100 Demons

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

When the sun dips below the LA skyline and you feel the nocturnal itch for something raw and electrifying, pull yourself away from your scrolling and dive headfirst into the sonic vortex that is "I Love DnB" at 1720. On October 10, the gods of bass are summoning the tribe, and DJ Lens is poised to drop a set so potent it’ll rattle your very core. This isn’t just a night out; it’s a pilgrimage for the devout and the newly initiated, where jungle beats and cascading rhythms collide in a euphoric frenzy. The venue promises a cavernous dance floor, the kind of place where strangers become co-conspirators in the pursuit of auditory nirvana. This is drum & bass in its purest form—no pretensions, just pulsating energy and the kind of community vibe that makes you reminisce about when you first fell for the scene. So leave your valuables at home, grab a rideshare, and get ready to lose yourself in the immersive depths of underground sound. Forget the velvet ropes and curated selfies; this is a night for the true heads who know the dance floor is where the magic happens.

If you've been sleeping on Lewis OfMan, consider this your wake-up call. The French maestro of groovy synth-pop is about to sprinkle his magic at the Teragram Ballroom, turning a mundane Monday into a kaleidoscopic dance party you won't want to miss. Imagine the sultry beats of Daft Punk mingling with the emotional resonance of Phoenix, all wrapped up in a package that screams chic Parisian cool. With doors opening at 7pm, you'll want to arrive early to soak in the electric anticipation buzzing through the crowd. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for anyone embracing the spirit of indie ingenuity. Snag your tickets in advance for $27.50, or risk your cool credentials at the door for $30. Either way, missing this would be like skipping the afterparty of the hottest runway show during Paris Fashion Week. Be there, or forever wonder what the hype was all about.

Cancel your plans and dust off your vintage leather because Samuel Moriero is making his LA debut, and it's the kind of event your future self will brag about attending. Trinity is the place to be as this sonic alchemist blends dream-pop reveries with post-punk grit, crafting a soundscape that feels like a lucid dream narrated by David Byrne. Ditch the car—because who wants to stress over parking when you could be sipping premium vodka from the VIP section instead? This isn't just a concert; it's a rite of passage, a gathering of the in-the-know, where the playlist of your life gets a new anthem. Grab your crew, snag a VIP table, and immerse yourself in a night of shimmering synths and soul-stirring beats. Trust us, your Instagram will thank you later.

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.

Is your playlist feeling a little too curated? Time to shake things up with a sonic pilgrimage to see Protomartyr, those post-punk poets who can turn existential dread into a raucous night out. With their gritty anthems echoing through the walls of some dive that’ll be legendary by morning, you’ll find yourself wondering how you ever settled for less. And just when you think your soul is sufficiently stirred, Accessory steps in—those enigmatic synth conjurers who’ve been making waves from Bandcamp to your best friend’s DJ set. This isn’t just another show; it's the night your future self will thank you for attending. Doors at 7, show at 8, and yes, it's all ages, so bring your little brother who’s cooler than you and show him how it’s done. Don’t just scroll through the highlights on IG—be the story everyone else is posting about.

When Gryffin hits the stage, expect the kind of electric alchemy that turns a run-of-the-mill Tuesday night into an ethereal escape. Known for crafting soundscapes that blend serene indie vibes with the pulse of synth-driven euphoria, Gryffin is the sonic wizard we didn't know we needed. This ain't just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who crave music that makes you forget how to stand still. Imagine the dreamiest rooftop party where the skyline is just as breathtaking as the beats. Miss this, and you'll not only lose your hipster cred, but you'll also be stuck scrolling through Insta stories wishing you were there. Grab a ticket, grab a drink, and prepare to get lost in a kaleidoscope of sound that even James Murphy would nod his head to.

Alright, fellow sonic explorers, prepare to have your existential ennui obliterated. Andrew Bird, the maestro of whistling wizardry and violin virtuosity, is teaming up with the Los Angeles Philharmonic for a night that's destined to be more iconic than that time Bowie and Bing Crosby got festive. Picture this: Bird’s ethereal, loops-rich soundscapes merging with the orchestral grandeur of the LA Phil, creating a kaleidoscopic experience that'll make your soul levitate. It's like someone threw a Wes Anderson film and a Radiohead record into a cosmic blender, and the result is playing live right before your very eyes. This is the kind of collaboration that makes music nerds weak in the knees and gives pretentious audiophiles something to genuinely gush about. Put down your lukewarm cold brew, grab your most ironic vintage tee, and make sure your heart is ready to handle the pure magic that will ensue. Miss this, and you'll be doomed to a life of watching shaky Instagram stories, wondering why you didn’t seize the moment.

If your playlist hasn't been hijacked by the spectral waves of Substance yet, consider this your wake-up call. The Belasco is about to transform into a post-punk cathedral, where synths whisper secrets and bass lines threaten to rupture the space-time continuum. With a lineup that reads like a roll call of the underground's crème de la crème, it's not just a concert—it's an unholy communion. Drab Majesty will lead the charge with their celestial concoctions, while the likes of Buzz Kull and Kontravoid keep you teetering on the edge of euphoria and existential crisis. Whether you're there for Zanias's haunting allure or the retro-futuristic echoes of Automelodi, every act is a portal to a dimension where rhythm reigns supreme. Snap up your tickets before you're left scrolling through the #SubstanceFOMO feeds, wishing you'd made the cut. Arrive early, stay late, and prepare for your soul to be sonically reconfigured.

