blood Bags keep the energy flowing. Immerse yourself in the chaos with cosplayers and customized visuals by the hauntingly talented @deadeyesart. But beware, as the clock strikes midnight, a bloodbath erupts, drenching everything in its path—it's washable, but your memories will be stained forever. Dress to kill in goth, industrial, steampunk, or superhero cosplay and prepare for a wet, wild ride. VIPs get the royal treatment, but whether you're rocking out in the pit or sipping top-shelf spirits, this is your invitation to dance on the edge. Leave the mundane behind and embrace the ride of your afterlife. Just make sure your Uber is on speed dial, because once you're in, you won't want to leave.
Listen up, sound-surfers and beat connoisseurs: DJ Shadow is about to drop a seismic wave of sonic brilliance on your synapses. This isn’t just any set—it's a transcendental journey through the labyrinth of loops and samples that only Shadow can conjure. We're talking about a cerebral kaleidoscope where vintage vinyl whispers secrets to digital drum machines, and where the underground becomes your sanctuary. Forget the typical Friday night dive bar drudgery; this is where the real alchemy happens. If you've ever found yourself chasing the elusive dragon of musical euphoria, this is your ticket. Trust, you’ll want to be there when the needle hits the groove and the walls pulse with the collective heartbeat of the ones who truly get it.
When Amelie Lens takes the stage, it's more than just a performance—it's an alchemical experience where the lines between artist, audience, and universe blur into a singular, seismic pulse. This Belgian techno sorceress, queen of the underground, is set to elevate the decks and your consciousness with beats that throb like your existential crises and melodies that whisper secrets to your soul. Expect a night of relentless energy and transcendental rhythms that will make you question why you ever settled for anything less than a sonic baptism. Gather your fellow disciples of the deep bass and synth stardust, and prepare to witness a set that makes your favorite band sound like your dad’s cover group. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage. Miss it, and you'll be scrambling to find a replay button in a world that never had one.
Foster The People: Good Mourning Sunshine Tour
Erase every preconceived notion you've ever had about Foster The People. The "Pumped Up Kicks" maestros are back with their Good Mourning Sunshine Tour, shaking up the indie pop sphere from its mid-summer stupor. Their vibrant soundscapes and infectious hooks are poised to rip through the fabric of their previous discography, promising a sonic journey that's, well, anything but predictable. Drawing from a tapestry of influences that span from psychedelic pop to electro-rock, the band's latest tour is a kaleidoscope of genre-bending bops that will have even the most aloof hipster nodding along in reluctant approval. Sprinkled with the occasional dash of synth, a hint of lo-fi ambience, and plenty of surprises, this is Foster The People like you've never heard them before. If you've ever wanted to be part of a music revolution, this is your chance. Prepare to devour the synth-pop soundscapes, indie beats, and a new wave of sonic exploration that Foster The People are masterfully crafting. This isn't just another concert—it's a multimedia happening, a ritual of sound and vision, a psych-pop pilgrimage that you can't afford to miss.
Day Trip feat. Armand Van Helden, James Poole, Adam Auburn, Athena
Get ready to ditch your apathetic playlists and dive into a sonic wonderland as Day Trip rolls into town, serving up beats hotter than a Brooklyn rooftop in July. This isn't just another night out—it's a full-throttle ride through the electronic ether with the legendary Armand Van Helden at the helm, steering the vibe from house classics to underground bangers. Joining him are James Poole, Adam Auburn, and the ever-enigmatic Athena, each layering their own brand of magic onto the decks. This is a 21+ affair, where the only thing cooler than the beats will be the crowd. Leave your cash at home (because who needs paper when you've got plastic?), but bring your crew and inquire about those VIP sections to elevate your night from memorable to mythical. Reminder: steer clear of ticket sharks and snag your entry through TicketWeb or TIXR, because FOMO is real, and missing this would be a tragedy worthy of its own indie ballad. Dress to impress and prepare to lose yourself in a night where the only thing that matters is the music pulsating through your veins.
Two Door Cinema Club - Tourist History 15th Anniversary NYC Show
Grab your vintage band tee and get ready to time travel back to 2010. Two Door Cinema Club is bringing their indie anthem-laden debut, Tourist History, to life in NYC for an unforgettable 15th anniversary bash. This isn't just a gig; it's a celebration of that era when skinny jeans reigned supreme, and every track felt like an instant classic. Expect immersive elements that will transport you to another dimension—think strobe lights dancing like fireflies and synths that could rival your late-night playlist. It's a chance to belt out "What You Know" surrounded by a sea of kindred spirits who also had this album on repeat. Don't let your future self be haunted by the ghost of gigs missed. Secure your spot in the crowd and join the indie elites for a night that promises to be as electric as the first time you heard Alex Trimble's voice cut through a dive bar's din.
