Oliver Malcolm

If you weren't already clutching your most ironic tote bag and sprinting to The Echo, you're missing the hottest ticket this side of the LA River. Oliver Malcolm's sold-out set is the kind of sonic baptism you didn't know you needed, blending genre-defying grooves with lyrics that cut like your ex's last text. He's the musical lovechild of Beck and a Madchester rave, fueled by the kind of raw, untamed energy you can only find in the depths of an underground scene. The Echo is practically vibrating with anticipation, and trust me, the Instagram stories won't do it justice. Missing this? That’s a regret you'll be nursing over overpriced oat milk lattes for weeks.