Cel Genesis, Cry, and Sivil^3

Dive into the glitchy, liminal dreamscape of BACKROOMS RAVE: LEVEL 002, where reality warps and nostalgia reigns supreme. On October 29, 2026, forget the usual Halloween schtick and gear up for a night that blends the eerie allure of yesteryear with future beats that are as unpredictable as your playlist during Mercury retrograde. Powered by PARTYWITHMEL and ORLOVE BY NIGHT, this rave promises an odyssey through the peculiar and the profound, with Melissa Brooks and secret acts dropping breakcore bombs and weird-core wonders that'll haunt your Spotify for months. Don your finest backrooms entity or Halloween couture and slip into a dimension where the 80s, 90s, and Y2K vibes collide with hard kicks and unexpected twists. It's a sonic séance you can't afford to ghost.

Brace yourself, sonic explorers, because Steve Aoki’s DIM MAK 30 Tour is crashing into town like a neon-soaked tidal wave of euphoria. This isn’t just a gig; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of EDM's wildest revolution. Aoki, the party architect himself, will be setting the stage ablaze with beats that could resurrect a zombie dance floor. Expect legendary cake-throwing antics and enough high-octane energy to power a thousand underground raves. Joined by a cadre of Dim Mak’s freshest protégés, this isn’t just a concert—it's a full-blown auditory baptism that promises to blur the line between reality and a neon-lit fever dream. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through ecstatic Instagram stories, green with envy.

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.

When PC MUSIC decides to crash the LA party scene, you know you're in for a night that's more electric than your favorite synthwave playlist on overdrive. Pop Crypt is set to transform 1720's industrial haven into a neon-lit wonderland where hyperpop reigns supreme. This isn't just a gig; it's a technicolor odyssey through pitched-up vocals and sugar-rush drops that promise to break the sound barrier and possibly your reality. Costumes aren't just suggested—they're your passport to a night where the only limit is your imagination.

As the bass reverberates through the Arts District, expect the maximalist production to hit you harder than your morning cold brew. The lineup may be "TBA," but knowing PC MUSIC, each act will be a sonic revelation, a delicate dance of chaos and euphoria. Getting a VIP table? Prepare for a night of luxurious libations and priority access that makes you feel like the coolest kid in the crypt.

Whether you're a hyperpop disciple or a curious newbie, this is the Halloween bash that promises to haunt your dreams and playlists long after the ghostly echoes fade. Secure your spot and your unconventional getup—because on October 30th, the real world goes on pause, and Pop Crypt is our new dimension.

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 midnight, reality blurs into a kaleidoscope of bass-heavy beats and neon dreams as AC Slater takes center stage. This is a night where the underground pulses with the energy of tomorrow, a sonic journey crafted by the kingpin of Night Bass himself. If you’re looking for a party that will leave your eardrums tingling and your feet sore, this is it. Imagine sweat-drenched walls reverberating with the echoes of an uncontainable crowd, every drop and snare hitting like a secret handshake among the elite. It’s the kind of night that turns strangers into co-conspirators and leaves you boasting to your friends about the time you got lost in the groove of something legendary. Grab your tickets, rally your crew—this isn’t just another night out, it’s the stuff of subcultural legend.

When the clock strikes midnight, reality blurs into a kaleidoscope of bass-heavy beats and neon dreams as AC Slater takes center stage. This is a night where the underground pulses with the energy of tomorrow, a sonic journey crafted by the kingpin of Night Bass himself. If you’re looking for a party that will leave your eardrums tingling and your feet sore, this is it. Imagine sweat-drenched walls reverberating with the echoes of an uncontainable crowd, every drop and snare hitting like a secret handshake among the elite. It’s the kind of night that turns strangers into co-conspirators and leaves you boasting to your friends about the time you got lost in the groove of something legendary. Grab your tickets, rally your crew—this isn’t just another night out, it’s the stuff of subcultural legend.