Arlo Parks, the Mercury prize laureate and voice of our generation, is dropping her sonic magic onto stages across the globe with her "Desire Tour." Following a dizzying climb to stardom, a UNICEF ambassadorship, and a couple of Grammy nods, she's now bending genres and minds with her third album, Ambiguous Desire. From the queer revelry of NYC's Paradise Garage to the shadowy UK beats of The Streets and Burial, Parks isn't just genre-hopping, she's time-traveling. Expect LCD Soundsystem-esque synth ecstasies and rootsy Theo Parrish grooves—this is an exploration of sound you won't want to miss. So leave your pretentious ennui at the door—this isn't your run-of-the-mill synthpop fair, it's Arlo Parks at her boldest, brightest, and most boundary-pushing. Get ready to have your indie sensibilities shaken, stirred, and served back with a slice of uncensored self-expression.
Get ready to witness the raw, unfiltered magic of Bolden as they rip through town on their Who You Really Are tour, dropping sonic truths like confetti at an underground rave. These alt-rock alchemists have been brewing a sound that’s like if Sonic Youth and The War on Drugs had a love child who grew up on a steady diet of James Baldwin and zine poetry. Forget the stale pretension of mainstream gigs—this is where the real revolution happens, where gritty guitar riffs and introspective lyrics collide in a beautifully chaotic dance of authenticity. Doors creak open at 7pm, and trust me, you'll want to be front and center for this one, because missing out on Bolden is like skipping out on the basement show that your future self will never forgive you for. Grab an advance ticket now; your inner music snob will thank you.
Zeds Dead is about to detonate your midweek malaise with a sonic blitzkrieg that'll leave your eardrums begging for an encore. This isn’t just another night in your well-worn gig calendar; it’s a full-on audial odyssey through the deepest, bass-heavy corners of electronic alchemy. Expect earth-shattering drops and synth waves so lush they could make Washed Out sound like a dial-up connection. The duo's set is a high-voltage blend of dubstep, house, and trap that’s as unpredictable as it is addictive—a neon-lit rabbit hole you’ll dive headfirst into and emerge from blissfully disoriented. If you've been yearning for a break from your Spotify Discover Weekly drudgery, this is your ticket to the next-level soundscape. Skip this, and your weekend plans will feel like a lo-fi YouTube playlist by comparison. Don't say we didn't warn you.
Get ready to dive into the sonic abyss as Ministry and Acid Bath team up with Windhand for a night that promises to obliterate the mundane. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-throttle descent into the dark, twisted heart of the underground. Ministry will be unleashing their industrial metal fury like it's a séance for the disenchanted, while Acid Bath resurrects their cult status, offering a rare dose of sludge-laden nihilism. Windhand will set the stage, weaving their hypnotic doom spell that feels like a slow dance with the apocalypse. This lineup is a Venn diagram of everything you ever scribbled in the margins of your high school notebook, and it's all going down in a venue that feels like a secret you were only cool enough to discover. Don't say we didn't warn you when your Instagram feed is flooded with stories from everyone who was there, and you're left dreaming of what could have been. Grab a ticket, and let yourself be enveloped by the noise.
Los Angeles, brace yourself. SuckaPunch is about to unleash an unholy alliance of sonic destruction with Pentagram and D.R.I. storming the stage. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone with a pulse and a penchant for chaos. As the architects of crossover thrash, D.R.I. will deliver a blitzkrieg of riffs and rhythms that’ll make your heart race faster than any overpriced oat milk latte ever could. Meanwhile, Pentagram’s doom-laden grooves are set to warp your mind and twist your spirit, reminding everyone why they remain a cornerstone of the metal pantheon. The venue might say ‘all ages,’ but the energy inside is set to transcend generational divides. If you’re not in the pit or at least headbanging in spirit, you might find yourself questioning your life choices. The support act is still TBD, but with a lineup this stacked, does it even matter? Skip the FOMO—grab a rideshare, dodge the parking drama, and maybe even snag a VIP table if you’re feeling fancy and 21+. Trust us, when the night turns into a blur of sweat and sound, you’ll be thankful for that bottle of whiskey at arm’s reach. This is the kind of night that cements legends. Don’t just hear about it later; be a part of the mythos.
