1720

Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope that is Lumasi, the indie darlings known for turning every venue into a swirling tapestry of sound and emotion. This isn't just another gig—it's a System Error-curated odyssey, with Okayjake, Abelation, and Anabadi setting the stage for an unforgettable night. Think pulsating beats that blur the lines between reality and reverie, all while you get lost in the crowd of like-minded music aficionados. The 18+ no re-entry policy means commitment is key, but hey, isn't that what makes the best nights legendary?

For those who crave the VIP experience—imagine kicking back with your crew in your own corner of the universe, complete with a bottle of your choosing and cocktail service at the wave of a hand. Just ensure your entire squad is present because exclusivity has its privileges.

Underneath the glittering guise of this sonic soiree, remember the golden rule: ride share is your best friend. After all, you wouldn't want to waste a single moment trying to find parking when there’s a momentous night to be had. Miss this, and you'll be left piecing together the magic from Instagram stories and whispered tales of the night that was.

Get ready to ditch your usual Saturday night plans because Zorza & Sim0ne are about to set Los Angeles on fire with their explosive debut, 4Ever LA. This isn't just any warehouse rave—it's a sonic collision of Toronto's hyper-techno queen Zorza and London's techno prodigy Sim0ne, bringing their electrifying synergy to the 1720 Warehouse. Expect a night drenched in pulsating beats and euphoric melodies that'll keep you dancing until dawn. With a killer support lineup featuring AngelFire, Lola, and Denkai, this event is guaranteed to be the underground spectacle of the season. Fair warning: tickets are hotter than a July rooftop party in Brooklyn. So snag yours before they vanish faster than your post-rave memories.

Sigh, the legendary avant-garde metal maestros from Japan, are storming into LA at 1720, and trust me, you don’t want to be caught snoozing on this one. Imagine the sonic equivalent of a Miyazaki fever dream fused with the raw power of a Shinkansen bullet train—yeah, it’s like that. Their genre-defying alchemy will melt your face and expand your mind in ways only Sigh can manage. And with local heavyweights Dreadnought and Icon of Phobos setting the stage, this isn’t just a gig; it’s a full-on auditory pilgrimage.

Think you're too cool for VIP? Think again. Picture yourself and five of your closest co-conspirators dropped into the lap of luxury with bottle service and cocktail magic at your fingertips. Plus, let’s be real—priority admission is basically a golden ticket to skip the mundane and dive straight into the extraordinary. The secret's out, and the FOMO is real. So, rally your crew, call that ride share, and prepare your senses for a night that promises to be talked about in hushed, reverent tones at all your future basement hangs.

Slip on your coolest kicks and prepare to time-travel through sound as Com Truise catapults 1720 into a neon-drenched dreamscape on August 7, 2026. This isn't your run-of-the-mill club night—it's a sonic pilgrimage for synthwave disciples craving those retro-futuristic beats that make your heart race and your feet move. Think Blade Runner meets Miami Vice, all delivered with a thumping bassline that could resurrect a dance floor from the dead.

Doors creak open at 9:00 PM, but those in the know will be vibing early, ready to lose themselves in the electric haze. With VIP tables offering the kind of bottle service that feels more like a scene from a music video than real life, it's where the lines between fan and fantasy blur. This is your one-night invitation to a multisensory journey through space and time. Just make sure your rideshare app is updated, because when you finally emerge from the synth fog, you'll need a lift back to reality.

KAYA, Japan's avant-garde virtuoso, is about to unleash a sonic storm on 1720, and it’s the kind of night that Instagram legends are made of. Think Bowie meets Tim Burton in a Tokyo alleyway—this is visual kei at its most electrifying. Kaya’s gothic dark-wave spectacle is a rare gem for LA, dripping with theatrical flair and vocals that cut through the haze like a katana. Arrive early; you'll want to snag a spot close to the action because FOMO is a cruel beast. And for those who want to roll like the indie elite, VIP tables offer a booze-soaked oasis amidst the crowd. Just remember, this isn’t Coachella—leave the flower crowns at home and bring your boldest eyeliner game. Miss this, and you’ll be scrolling through stories wishing you’d been there to witness the glam chaos.