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 you’re not already clearing your schedule for Brijean’s DJ set at Camilles at The Bellwether, you might need to check your indie cred. Brijean, the brainchild of percussion goddess Brijean Murphy (yes, that Brijean Murphy who’s graced stages with Mitski, Poolside, and Toro y Moi) and the multi-talented Doug Stuart, is bringing their hypnotic emulsion of psych-pop and vintage dance grooves to the turntables. Imagine swirling through a kaleidoscopic blend of disco daydreams, 90s house nostalgia, and that ineffable pop magic only the truly enlightened can conjure. It's not just a set; it’s a sonic odyssey through the paradox of existence, with Murphy’s rhythms pulsating like a heartbeat beneath Stuart’s lush harmonic landscapes. And with Colloboh setting the stage? Consider it your personal invite to the coolest corner of the cosmos. Miss this, and prepare for the gnarliest dose of FOMO imaginable.

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.

Brace yourself, because System Error is hosting the ultimate bass baptism at 1720 this Halloween. Gentlemens Club is bidding farewell to LA in a seismic send-off that promises to shake the city's foundations with a relentless barrage of sub-bass and grime grooves. This isn't just another night out; it's your last chance to catch these dubstep dons as they unleash a sonic storm of rolling 140s and cavernous wubs on a PK system built for the apocalypse. Expect nothing short of a bass-heavy blowout as you get swallowed by the low-end depths alongside the city's coolest crew. Leave your valuables at home, but bring your craving for chaos. Whether you're a basement beat junkie or a rooftop raver, this is the kind of night you’ll regret missing—an unrepeatable, high-octane tribute to LA's underground might. It's your final shot to be a part of something legendary. Don't just hear about it; be about it.

Dive into the sonic wonderland of MORTEN, the band that's been haunting your playlists and daydreams, now headlining an exclusive 21+ show that promises to shatter your reality in the best way possible. Nestled in a cashless venue that feels more like a secret society meeting, this gig is a labyrinth of pulsating rhythms and ethereal vocals, set to bewitch the coolest of cats. Forget about those sketchy third-party resellers—only TicketWeb and TIXR hold the golden keys to this audio odyssey. Picture this: an evening where your government-issued ID is your sonic passport, and each track unravels like a clandestine whisper in a crowded room. With bottle service and VIP options for those who want to elevate the experience, MORTEN is more than a concert; it’s your next great memory waiting to happen. Don't let this one slip past your radar—it's the kind of night that becomes legend by sunrise.

Get ready to park your ennui at the door, because Yoi Toki is dropping a Future Funk bomb on LA this Halloween, and it’s got your name written all over it. Imagine Saint Pepsi and Vantage going B2B—think of it as the indie music world's version of a cosmic collision, with sparks flying and beats dropping faster than you can say "nostalgia overload." This isn’t just a gig; it’s a neon-drenched time machine hurtling you through 80s consumer culture and 90s anime vibes, all filtered through a kaleidoscope of funky, disco-infused beats. It’s a fever dream of old-school cool with a twist of digital dazzle that even the most blasé beat seekers can’t resist. Costumes are your ticket to a realm where reality blurs and the dance floor becomes your playground. Don't just hear about it—live it. This isn't just another Saturday night; it's a pilgrimage for the culturally in-the-know. Be there, or risk having your social cred plummet faster than a dropped bassline.

Prepare to recalibrate your sonic compass, because Dillstradamus is about to detonate a sound bomb that'll reverberate through your indie-loving soul. Known for their kaleidoscopic fusion of post-punk grit and synth-laden euphoria, this band is the pulsing heartbeat of the underground scene. Imagine if LCD Soundsystem and Joy Division had a love child and raised it in a Brooklyn loft with a penchant for late-night existential raves. This 16+ event promises a night where shoegaze walls of sound meet dancefloor anthems, creating a mosh pit of introspective bliss. So lace up those Docs, grab your coolest pals, and prepare to witness the next big thing before your Spotify Discover Weekly catches on. Don't let your future self wallow in regret—Dillstradamus is the gig your group chat will be buzzing about for weeks.

