Metal/Hardcore shows in Los Angeles

Brace yourself for a spine-rattling night of pure, unadulterated chaos at Thrashoween, where the underground becomes the main stage and the sounds are anything but sinister. Sinister Sounds is unleashing a lineup that reads like the holy scriptures of hardcore—VBNSAMODIVA, WASTED, HXCMORTALIS, MASSECUTOR—each name a promise of aural anarchy. This isn't just a gig; it's a pagan ritual in distortion.

Wave goodbye to mundane weekends and jump into the vortex of sound where mosh pits are the only dance floors. Pro tip: hop on a rideshare or arrive early if you're driving—parking's tighter than the band's circle of friends. Leave your valuables at home but bring your wildest self.

For the hedonists among us, the VIP tables offer a sanctuary lined with bottles of your choice—be it vodka, tequila, or champagne. Think of it as a throne from which to watch the mayhem unfold, serviced with the kind of cocktail magic that would make Bacchus blush. Just make sure you're 21+, and your credit card's got your back, because this night is going to be one for the books, the blogs, and the blurry memories.

Don't just read about it on Monday; live it. Thrashoween is the reckoning of all your indie dreams and nightmares. Miss it, and you're officially out of the loop.

Dive headfirst into a maelstrom of blackened fury at 1720, 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.