Dive headfirst into the dimly lit abyss of OBSESSION RAVE, where the thrill of the night is as intoxicating as it is inescapable. Channeling the raw, feverish pulse of a cult film that's already whispering to the dark corners of your soul, this is the kind of night where secrets are born and boundaries blur. Imagine a sonic vortex of dark pop and indie sleaze that dares you to lose yourself on the dance floor, with tracks by Current Joys and Felly setting the scene for something deliciously sinister. Held at the iconic 1720 Warehouse, the event promises a labyrinthine experience of hard dance and electro beats that will resonate in your bones long after the sun comes up. For those 18 and over who crave more than just a mundane Saturday, consider this your unmissable escape into the underworld of sound and shadow. Snag your ticket now—or live with the regret of missing the night everyone will be obsessively raving about.

If you're down to electrify your soul with a night of moody synths and brooding beats, Black Marble is your personal pied piper. Riding the reverb-soaked waves of post-punk nostalgia, their sound is like a forgotten mixtape you’d find in a dusty Brooklyn vinyl shop—haunting yet oddly familiar. And just when you think it's all too dreamlike, The Serfs come in hot with their dystopian dance punk to shake you awake. The venue whispers DIY vibes, so keep it eco-chic and hop in a ride share. Bonus: snagging a VIP table means your crew gets to flex with a bottle of top-shelf bliss and a cocktail service that’ll have you feeling like the indie royalty you truly are. But remember, this isn't about meet and greets—it's about losing yourself in the music, the moment, and maybe a little top-shelf tequila. This is one night where the FOMO is real, and the only cure is to dive headfirst into the sonic abyss.

Prepare yourselves, because Venjent is about to detonate the indie scene with a sonic boom that no amount of earplugs can mute. This is the kind of dance-in-a-dark-room-and-forget-your-existence experience that your cooler-than-thou playlist has been missing. Taking over Outset, the temple of all things underground and unforgettable, Venjent brings a sound that's like if My Bloody Valentine and Tame Impala had a lovechild raised by Aphex Twin. The venue's standing room only, so flex those thrifted sneakers and get ready to lose yourself in a sea of vibes and vinyl junkies. With a no re-entry policy, your only mission is to stay inside and let the beats wash over you like the thrift store glitter you know too well. Grab your ticket—a precious artifact with a strict six-piece limit—and hold onto it like your last roll of expired film. Don't say we didn't warn you; miss this, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone cooler than you.

Get ready to dive headfirst into the mosh pit of your dreams. NON SERVIUM is storming through like a raging bull from the streets of Spain, bringing with them a raw, unfiltered surge of punk and Oi! energy. This isn't just another gig; it's an international punk pilgrimage. Share the sweat and screams with the likes of QLOAQA LETAL and ANIMALES MUERTOS, alongside Mexican maestros ACIDEZ and Colombian rebels IRA. With each riff and roar, these bands are stitching a tapestry of rebellion that stretches from Madrid to Medellín.

Doors swing open at 5:30 PM, welcoming all ages into a haven where respect for the scene runs as deep as the bass lines. Leave your attitude at the door but bring your loudest voice and your most worn-in Docs. If you’re rolling in with a crew, snag a VIP table and live like punk royalty—just remember, this isn’t your average bottle service.

Ride-share your way to this sonic melee and prepare for a night where every slam, chant, and guitar shred is a declaration of freedom. Miss it, and you'll be left scrolling through FOMO-inducing stories of a night that could've been yours. Punk isn't dead; it's just getting started.

Lágrimas is about to hit 1720 like a lightning bolt, and if you've been anywhere near the pulse of the indie scene, you know this is the night to be all in. Subcutaneous Ink is curating this sonic rendezvous, promising an electrifyingly raw set from the underground's next big thing. Picture this: a kaleidoscope of sounds, from ethereal synth layers that melt into gritty guitar riffs, to vocals so haunting they'll echo in your head long after you've left the venue. This isn't just another gig—it's a rite of passage for those in the know. With an all-ages invite, the crowd will be a multi-generational melting pot, where seasoned vinyl collectors vibe alongside the TikTok tastemakers. And if you're feeling a little extra, snag a VIP table and sip like the rock royalty you are. Remember, this is a ride-share kind of night—because no one wants to worry about parking when there's history to witness. Set the tone for your September and carve out this moment in your memory; Lágrimas is not just a band, they're an experience.

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.

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.

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.

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.