Get ready to transcend your blasé existence as Sean Healy Presents: MISSIO's Love & Heartbreak Tour—a sonic pilgrimage that promises to shatter ennui and reassemble it into something beautifully chaotic. With the soul-stirring anthems of MISSIO at the helm, supported by the electrifying Fifteen0eight and the enigmatic Kent Osborne, this is more than just a gig—it's an immersive odyssey through the rawest emotions. Imagine yourself, wrapped in a tapestry of synth-laden catharsis and lyrical poignancy, mingling with fellow seekers of the sublime. For those who crave a deeper connection, the Meet & Greet and VIP Soundcheck Packages offer a golden ticket to intimacy, allowing you to brush shoulders with the architects of your new favorite existential crisis. Whether you're vibing in the pulse of GA or flexing that exclusive laminate like a backstage hero, November 1st is your night to dive headfirst into the visceral heart of indie alchemy. Catch it, or catch your regrets.

Brace yourselves, culture vultures and sonic thrill-seekers—The Moroccan Lounge is about to shake the very foundations of your musical world. On November 5, the stage will transform into a buzzing crucible of sound and spectacle, where the lines between reality and dystopian fantasy blur. Cel Genesis, hailing from the mean streets of Oakland, crashes in like a rogue wave of hardcore electronica, delivering a sonic assault that’s both terrifying and exhilarating. Their live show is a visceral experience, with visuals that haunt your sleep and strobe lights that flicker like a digital apocalypse.

Then, there’s Cry, the seismic collaboration between Kilbourne and Relaxer, who’ve pooled their punk and electronic wizardry to create a sound so intense, it’s like being caught in a sonic maelstrom. Their debut EP, AD 140, is a testament to the chaos they orchestrate—pure, unadulterated energy that shreds the air and leaves you gasping for more.

Closing the night, Sivil^3 offers a sharp, melancholic journey into the darkly ethereal. Their sound is corporal, a haunting echo in the void that reverberates long after the last note fades. This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into a new realm of indie alchemy. $15 in advance or $20 at the door is a small price to pay for what might just be the most electrifying night of your life. Don’t be the one who hears about it after it's too late—this is your chance to witness the future of sound, right here, right now.

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 swap your ennui for euphoria? Dive headfirst into the sonic rabbit hole of And Always Forever 2026, where the kings of hypnotic lo-fi, American Analog Set, will headline a night destined for the annals of indie lore. Taking the stage at The Echo, nestled in the heart of LA's musical underbelly, this is where your Spotify playlist comes to life. With Dutch Interior spinning intricate webs of post-punk reverie and Xela Fella's glitchy beats promising to make even your coolest friend's head bop, it's a line-up that reads like a who's who of underground royalty. Grab a ticket—or risk recounting Netflix binges to your future grandkids instead of this night. Slide into the Echoplex at 1154 Glendale Blvd and prepare to have your soul sonically cleansed. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage.

If you’re not planning to hit up The Bellwether for Wuki’s electrifying set, you might want to rethink your decision-making skills. This isn’t just a show, it’s a full-sensory soundscape where bass drops become life-altering moments and every synth is a shot of adrenaline straight to your indie heart. And for those who know that the only way to experience music is as close to the source as possible, there’s the Looking Glass Lounge—an elevated oasis of elite vibes. Imagine sipping on exclusive craft concoctions while gazing over a sea of rhythm-addled bodies, having skipped the queue with your VIP entrance. Oh, and private bathrooms? Because waiting is for the uninitiated. The Bellwether's cashless, so just tap your card and let the music take you. Remember, the delivery delay lifts 24 hours before showtime, so prep your playlist and charge your phone. FOMO is real, and missing this could haunt your Spotify Wrapped for years.

