Scam and Jam Ft. Big Chunk, Masagua, Vick Jagger

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.

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.

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.

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.

When the clock strikes ten, and the moon's casting its neon glow across the cityscape, the real magic begins at the Scam and Jam. Nestled in a clandestine nook where the cool kids congregate, this sonic soirée is set to rewrite your nightlife narrative. With a lineup that reads like a who's who of the underground DJ scene, we've got VON KISS serving beats that pulse like a heartbeat on a caffeine high, Spinorita spinning sonic webs of pure, unadulterated euphoria, and Vital bringing the kind of bass that makes your soul vibrate like your friend's prized vinyl collection. It's 21+ only, because this isn't just a party—it's an initiation into the secret society of sound where the beats are as intoxicating as that hazy dive bar you stumbled into last summer. So, toss aside your ennui, lace up your Docs, and get ready to dance until the city wakes up. Missing this would be like missing the last train to Coolsville.

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?

Hey, music mavens! Ready to teleport to the indie wonderland? Bôa is taking over The Bellwether, and let's just say, the cool factor here is off the charts. Picture this: your senses bathed in ethereal soundscapes, as Bôa spins their sonic web in a venue that feels like stepping into a secret dimension of music nirvana.

Upgrade your night with the Looking Glass Lounge, where the experience is as exclusive as an unreleased Radiohead track. Imagine mingling with fellow avant-garde devotees in a stage-adjacent, preferred viewing section, while you sip on specialty drinks crafted just for this night. Private entrance, private bar, and yes, even private bathrooms—because you're too cool for lines.

Forget cash, because The Bellwether's gone digital, and there's a delivery delay to keep you on your toes till 24 hours before showtime. Grab those tickets and prepare for a night where the boundary between reality and dream blurs. Don't be the one scrolling through stories wishing you were there—be the story. Time to dive down the rabbit hole.

When Ella Collier takes the stage at the Moroccan Lounge, it's not just a performance; it's a declaration. Her "DANGEROUS" live show promises to be a sonic revolution, ready to sweep you off your feet and straight into the next dimension. In a haze of neon lights and sultry synths, Ella's voice cuts through the air like a midnight confession, drawing you into her world where vulnerability meets audacity. And just when you think you’ve caught your breath, KINGS steps in with their electric set, adding the perfect dose of raw energy and rebellious spirit. This isn't just a gig—it's the kind of night that stays etched in your mind, the soundtrack to your best stories yet to be told. Grab your tickets now, because missing out isn't an option for anyone with a pulse.

If your weekend plans don't include The Drop: Giulia Be, you might want to rethink your life choices. This Brazilian sensation is about to set the indie scene ablaze with her genre-defying melodies and intoxicating stage presence. Imagine if old-school bossa nova had a love child with synth-driven dream pop—Giulia Be is that glorious offspring. Her voice dances like sunlight on a Rio wave, and her hooks are catchier than a TikTok trend on steroids. Expect a night where nostalgia meets the new wave, wrapped in a soundscape that's as lush as it is rebellious. You'll find yourself lost in the sonic haze, questioning why you ever thought staying home to binge-watch was a good idea. Missing this gig isn’t just a misstep—it’s a full-on existential crisis.

Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic avalanche that is HIMALAYAS, taking over Harvard & Stone for a night that's bound to redefine your understanding of live music. If your playlist needs a jolt of electrifying energy, this is your salvation. Fresh off a series of underground gigs that left the cool kids buzzing, HIMALAYAS’ sound is as expansive and intricate as their namesake, blending hypnotic riffs with a lyrical prowess that hits like a shot of espresso to your soul. Picture yourself swaying in a dimly lit room, a sea of denim and leather around you, with the air thick with anticipation and guitar licks sharper than your ex’s sarcasm. Leave your ennui at the door and prepare for a night where every chord feels like a revelation. And remember, no refunds or exchanges, because why would you want to trade in an experience that promises to be nothing short of transcendent?

Prepare to be sonically baptized by the ethereal frequencies of Aaron Hibell, the prodigious maestro whose soundscapes will transport you to a universe where time folds in on itself. This isn't just another gig at the Outset; it's a rite of passage for those who crave more than the mainstream. As the venue's industrial walls vibrate with Hibell's transcendental beats, you'll find yourself lost in a euphoric trance, shoulder to shoulder with fellow sonic pilgrims. With no barriers, no re-entry, and no pretenses, it's a night of pure, unadulterated connection. Leave your ego at the door and dive headfirst into a night fueled by relentless creativity and a pulse you can feel in your bones. Miss it, and risk being forever out of the loop.

When the desert winds of Desert Daze blow into the heart of the city, you know it's time to dust off your best band tee and dive headfirst into the sonic abyss. On June 25, the Moroccan Lounge becomes your temple as Litronix and Chalk Teeth take the stage, flanked by the electro prophet Marc Baker and the enigmatic vinyl alchemist, Inhalt. Litronix will transport you with their kaleidoscopic synth landscapes, while Chalk Teeth's gritty, visceral edge will remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. It's a night where boundaries blur, and you're free to lose yourself in the electric haze. For just $12 in advance, you're not just buying a ticket—you're securing your spot in a night you'll be talking about until the next basement show rolls around. This isn't just a gig; it's a movement. And trust us, you want to be part of it.