Noise Etc. Presents: cherry pick, Rotundos, Stereobliss & Grand Prix

If your weekend plans involve anything less than catching Dorian Electra at The Echo, you're doing it wrong. The sonic shapeshifter returns to L.A. with their boundary-pushing blend of hyperpop and campy theatrics, and this time they're bringing Oskie along for the ride. Imagine an electro-dystopian ballroom meets an underground rave, where every beat hits like a euphoria-charged jolt straight to your serotonin-deprived soul. This is the kind of lineup that has your cool friend's cool friend buzzing. Forget scrolling The Echo's Insta for recaps later—this is the night you'll want to say you were there, drenched in neon and cathartic beats. If you've ever wanted to see the future of pop music unfold in real-time, now's your chance.

If your existential dread needs a dance partner this weekend, look no further than Gothicumbia's latest sonic séance. This boundary-pushing collective is rising from the underground with a sound that marries the brooding aesthetics of Bauhaus with the hypnotic rhythms of cumbia. Think of it as the musical lovechild of a Joy Division and Los Mirlos after-hours jam session. Their live shows are already the stuff of legend, with swirling fog machines, DIY strobe lights, and a sea of black-clad devotees. Doors creak open at 9pm for those 21 and over—because let's be real, you need a little liquid courage to dive headfirst into this kind of audio alchemy. Miss this, and you'll be the only one at brunch without a story to tell.

Clear your schedule and prep your playlists—Cristoph and Layla Benitez are about to turn up the heat on your Friday night plans. Picture this: a cashless utopia where bottle service flows like dialogue in a Tarantino flick and every beat hits harder than your latest existential crisis. This 21+ sonic soirée promises a vibe so exclusive, even Drake would RSVP. But remember, StubHub is as unwelcome as an office email on a Saturday night. Snag your tickets through TicketWeb or TIXR and make sure your ID and ticket name match like the perfect pair of thrifted Doc Martens. Miss it and you'll be haunted by the ghost of sick nights not lived. Don't say we didn't warn you.

Clear your calendars, cool cats, because Day Trip is about to redefine your Friday night. This isn't just another night out—it's an expedition into the heart of electronic euphoria. Picture this: Westend's basslines rumbling through your soul, Justin Martin spinning sonic silk, Dansyn weaving rhythms that make the floor pulse, and Marta, that synth sorceress, casting spells with every keystroke. This is where beats meet bliss, and it's all happening in a venue so cutting-edge they’ve gone cashless. Bottle service and VIP sections await those who roll deep with their crew. Just remember to snag your tickets from TicketWeb or TIXR, because the universe of third-party resellers is a black hole where your entry dreams go to die. Slip into your freshest threads, grab your ID, and step through the portal into a night where the only currency is the beat and your only worry is that it will end.

If your weekend plans involve anything less than catching Dorian Electra at The Echo, you're doing it wrong. The sonic shapeshifter returns to L.A. with their boundary-pushing blend of hyperpop and campy theatrics, and this time they're bringing Oskie along for the ride. Imagine an electro-dystopian ballroom meets an underground rave, where every beat hits like a euphoria-charged jolt straight to your serotonin-deprived soul. This is the kind of lineup that has your cool friend's cool friend buzzing. Forget scrolling The Echo's Insta for recaps later—this is the night you'll want to say you were there, drenched in neon and cathartic beats. If you've ever wanted to see the future of pop music unfold in real-time, now's your chance.

When the cultural titans at VLSF and KCRW team up, you know they’re about to conjure a night that’s nothing short of electric. Mark your calendars for June 14, when the indie cosmos aligns to bring you Closebye, NUFFER, and Mikey LaSusa under one roof. It's the kind of lineup that makes your old festival wristbands tingle with nostalgia. Closebye’s vibe-heavy melodies will make you feel like you're floating in a dreamscape woven from the finest threads of shoegaze and synthpop. NUFFER is set to keep the energy pulsing like a neon heartbeat, their sound a cosmic collision of art-rock intricacies and raw basement energy. And let's not forget Mikey LaSusa, the kind of artist whose name you mention casually at after-parties to earn instant cred. With doors opening at 9:30pm and a mere $15 entry fee, this all-ages gig is more than just a show—it's the gateway to your next sonic obsession. Don't be the one reading about it on your friend's Substack later.

