Haute & Freddy

If you've been thirsting for the sonic equivalent of a thrifted leather jacket that somehow fits perfectly, Haute and Freddy are about to quench your dry spell. This duo is the lovechild of garage rock grit and synthpop shimmer, a marriage officiated by the ghosts of CBGB past. Their live set is a baptism-by-feedback, with Freddy's guitar work thrumming like a pulse you can’t ignore, while Haute’s vocals hover somewhere between a basement séance and a rooftop confession. Imagine a sonic road trip where you pick up Nancy Sinatra, leave her with The Strokes, and then crash Lana Del Rey's Malibu hideout. It's raw, it's real, and it's happening this Saturday night at the only venue that matters this week. If you're not there, what are you even doing?