If you haven't already had your synapses electrified by Asha Banks' dreamily erratic soundscapes, her "something inbetween" tour is your siren call. Picture this: a sonic journey that oscillates between the intimate whisper of bedroom pop and the dizzying heights of post-genre experimentation—a perfect representation of the indie zeitgeist that's as elusive as it is enchanting. Asha's gigs are more than just shows; they're gatherings of the soul, where the disenchanted and the curious collide under a haze of reverb and neon glow. The $22.50 advance ticket is your passport to an evening where the lines between performer and audience blur in the most transcendent way. Miss it, and you'll be left piecing together the magic from Instagram stories and the occasional TikTok snippet. Doors swing open at 7pm, but in a scene where timing is everything, being fashionably early is the new late.
Connor Bracken & The Mother Leeds Band | Brian K & The Parkway | Carissa Johnson & The Cure-Alls
As the moon rises over the gritty streets, dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool with Connor Bracken & The Mother Leeds Band, who shred like Springsteen's lovechild raised on a diet of Black Keys riffs and Asbury Park loyalty. Prepare for the electric catharsis of Brian K & The Parkway, an outfit that drips with the swagger of a Jersey highway at midnight, channeling their inner Strokes with a sprinkle of surf-rock grit. Carissa Johnson & The Cure-Alls wrap it up with a fierce, anthemic punch—think Patti Smith fronting a garage band that got lost in the neon glow of a synthpop dreamscape. If your nights have felt a little too quiet, this is your call to arms. Forget Netflix and those disintegrating plans; this is the real deal, the kind of night that makes you remember why you loved music in the first place.
Gorillaz are back in the ring, and this time they're climbing new heights with "The Mountain Tour.” A band that usually exists in the digital realm is about to get a whole lot more physical as they scale the peaks of their expansive discography. Expect heart-stopping holograms, indelible bangers, and elusive deep cuts that you and your local record store clerk will be dissecting for months to come. If you thought Damon Albarn and Jamie Hewlett were just chilling in the virtual world, sipping on sunshine, you're in for a seismic surprise. Get ready for a multimedia spectacle that will blow your beanie off. Gorillaz are on the move—don't get left in the dust.
Clear your schedule and prep your most ironic band tee because Arlo is about to crash-land into your sonic universe, and it's an experience your ears won't forgive you for missing. This isn't just another night out—it's a pilgrimage to the mecca of indie enlightenment. With doors swinging open at 8pm and tickets priced like a Spotify subscription, the choice between catching Arlo live or streaming them on repeat is a no-brainer. They're the underdog darlings of the scene, channeling the ethereal chaos of shoegaze and the electric intimacy of synthpop with a sprinkle of something so fresh it defies genre. Think if My Bloody Valentine had a lovechild with that obscure SoundCloud artist who popped up in your Discover Weekly once. Show up, vibe out, and leave with stories that will make your friends wish they were cooler—or at least, more in-the-know.
Listen up, you indie crusaders and hardcore aficionados—erase your Friday night plans because 100 Demons is about to unleash a sonic apocalypse that’ll make even the most die-hard TikTok stars reconsider their career choices. Brought to you by the no-messin' maestros at SOS BOOKINGS, these Connecticut heavyweights are ready to revive your faith in music that hits like a roundhouse kick to the soul. With Death Before Dishonor, Bloodshed, Castillo, and Staple rounding out this stacked lineup, expect a night of adrenaline-pumping, crowd-surfing mayhem. Doors creak open at 5:30 PM, but trust us, you’ll want to be front and center when the first guitar screeches. Uber it if you must, because parking is tighter than the jeans on the lead singer of your favorite noise band. And for those seeking the bougie mosh pit experience, the VIP tables come with more perks than a free Spotify Premium account—think bottles and mixers that ensure your throat doesn’t feel like sandpaper after screaming along to every lyric. This isn’t just another show; it’s a rite of passage for anyone claiming cool kid creds. So channel your inner punk, get there early, and prepare for a night of unforgettable chaos. Your future self will thank you for the memories, and if you’re really lucky, maybe a few bruises to show off on Monday.
San Holo presents TRUE LOVE IN A MADE UP WORLD
If you're still chasing that elusive high of discovering your next favorite sound in a dimly lit room packed with strangers who might just be your new best friends, then clear your calendar. San Holo is about to flip your world with TRUE LOVE IN A MADE UP WORLD, a sonic odyssey that feels like the soundtrack to your late-night existential musings. This isn’t just a show; it’s an immersion into a labyrinth where ethereal beats and heart-tugging melodies collide, crafted by the maestro of feels himself. Expect a transcendental mix of glitchy synths and soul-stirring basslines that hit harder than your last existential crisis. This is the kind of night that makes your Spotify algorithm jealous. Get ready to feel alive in a way that only happens when the music and a room full of kindred spirits do the talking. Go ahead, try not to catch the FOMO. We dare you.