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.

If you’re looking to break free from your Spotify algorithm echo chamber, the Moroccan Lounge has the perfect antidote: Eleazar with Poe Leos. On June 16th, these sound sorcerers are set to redefine your concept of a live gig. Eleazar's ethereal dream pop will sweep you into a sonic reverie, their shimmering synths and lush guitar lines weaving a tapestry that's as mesmerizing as it is moving. And just when you think you've reached the peak of the experience, Poe Leos steps in with their genre-defying, bilingual bangers that seamlessly blend neo-soul with a dash of future-forward R&B. It's a night tailor-made for the all-ages crowd that still remembers the thrill of sneaking into basement shows, but now craves a sound that's matured like a fine natural wine. At $18 in advance, it’s a steal—cheaper than your last Uber Eats splurge. Pay $20 at the door if you must, but don't say we didn't warn you when it sells out faster than a Supreme drop. Doors at 9:30—be there, or spend the next month pretending your room is the Moroccan Lounge while you replay grainy Instagram stories.

If your soul's been starving for a sonic feast, Luna Sea's upcoming gig with the Soap Girls at the Signature Saloon in STR is the all-you-can-eat buffet of the year. Imagine this: a gritty venue where the walls sweat stories of legends past, now vibrating with the ethereal echoes of Luna Sea's celestial melodies. These veterans of the shoegaze skyline will take you on a sound voyage through galaxies of fuzz and feedback, leaving you in a dreamstate that even your latest ASMR obsession couldn't match. Pair that with the Soap Girls, whose raw, rebellious energy and infectious hooks are the sonic Molotov cocktail you've been craving. This isn't just a concert; it's the kind of once-in-a-blue-moon alignment that makes you grateful you never traded your soul for a 9-to-5. Get ready to transcend the mundane and experience a night that promises to be as unforgettable as your first secret show in a Brooklyn basement.

You've got your finger on the pulse, so you've probably already heard whispers of The Soap Girls' *Rebel DNA World Tour 2026* crashing into The Signature. These Parisian rebels have been tearing up stages with their unapologetically raw punk ethos and infectious riot grrrl energy. Imagine if Kathleen Hanna and Debbie Harry had a lovechild raised on diet-coke-fueled rage and glittery anarchy. This isn't just a gig; it's a baptism by fire for those who live life on the edge of the mainstream. Get ready to mosh with the mythic, scream your soul out, and find yourself in the eye of a hurricane crescendo that the coolest corners of the internet will be buzzing about until next year. Miss this, and you're basically admitting you'd rather be scrolling through TikTok than living it. Don't say we didn't warn you.

Clear your calendar and dust off your Docs—Black Fortune is about to light up your life with a sonic storm that'll make even the most stoic Brooklynite crack a smile. This isn't just a gig; it's a full-on experience that will have you questioning why you ever thought you'd outgrown the thrill of live music. Imagine the sonic marriage of post-punk grit and synth-laden euphoria, with lyrics that cut deeper than your favorite tattered zine. Black Fortune's live shows are legendary in the underground circuit, where sweaty, euphoric nights stretch into the early hours under flickering neon lights. Join the epic congregation at 7PM, where the only thing cooler than the music is the crowd you're about to meet. Pro tip: Get there early—this one's gonna be packed. FOMO? You bet.

When the sun dips below the Brooklyn skyline and the neon lights flicker on, Gov Ball After Dark is the only destination that matters, and Jane Remover is the reason you’re not sleeping tonight. Presented by NÜTRL, this gig is a sonic love letter to everything that makes the indie scene pulse with life. Jane Remover, the enigmatic artist who's been flipping the script on bedroom pop, is set to turn this after-party into an experience you’ll brag about witnessing firsthand. It's more than a concert—it's a baptism into the depths of ambient synths and haunting vocals that linger longer than last night's aftertaste of Pabst and pretension. If you're not inside losing yourself in the kaleidoscope of sound and sweat, you're outside, wishing you were.

