Holding Absence & Arm's Length: North American Co-Headliner Tour 2026

When you've got Holding Absence and Arm's Length sharing a stage, it's not just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. This is the kind of co-headliner tour that makes even your coolest friend's Spotify algorithm blush. Holding Absence is set to deliver an ethereal post-hardcore experience that feels like staring into the abyss with a really stellar soundtrack, while Arm's Length brings their heartfelt emo revival vibes that hit deeper than your favorite coming-of-age A24 film.

Doors open at 6, but let's be real—you're gonna want to be there early to soak in the scene and spot the next wave of influencers in their natural habitat. This is where the indie kids will be, the kind who know that music isn’t just consumed—it's devoured. Your next favorite basement band is already planning to name-drop this night, so grab your tickets, dust off your band tees, and prepare to be baptized in a sea of sound. FOMO? More like FO-MUST.

If you're not already counting down the days to see Osees ft. Brigid Dawson at The Bellwether, you might want to reassess your life choices. This isn't just a gig; it's a cosmic event. Imagine being wrapped in the psych-rock tendrils of Osees, with Brigid Dawson's ethereal vocals floating like a ghostly apparition through the room. And if you're really about that life, snag a spot in the Looking Glass Lounge. It's like peeking into a parallel universe where the drinks are exclusive, the bathroom lines are non-existent, and the hors d'oeuvres? Chef's kiss. With the balcony-level stage-adjacent view, you're practically on the astral plane next to John Dwyer. Get in before the delivery delay lifts and you miss the chance to humblebrag about this forever. Cashless, classy, and a cacophony of cool—The Bellwether awaits.

Narrow Head is about to transform a historic Masonic Lodge into a sonic sanctuary, and if you’re not there, well, you’re just not there. Celebrating the 10-year anniversary of their game-changing album Satisfaction, this is your chance to witness the Houston heavyweights serve up the kind of raw, eardrum-thrilling nostalgia that only a decade can brew. Picture this: the ethereal echoes of shoegaze pulsating through 1930s architecture, a space where every creak of the wooden floors tells its own story. It’s a pilgrimage for anyone who’s ever found solace in distortion and a hymn for those who know that noise is the new peace. Onsite parking is a breeze, but the ticket limit is tighter than your favorite pair of vintage Levis, so act fast. Miss it and risk having to listen to your friends recount the night over overpriced coffee, wishing you'd climbed those storied stairs yourself.

When Marlon Magnée, the maestro behind La Femme's hypnotic rhythms and kaleidoscopic soundscapes, steps onto the solo stage, you know it’s more than just a gig—it's a manifesto. This is where rockabilly swagger meets the sonic blitz of cold wave and psychobilly, a cacophony of sixties guitars tangled in an eighties synth orgy that dares you to keep up. With the co-production of Renaud Letang, who’s sculpted sounds for Feist and Peaches, Magnée’s debut is the kind of album that dares you to pogo your way through heartache and revolution at speeds topping 240 bpm. This isn't just another night out—it's a high-voltage communion for those who want to feel alive and raw, where every beat is a battle cry and every riff a call to arms. Miss it, and you'll be that person wistfully scrolling through Instagram, wondering why you didn't heed the call of rock’s raw revival. Don't sleep on this one—your future self will thank you.

Clear your calendar and lace up your vintage Docs because the Moroccan Lounge is about to be graced by none other than G.Y.R.L.—the electro-pop collective that's been setting the underground on fire like a Molotov cocktail of sound. Imagine if Grimes and Robyn hosted a séance and summoned the spirit of '90s Riot Grrrl to crash the party. Yeah, it’s that level of iconic. Their beats are as infectious as a late-night bodega run, with synths that shimmer like a disco ball reflecting off post-midnight rain puddles. Come for the irresistible hooks, stay for the feminist anthems that will have you questioning the patriarchy and your latest Spotify Discover Weekly. For $15, you're not just buying a ticket; you're getting a backstage pass to the future of indie music. Miss this, and you'll be the one scrolling through Instagram stories in a deep pit of regret.