Get ready to time warp back to the golden age of indie sleaze and electro hedonism at D.A.N.C.E: 10 Year Anniversary. This isn't just a party; it's a sonic pilgrimage to when dance floors dripped with sweat and joy was measured in BPMs. Featuring the iconic sounds of Bag Raiders, the sassy brilliance of Uffie, and the unstoppable rhythm of Luiza Sá from CSS, this night screams nostalgia with a neon edge. We’re talking about a playlist that reads like a who’s who of Blog Haus royalty—Justice, MSTRKRFT, Chromeo, and Daft Punk, just to name a few. Meet us at 1720 E. 16th St, where the beats will be as relentless as your throwback feels. With doors opening at 9 pm, polish your dancing shoes and brace yourself for an epic rewind. This is your chance to relive the chaos, the charm, and the cacophony of an era that refuses to be forgotten. Plan your ride, grab a VIP table if you're feeling fancy, and whatever you do, don’t leave your valuables in the car—except maybe your inhibitions.

If you’re not at ZULAN this weekend, are you even living? This Brooklyn-based sonic brigade is about to redefine your concept of indie soundscapes. Imagine if your favorite dream pop vinyl got into an existential argument with a vintage synth and they decided to jam it out in a neon-lit basement. ZULAN’s live shows are the kind of electric chapel where you confess your sins and dance them away, all while wrapped in waves of lush reverb and skyscraper riffs. The buzz is already off the charts, with whispers of a surprise collaboration that might just melt your face off. Bring your coolest friends, or your most disposable ones—you’ll make some new ones by the third song anyway. Don't scroll past this like another predictable Instagram post; this is the night you'll be bragging about at every after-party until next festival season.

Snakehips are swooping into town, ready to electrify the night with their signature blend of future beats and nu-disco grooves. This isn’t just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for anyone who knows that the real magic happens when synths collide with sheer talent. Forget the mainstream noise and dive into a soundscape that’s as smooth as a silk bomber jacket and twice as cool. This 21+ soiree promises to be cashless and utterly priceless, with the kind of vibe that makes bottle service seem passé. Your golden ticket awaits via TicketWeb and TIXR—don’t let some third-party shenanigans lock you out of the sonic utopia that is Snakehips live. Dust off that ID, don your sharpest threads, and prepare to ride the wave of modern electronic mastery. Miss this, and you’ll be left scrolling Instagram, wondering why the best nights are always the ones you don't make it to.

Snakehips are swooping into town, ready to electrify the night with their signature blend of future beats and nu-disco grooves. This isn’t just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for anyone who knows that the real magic happens when synths collide with sheer talent. Forget the mainstream noise and dive into a soundscape that’s as smooth as a silk bomber jacket and twice as cool. This 21+ soiree promises to be cashless and utterly priceless, with the kind of vibe that makes bottle service seem passé. Your golden ticket awaits via TicketWeb and TIXR—don’t let some third-party shenanigans lock you out of the sonic utopia that is Snakehips live. Dust off that ID, don your sharpest threads, and prepare to ride the wave of modern electronic mastery. Miss this, and you’ll be left scrolling Instagram, wondering why the best nights are always the ones you don't make it to.

Ready to swap your ennui for euphoria? Dive headfirst into the sonic rabbit hole of And Always Forever 2026, where the kings of hypnotic lo-fi, American Analog Set, will headline a night destined for the annals of indie lore. Taking the stage at The Echo, nestled in the heart of LA's musical underbelly, this is where your Spotify playlist comes to life. With Dutch Interior spinning intricate webs of post-punk reverie and Xela Fella's glitchy beats promising to make even your coolest friend's head bop, it's a line-up that reads like a who's who of underground royalty. Grab a ticket—or risk recounting Netflix binges to your future grandkids instead of this night. Slide into the Echoplex at 1154 Glendale Blvd and prepare to have your soul sonically cleansed. This isn't just a gig; it's a rite of passage.