When Gryffin hits the stage, expect the kind of electric alchemy that turns a run-of-the-mill Tuesday night into an ethereal escape. Known for crafting soundscapes that blend serene indie vibes with the pulse of synth-driven euphoria, Gryffin is the sonic wizard we didn't know we needed. This ain't just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who crave music that makes you forget how to stand still. Imagine the dreamiest rooftop party where the skyline is just as breathtaking as the beats. Miss this, and you'll not only lose your hipster cred, but you'll also be stuck scrolling through Insta stories wishing you were there. Grab a ticket, grab a drink, and prepare to get lost in a kaleidoscope of sound that even James Murphy would nod his head to.

If you're not planning to drop everything and get yourself to Daði Freyr's show, then honestly, what are you even doing with your life? The Icelandic sensation is bringing his kaleidoscopic charisma to the stage, serving up a sonic buffet that's as infectious as a TikTok dance challenge but with way more cred. Expect an all-ages crowd who knows their synthpop from their shoegaze, gathered under one roof for a night of unbridled joy that's sure to make even the most stoic hipster crack a smile. Doors swing open at 7:00 p.m., so come early and bask in the anticipation. Just remember to keep your tote bags under 12" x 6" x 12" unless you're ready for an extra pat-down. The scene is set, the vibes are immaculate—don't be the one scrolling through stories regretting you missed out.

Prepare your most ironic outfit and brace yourself for an auditory hug from Parra for Cuva at Outset—a venue where the walls have stories and every corner whispers secrets. This is more than just a gig; it's an immersion into a soundscape where electronic whispers meet organic pulses, creating the kind of atmosphere that makes your heart beat in 7/8 time. Standing room only means you’ll be shoulder to shoulder with fellow sonic explorers, vibing to beats that effortlessly marry the ethereal and the earthly. No re-entry? No problem. Once you’re in, you won’t want to leave. Whether you’re a seasoned audiophile or an indie newbie, this is your ticket to momentary transcendence—a night that promises to be the backdrop to your next existential revelation. Don't just hear about it; live it.

If your weekend plans are still in the TBD pile, consider this your golden ticket to hipster paradise: Supertaste is hitting The Echo, and it's about to be a night you’ll regret missing. This duo, known for their kaleidoscopic beats and infectious vibes, will transport you to a sonic wonderland where every synth note feels like a secret handshake. Expect a sea of vintage windbreakers swaying to groove-laden rhythms that blur the line between nostalgia and now. Pro tip: keep an eye on The Echo’s socials for surprise guest appearances and setlist teases that might just include that B-side you’ve been spinning all summer. Cancel your Netflix plans and dust off your dancing shoes—this is the kind of gig that turns mere nights into legendary stories.

Ready to transcend the mundane and dive into a soundscape that feels like a lucid dream? Bonobo's Distance in Static Live North American Tour is your portal. This isn’t just a show; it's an experience that promises to transform any venue into a realm where time melts and melody reigns supreme. As the clock strikes 8:00 p.m. and the lights dim, expect your usual cynicism to dissolve in a sea of ethereal beats and lush, ambient textures crafted by the maestro of electronica himself.

Forget what you think you know about live performances—this is an all-ages journey into the heart of Bonobo's auditory universe, where every note is a whisper of magic. Pack your essentials in a bag small enough to pass the venue’s rules (remember, 12" x 6" x 12"), and prepare to have it searched—because they’re just making sure you're not smuggling in any extra cool. This is the kind of night you’ll tell your friends about, the one that turns your Instagram stories into a living postcard from the edge of euphoria. Get your ticket, get your groove, and get ready to lose yourself.

Ready to transcend the mundane and dive into a soundscape that feels like a lucid dream? Bonobo's Distance in Static Live North American Tour is your portal. This isn’t just a show; it's an experience that promises to transform any venue into a realm where time melts and melody reigns supreme. As the clock strikes 8:00 p.m. and the lights dim, expect your usual cynicism to dissolve in a sea of ethereal beats and lush, ambient textures crafted by the maestro of electronica himself.

Forget what you think you know about live performances—this is an all-ages journey into the heart of Bonobo's auditory universe, where every note is a whisper of magic. Pack your essentials in a bag small enough to pass the venue’s rules (remember, 12" x 6" x 12"), and prepare to have it searched—because they’re just making sure you're not smuggling in any extra cool. This is the kind of night you’ll tell your friends about, the one that turns your Instagram stories into a living postcard from the edge of euphoria. Get your ticket, get your groove, and get ready to lose yourself.

Ditch whatever pseudo-hip plans you thought you had this weekend because the universe has a new alignment: Jai Wolf's 10 Year Anniversary Tour is touching down at The Bellwether, and it's the kind of cosmic event you'll kick yourself for missing. Picture yourself in the Looking Glass Lounge—an exclusive, stage-adjacent oasis where the beats hit different, the drinks are crafted just for your refined taste, and the grazing table is as endless as Jai Wolf's soundscapes. This isn't just another gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage, where the indie kids and synth wizards unite under a kaleidoscope of lights and nostalgia. Forget your cash—the future is cashless, just like this unforgettable night. Access is limited, vibes are infinite. See you on the balcony, if you can make it past the velvet rope.