Picture this: You're in a dimly lit warehouse somewhere in the backstreets of Brooklyn, where the walls pulse with the kinetic energy of Nicky Romero's beats. It's a sonic wonderland for the 21+ crowd who thrive on the electric hum of innovation and the unspoken promise of a night that defies the mundane. Forget frumpy mainstream clubs—this is where the beat connoisseurs gather, an exclusive haven where each track serves as a passport to the uncharted territories of electronic ecstasy.

Embrace the cashless future and leave your quarters behind, but bring your best moves and your sharpest style—the dress code whispers "effortlessly cool" and you wouldn't want to be caught dead in anything less. Squads hunting the VIP experience should rally for bottle service, transforming the dance floor into their personal playground.

Remember, no hacks allowed—StubHub and Vivid Seats are just mirages in this exclusive desert. Score your golden ticket through TicketWeb or TIXR, and make sure your ID is as flawless as your entrancing sway on the dance floor. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it for weeks from every "I was there" story splashed across your feed. Keep the FOMO at bay and secure your spot in what's bound to be one of the freshest, most talked-about nights of the year.

Picture this: You're in a dimly lit warehouse somewhere in the backstreets of Brooklyn, where the walls pulse with the kinetic energy of Nicky Romero's beats. It's a sonic wonderland for the 21+ crowd who thrive on the electric hum of innovation and the unspoken promise of a night that defies the mundane. Forget frumpy mainstream clubs—this is where the beat connoisseurs gather, an exclusive haven where each track serves as a passport to the uncharted territories of electronic ecstasy.

Embrace the cashless future and leave your quarters behind, but bring your best moves and your sharpest style—the dress code whispers "effortlessly cool" and you wouldn't want to be caught dead in anything less. Squads hunting the VIP experience should rally for bottle service, transforming the dance floor into their personal playground.

Remember, no hacks allowed—StubHub and Vivid Seats are just mirages in this exclusive desert. Score your golden ticket through TicketWeb or TIXR, and make sure your ID is as flawless as your entrancing sway on the dance floor. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it for weeks from every "I was there" story splashed across your feed. Keep the FOMO at bay and secure your spot in what's bound to be one of the freshest, most talked-about nights of the year.

When the techno siren calls, you answer. Enter Køzløv, the maestro whose beats are so industrially seductive they could make a factory blush. This October 2nd, CODE RED is summoning the underground's finest for a night where the bass is as heavy as your existential dread. Brace yourself for tracks like "Tchernobyl" and "She Wants To Go Harder" that will have your body moving and your soul shaking. With support from scene disruptors OJJISIN, NVBEEL, ENERG, and DENKAI, this lineup is a who's who of the electronic avant-garde. Whether you're a veteran of gritty warehouse parties or a curious sonic explorer, this is the kind of night that transcends the typical four-to-the-floor escapade. Ride-share if you must, just make sure your body and mind arrive early—missing this would be a catastrophic misstep in your nightlife CV. Don't forget to DM @codered.la for those last-minute existential questions.

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.

If you haven’t already inked "The Menzingers" onto your calendar, we need to talk about your life choices. Their "Everything I Ever Saw North American Tour" is riding the rails straight to the heart of L.A. at The Belasco, a venue that feels like it was ripped from the pages of a mid-'90s fanzine and dropped into modern day just for this moment. With a standing room that practically demands you wear your freshest pair of Vans and a vibe thicker than a basement show in a Brooklyn winter, this is where you want to be on a nondescript weekday night. Doors crack open at 6 PM, but get there early—who knows which of the scene’s underground legends will be spotted exchanging obscure band pins in the Early Entry Lounge. And listen, the support acts are as mysterious as your favorite shoegaze band’s lyrics, promising surprises that make even seasoned gig-goers double-take. So, dust off your denim jacket, prep your best excuse for bailing on whatever else you had planned, and dive headfirst into the sonic whirlwind. The Menzingers at The Belasco might just be the cure for the hipster ennui you didn’t even know you had.