Get ready for the sonic apocalypse you didn’t know you needed at Brutal Extravaganza 2026, brought to you by the chaotic masterminds at Arson Theory. This isn’t just a gig; it’s a rite of passage for your eardrums. The night kicks off with Scythe of Grim’s blistering riffs and only escalates from there. Get Me The Knife will make you question your life choices in the best way possible, while I Ate Everybody promises to devour your last shreds of inhibition. Don’t sleep on Sovereign Strength’s seismic presence or the genre-defying chaos of Giddy Up Gangsta.

And as the night deepens, brace yourself for the unhinged theatrics of Dr. Acula before Arsonists Get All The Girls sets the stage ablaze with their genre-melting alchemy. This lineup is your chance to witness the raw, unfiltered edge of the scene, where every note is a battle cry and every chord a revelation. Grab your crew, catch a ride, and get there early because missing out isn’t an option. Remember, the best stories are born from nights like these—where the only thing louder than the music is the bragging rights. GA tickets are just $21, but let's be real, this experience is priceless.

Alright, scene kids and synthwave savants, brace yourselves for the sonic alchemy of the decade as Fox Stevenson and Mystery Skulls converge at the Bottom Lounge. This is not your average night out; it's an astral alignment of head-bobbing beats and ethereal grooves that will leave you wondering if you accidentally stepped into the coolest alternate universe. Presale your soul on August 27th at 10 AM sharp, because the general masses will be clamoring come Friday. Bottom Lounge has your back, keeping scalpers at bay, so your only job is to snag those tickets straight from the source. And don't sweat the digital wait—like all great rewards, your golden ticket will arrive in due time, ensuring your spot in a night that promises to rewrite the soundtrack of your summer. Don't be the one friend stuck hearing about it the next day—be there, in the moment, when indie legend meets electronic euphoria.

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.

Mark your calendars and set a dozen reminders because missing Swordes live is like forgetting your own birthday. Pretty But Wicked is serving up a sonic feast on November 11th that will make your soul do a happy dance. Let's be real—any plans you had before are now obsolete. Swordes, with their glitter-drenched guitar riffs and vocals that slice through the air like a hot knife through artisanal butter, are the band you bragged about knowing before they were cool. Catching them at this all-ages gig means you can witness the future of indie unfold right before your eyes without gatekeeping Gen Z wannabes snapping it all away on TikTok. Advanced tickets are just $20 but if you’re feeling bougie, wait until the day of to drop $25. Either way, be there or risk being that person who missed the gig of the year and ends up crying into their vintage flannel.

Dive headfirst into a maelstrom of blackened fury at 1720 this Thursday, where Devil Master headlines a lineup that promises to shake the foundations of L.A.'s underground music scene. Charged Noise delivers a night of sonic chaos with Volahn, Morbikon, Haunter, and Veneraxiom, each bringing their own brand of relentless riffing and raw, unfiltered energy. This is not just another show; it's a full-throttle immersion into the dark heart of heavy music that you can't afford to miss. Leave your ennui at the door, because this is where the real action is—where every chord strikes like a lightning bolt and every beat sends shockwaves through the crowd. Roll up early, lose yourself in the frenzy, and maybe even cop a VIP table if you’re feeling lavish—just don't leave your joy in the trunk.

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.

If you're the kind of person who thinks life should have a killer soundtrack, then DJ Meredith Marks' YOU. CAN. DANCE. Tour is your next pilgrimage. This isn't just another night out; it's a neon-soaked odyssey into the heart of beats that make your soul groove. The Bellwether's got your VIP experience covered with the Looking Glass Lounge, where you'll sip exclusive elixirs and nibble on a complimentary grazing table while rubbing shoulders with the city's most discerning tastemakers. Think of the Lounge as your portal to the dreamscape of vibe-heavy mixes and dancefloor revelations, complete with a private entrance and bathrooms, because we're all about living that luxe life. A cashless venue means one thing: more time for you to lose yourself in the euphoria of sound. Secure your spot before the delivery delay lifts and the rest of the world catches on. Trust us, you'll want to be able to say you were there when the world discovered their new favorite DJ.