House heads and nocturnal groove seekers, prepare to pry yourselves off the couch because Chris Lake is about to shake your weekend plans into something worthy of a next-day Instagram flex. This isn't just another DJ gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage to the alleys of underground house where basslines are worshipped like the holy grail. Picture this: a warehouse venue that hasn't yet graced the 'gram, lights pulsing like an electrocardiogram of your soul, and a crowd that's more about connection than clout. Lake, the maestro of melodic mischief, will be spinning the kind of tracks that make your heart rate sync with the BPM. If you miss this, don't blame us when your friends recount tales of bass drops that melted their third-eye open. Get your tickets, lace up those dancing shoes, and prepare for a night that'll make a Monday morning hangover feel like a badge of honor.

Cancel your plans and dust off those dancing shoes, because VSSL is throwing the kind of anniversary party that Brooklyn’s after-hours myths are made of. For 14 years, they've been the undercurrent keeping the city's pulse alive, and they're teaming up with Bite Nite for a sonic soirée that’s pure alchemy. Phase Fatale, the dark prince of Bite Records, is gracing us with a rare live set that promises to shake the very foundations of your sonic soul. This is the moment where post-punk techno meets the void and whispers back secrets in the language of bass and distortion.

The night’s lineup reads like a manifesto for those who crave sound adventures: Unhuman’s avant-garde beats, Sharlese’s genre-defying mixes, and the unstoppable synergy of VSSL’s resident wizards, Remy Marc and Josh Beck. And let’s not forget the OG architect of this nocturnal utopia, Genevieve D, who will unspool her magic with the elegance of a vinyl sorceress. Miss this, and you'll be left on the outside of an inside joke that’ll echo through the scene for months to come.

When the sun dips below the Brooklyn skyline and the neon lights flicker on, Gov Ball After Dark is the only destination that matters, and Jane Remover is the reason you’re not sleeping tonight. Presented by NÜTRL, this gig is a sonic love letter to everything that makes the indie scene pulse with life. Jane Remover, the enigmatic artist who's been flipping the script on bedroom pop, is set to turn this after-party into an experience you’ll brag about witnessing firsthand. It's more than a concert—it's a baptism into the depths of ambient synths and haunting vocals that linger longer than last night's aftertaste of Pabst and pretension. If you're not inside losing yourself in the kaleidoscope of sound and sweat, you're outside, wishing you were.

This June 19th, the tectonic plates of the indie universe are shifting at Noise Etc., where cherry pick, Rotundos, Stereobliss, and Grand Prix are set to redefine your idea of a gig. For a paltry $12, or $15 if you snooze and lose, you'll dive headfirst into a night where synths and sweat intermingle like star-crossed lovers. Cherry pick will kick things off, serving up melodies as crisp as the first sip of a summer IPA. Rotundos will warp your mind with their kaleidoscopic soundscapes, while Stereobliss unravels layers of dreamy distortion that'll have you feeling like you're floating in the ether. And just when you think you’ve reached peak euphoria, Grand Prix will turbo-charge the night with beats that hit like a late-night joyride through neon streets. It's all ages, so bring your cool kid sibling for added cred. Doors at 9:30—don’t be fashionably late; be there to catch every electric moment. The only regret you’ll have is not getting that tattoo to commemorate the night your music taste ascended.

Dust off your dance shoes and prepare for lift-off because Space Yacht is about to tech your house into the stratosphere. This isn't just another run-of-the-mill night out—it's an intergalactic collision of beats and basslines that will leave your senses orbiting. Trust us, the line might be longer than a Radiohead lyric, but the reward is sweeter than finding an original pressing at the local vinyl shop. Doors creak open at 10 PM, and while the RSVP might feel as fickle as your neighborhood dive's DJ, a General Admission ticket is your golden ticket to guaranteed revelry. Swap your ennui for euphoria as you dive headfirst into the cosmic chaos of bottle service and VIP sections. Just remember, authenticity is key—no third-party shenanigans allowed. Align your chakras, grab your ID, and teleport to a night where the only thing higher than the BPM is the vibe. Get ready, earthlings—Space Yacht is calling, and you don’t want to be left on the ground.