The Moroccan Lounge is about to flex its sonic muscles with a night that's set to be nothing short of legendary. On October 3rd, FiFi Zhang, the Shanghai-born, NYC-based maestro of ethereal electronic landscapes, is taking the stage to sweep you off your jaded feet. Her debut album, FLEETING HEARTS, didn’t just snag a Best Electronic Album award—it sent ripples through the underground, proving she's no small fry in the big pond of digital soundscapes. This artist, a cornerstone of 88rising’s cutting-edge roster, knows how to spin a dream and a dancefloor in the same breath. Sharing the stage are PIAO and Straight Honey, two acts that promise to push your auditory boundaries in all the right ways. For a mere $15 in advance (because let’s face it, this will sell out), this is your ticket to a night that embodies the gritty opulence of NYC's underground scene, where the visuals are as cinematic as the beats are hypnotic. Don't let FOMO get the better of you—this is the gig you’ll be name-dropping all winter long.

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.

If you're not already marking your calendar in neon pink highlighter for Soda Blonde at The Echo, what are you even doing with your life? This Irish dream-pop quartet is about to make the LA indie scene swoon with their silky sonic tapestries that feel like a love letter to your favorite vintage vinyl. Imagine a sound that marries the storytelling charisma of Fleetwood Mac with synthy undercurrents that could've soundtracked a John Hughes film—yeah, it's that good. With a stage presence that's part art school cool, part '80s dance party, this is the kind of show that ends with you buying a record and a T-shirt to commemorate the night your ears found nirvana. Check The Echo's socials and site for deets, and prepare for the kind of musical experience that makes Spotify playlists feel insufficient.

If you're not at KCRW Presents The Growlers, then what are you even doing with your life? The psych-surf rock demigods are back, ready to take you on a trippy sonic journey that feels like a beach party with David Lynch. Their live shows are legendary enough to make even your cool older brother trade his first pressing of Velvet Underground for a ticket. Expect to dissolve into a sea of jangly guitars, hypnotic rhythms, and Brooks Nielsen's gravelly croon that somehow feels like a cult sermon you actually want to hear. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage. So, dust off your vintage Hawaiian shirt, grab your crew, and prepare for a night of transcendental grooves and cosmic vibes. If you're not there, prepare to scroll past endless Instagram stories of everyone who is.

Picture this: a kaleidoscope of chaos and charisma descending upon the House of Blues Chicago, where Scene Queen is set to unleash METALICIOUS—a genre-blurring, mind-melting spectacle that smashes the patriarchy with power chords and pink glitter. It's the kind of night where the boundaries between metalcore and mall goth dissolve into an intoxicating cocktail of sonic rebellion. Doors creak open at 7PM, inviting the bravest souls to dive headfirst into a standing room paradise, where the only rule is to lose yourself in the euphoria of every shredding riff and razor-sharp lyric. This isn't just a concert; it's a cultural uprising where valid IDs are your only lifeline to an unforgettable experience. Miss it, and you’ll be left scrolling through envy-inducing stories wondering why you ever thought staying in was a good idea.

Hold onto your bowler hats and get ready to dive into a cabaret-punk dreamscape because the legendary Dresden Dolls are back in action, and they're bringing their theatrical magic to the stage for all ages 5 and up. Yes, even your little sibling can join this sonic soirée. Imagine Amanda Palmer's raw, emotive vocals weaving effortlessly through Brian Viglione's hypnotic percussion—it's like a Tim Burton fever dream with a side of Brechtian mischief. This is one of those rare nights where vaudeville meets rock and your usual ennui doesn't stand a chance. The Dolls are adept at turning venues into their own personal wonderlands, so expect nothing less than an exhilarating blend of chaos and camaraderie that’ll make you remember why you care about music in the first place. Miss this, and you'll be left lurking the comments section, wishing you'd been in the thick of it.