Prepare to transcend your Spotify algorithm: Telykast x DubVision are turning the scene upside down with a sonic cocktail that's one part future house, one part progressive gold. This isn't just a gig; it's a sensory resurrection for anyone tired of the predictable playlist grind. Bring your crew and upgrade to VIP, because indie cred and bottle service aren't mutually exclusive when the drop hits harder than your landlord's last rent hike. Remember, it's a cashless utopia, so keep those Apple Pay skills sharp and your third-party ticket woes sharper—TicketWeb and TIXR have you covered. Slide into this night of pure euphoria and let the beats redefine your weekend narrative. Let's be real: the only thing cooler than showing up is the regret you’ll feel if you don’t.

House heads and nocturnal groove seekers, prepare to pry yourselves off the couch because Chris Lake is about to shake your weekend plans into something worthy of a next-day Instagram flex. This isn't just another DJ gig—it's a sonic pilgrimage to the alleys of underground house where basslines are worshipped like the holy grail. Picture this: a warehouse venue that hasn't yet graced the 'gram, lights pulsing like an electrocardiogram of your soul, and a crowd that's more about connection than clout. Lake, the maestro of melodic mischief, will be spinning the kind of tracks that make your heart rate sync with the BPM. If you miss this, don't blame us when your friends recount tales of bass drops that melted their third-eye open. Get your tickets, lace up those dancing shoes, and prepare for a night that'll make a Monday morning hangover feel like a badge of honor.

When the sun dips below the Brooklyn skyline and the neon lights flicker on, Gov Ball After Dark is the only destination that matters, and Jane Remover is the reason you’re not sleeping tonight. Presented by NÜTRL, this gig is a sonic love letter to everything that makes the indie scene pulse with life. Jane Remover, the enigmatic artist who's been flipping the script on bedroom pop, is set to turn this after-party into an experience you’ll brag about witnessing firsthand. It's more than a concert—it's a baptism into the depths of ambient synths and haunting vocals that linger longer than last night's aftertaste of Pabst and pretension. If you're not inside losing yourself in the kaleidoscope of sound and sweat, you're outside, wishing you were.

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.

Clear your calendar and dust off your wildest dance moves because techno queen Nicole Moudaber is about to blow the roof off your weekend. This isn't just another night out; it's a thumping, pulsating journey into the depths of sound that only the most devoted beat junkies dare to tread. Forget everything you know about club nights—this is an experience that laughs in the face of mainstream monotony.

With her signature blend of hypnotic rhythms and dark, driving basslines, Moudaber will transport you to a sonic dimension where time loses all meaning. It's where the music speaks its own language and the crowd moves as one euphoric entity. Make sure you're ready to lose yourself in her set, because at this cashless, no-nonsense venue, the only currency is your willingness to surrender to the groove.

Pro tip: secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR to dodge any ticket gatekeeping nightmares and ensure your government-issued ID matches up—no exceptions. And hey, if you're rolling deep, bottle service and VIP sections are calling your name. Remember, this isn't just another night—it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims to understand the true spirit of underground music.

If you’re still lamenting the gentrification of your favorite dive bar or the commercialization of your most cherished indie band, put on your comfiest vintage band tee and mark your calendar. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a sonic pilgrimage. Day Trip is rolling into town, bringing with them the eclectic brilliance of Cassian, Kamino, Millero, and Lumi. Imagine a night where synths shimmer like the sequins on your secondhand jacket and basslines pulse harder than your crush on the drummer. It’s 21+, so leave the fake IDs at home—this is a party for those who’ve earned their scene stripes. With Day Trip, you’re not just a ticket holder; you’re an accomplice in a revolution of sound. And yes, it's a cashless venue, because who even carries cash these days? Don’t be that person scrolling Instagram while everyone else is vibing their face off. Snag your legit passes through TicketWeb & TIXR, and leave the resale ruckus to the amateurs. This is where the stories you’ll pretend to forget in the morning actually begin. See you in the smoke machine haze.

Slide into summer with the sonic elixir you didn't know you needed at The Moroccan Lounge on June 21st. Headlining the night is Thomas Parrish, whose ethereal vocals and intricate guitar work are the equivalent of a sonic high dive into the depths of your soul. Think Elliott Smith if he swapped melancholia for a technicolor dreamcoat. Opening the evening's portal is Cayden Wemple, the troubadour who turns heartbreak into hauntingly beautiful tapestry, with lyrics as sharp as a rooftop in Bushwick. Rounding out the lineup is Allison Graves, the synthpop siren whose beats pulse like the heartbeat of the city, merging the digital with the divine. This isn't just another night out; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of indie euphoria. Tickets are a steal at $15 in advance, and trust me, you'll want to be inside when the rest of the world is left on the curb wishing they were there.

If you haven't caught wind of Victoria Alex yet, it's time to pry yourself away from that third wave coffee shop and make your way to the venue everyone will be name-dropping next week. Known for transforming intimate spaces into synth-laden wonderlands, Victoria Alex delivers a sonic experience that's like sipping a perfectly aged whiskey—smooth, but with a kick that leaves you reeling. Doors creak open at 7 PM, but let's be honest, you'll want to be there early to soak up that pre-show buzz. This is more than just a gig; it's a rite of passage into the next chapter of indie cool. Ages 21 and up, because some vibes are just too good for high school drama. Grab your valid ID and prepare to witness the kind of set that’ll leave you wondering if you ever really understood music before.

Clear your calendar and dust off your thrifted denim because KCRW is about to serve up a celestial experience you won't want to miss. Heavenly is poised to transform your typical Thursday into an astral journey that even your moodiest shoegaze playlist couldn't prepare you for. With doors opening at 7pm, you'll have just enough time to sip on that PBR before the clock strikes 8pm and the music takes hold. All ages are welcome, so bring your little sibling who's cooler than you, or your slightly-older-than-appropriate indie mentor. This isn't just a show—it's a rite of passage into the pantheon of unforgettable nights. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through Instagram stories with a gnawing sense of regret while everyone else basks in the afterglow of a night that felt like a mixtape made just for them.

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.

Stuck in your midweek monotony and craving a sonic escape? Enter Chinchilla, the indie darlings with a penchant for turning sound waves into adrenaline. On June 24, the Moroccan Lounge becomes your portal to a parallel universe where shoegaze dreams meld with synthpop realities. Their set promises to be a kaleidoscope of shimmering riffs and ethereal vocals that could make even Kevin Shields raise an eyebrow. With tickets a mere $20, this night is cheaper than your oat milk latte habit and way more exhilarating. Get ready to dive headfirst into a sound bath that leaves your heartbeat synced with the bassline. Trust us, you'll want to say you were there when Chinchilla roared.

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.

Clear your Friday night plans and make your way to The Echo, where the universe crackles with anticipation for Lamb, the indie synth duo that's been sending shockwaves through the scene faster than you can say "modular Moog." These sonic alchemists are known for crafting ethereal soundscapes that flicker between dream and reality, pulling you into a kaleidoscope of shimmering beats and haunting vocals. This isn't just another gig—it's a seismic event where frequency and fervor collide, promising transcendence in a world ruled by mundane mp3s. Keep your ear to the ground and your eyes glued to @theechola because Lamb is the kind of musical epiphany that turns casual fans into lifelong devotees. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it in whispered reverence for years to come.

In a world where seasonal depression is practically a personality trait, Khalid’s "It's Always Summer Somewhere Tour" is our collective serotonin shot. Picture this: you, a sea of sun-kissed souls, and Khalid's velvet vocals sweeping over a crowd like a warm breeze at the tail end of a festival sunset. Yeah, it's that kind of vibe. Expect an alchemical mix of nostalgia and fresh beats that'll make you forget you ever listened to anything else. This is the tour that promises to turn even the most hardened of winter warriors into believers that eternal summer isn't just a myth. It's a full-on sensory escape, with Khalid as your charismatic guide. So, leave your ennui at the door and let the good vibes roll—because who wouldn’t want a piece of endless summer?