Everything Everything - Get To Heaven 10th Annivesary Tour

Crank your cool radar to max: Kruder & Dorfmeister are descending on our scene and they're bringing a sound that's smoother than your best friend's vintage vinyl collection. This is the duo that practically invented the coffee shop chill-out playlist before chillwave was a twinkle in Neon Indian's eye. Fresh off their latest reinvention—a soundscape you've gotta hear live to truly vibe with—this isn't just a concert; it's an aural pilgrimage. Picture it: a dimly lit room, the stage glowing with a wash of hypnotic visuals, and a crowd swaying like reeds in a sonic breeze. It's the kind of night you'll talk about in echoes, the kind where the bassline lingers in your soul long after your last sip of craft IPA. Grab your crew, dust off your coolest threads, and prepare for an expedition into the deep cuts of downtempo bliss. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it at every afterparty until the next ice age.

This Saturday, the indie cosmos aligns for a night that promises to be the sonic equivalent of a celestial event. Ceremony East Coast kicks things off with their post-punk precision, a heady cocktail of raw energy and introspective lyrics that’ll have you thrashing while contemplating your existential angst. Then there's Bicep, the Belfast boys who’ve turned electronic into an art form, delivering beats so hypnotic you'll feel like you're dancing through a lucid dream. As if that weren’t enough, Burial Woods will envelop you in their atmospheric indie-folk tapestry, weaving melodies that make you wish you had a cabin in the woods to ponder your life choices. But don't slip out before Soft Faith takes control—this DJ set will transform the venue into a euphoric haven, where the bass syncs perfectly with your racing heart. It's the kind of lineup that makes staying home feel like a crime.

If your calendar's been looking as empty as a Williamsburg warehouse pre-renovation, it's time to pencil in a night that'll have you bragging to your friends who "discovered" that one band on TikTok last week. Lady Heroine, Nectarine Girl, and Fruit Punch are set to detonate at [Venue Name]—a trifecta that promises to be the live soundtrack of your 'Best Night Ever' Instagram story. Picture this: Lady Heroine's lush psychedelic riffs wrapping around you like the perfect thrifted leather jacket, Nectarine Girl's synthpop daydreams turning the stage into a sonic kaleidoscope, and Fruit Punch serving up the kind of power-pop hooks that make you reminisce about summer romances and mixtapes. All this for the price of a couple of oat milk lattes. Doors swing open at 6 pm, so get there early—because, let's be real, you can't afford the heartbreak of being that person stuck outside listening to the muffled magic through the walls. Grab your ticket now and save yourself the shame of paying the door price while all your friends are already inside claiming their spots.

Dive headfirst into a sonic wonderland with Julia Wolf, the indie pop priestess whose lyricism cuts as deep as a thrifted leather jacket on a crisp Brooklyn night. Her latest gig promises a kaleidoscope of shimmering synths and razor-sharp beats that make you feel like you're cruising through a neon dreamscape. Wolf's voice—ethereal yet commanding—wraps around you like the perfect vintage find, leaving you breathless and craving more. This isn't just a show; it's a communion of the cool, a gathering of the genre-defying glitterati. If you're not there, are you really anywhere? Prepare for a night where the line between audience and artist dissolves into a collective exhale of pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Don't just read about it, embody it.

Clear your calendar and prep your best ironic band tee because Elder is about to unravel the fabric of your reality, one mind-bending riff at a time. This isn't just a gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage through the cosmic realms of stoner rock and progressive psychedelia. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to float through a neon nebula while riding a wave of fuzz-drenched euphoria, Elder's live set is your ticket to enlightenment. Think of it as a spiritual retreat for audiophiles, where distortion pedals replace incense and the only mantra is "louder." Slip into the crowd at your own risk—you might just find yourself headbanging next to that mysterious vinyl collector from the record store, or sharing a knowing nod with a fellow music fiend who gets that sometimes, the only therapy you need is a wall of sound. This is the kind of night you'll reminisce about at every afterparty, the kind that leaves you with a ringing in your ears and a new lease on life. Don't sleep on it, because you know this is exactly what you've been craving.

Clear your schedule and dust off your coolest vintage band tee, because Franklin Jonas & The Byzantines are about to shake up your existential ennui with a sound that's as electric as a neon sign in a rainstorm. Picture this: Franklin, the prodigal Jonas, trading Disney gleam for gritty riffs and lyrical depth, backed by The Byzantines—a crew of sonic masons crafting epic aural cathedrals from basement-shoegaze bricks and synthpop mortar. They're headlining a set that's equal parts transcendental jam and intimate confession, where the walls sweat nostalgia and the air buzzes with future anthems. If there’s ever been a night to risk the G train for a taste of the underground’s untapped magic, this is it. Bring your jaded soul and leave with a setlist of new obsessions.

Stanley Simmons is hitting the stage, and if you're not there, you're missing out on the kind of night that turns into legend by morning. This isn’t just another gig; it’s a rite of passage for anyone who claims to know a thing about the indie scene. Stanley's sound is like a sonic rollercoaster through glimmering synth landscapes and gritty guitar riffs, each track a postcard from a realm where the past and future make out under flickering neon lights. Trust me, this isn’t just a show—it’s a full-on auditory baptism that’ll have you questioning why you ever missed a Monday night for Netflix. So grab your tickets in advance because you don’t want to be that person scrolling through blurry Instagram stories wishing you felt the bass in your bones. Doors at 6, vibes till forever.

Dive headfirst into a kaleidoscope of sound with Earlybirds Club, the band that’s single-handedly reviving your jaded soul’s faith in live music. Their upcoming gig at the no-name dive bar that everyone knows is the scene’s worst-kept secret promises to transcend the usual humdrum of paint-by-numbers indie shows. Imagine if Mac DeMarco and Phoebe Bridgers decided to have an impromptu jam session while Portishead slinked in to provide the groove, and you’re halfway there. Expect lo-fi heartache, synths that shimmer like a heatwave off Bedford Ave pavement, and hooks so sharp they’ll carve a niche in your ever-cynical heart. Grab your battered denim jacket and your ironic tote; this is the kind of night that stamps itself onto memory and lingers long after the last guitar string fades. Miss this, and trust me: you'll regret it when your cooler-than-thou friend won’t shut up about it over overpriced oat milk lattes.

Dive headfirst into a sonic wonderland with Julia Wolf, the indie pop priestess whose lyricism cuts as deep as a thrifted leather jacket on a crisp Brooklyn night. Her latest gig promises a kaleidoscope of shimmering synths and razor-sharp beats that make you feel like you're cruising through a neon dreamscape. Wolf's voice—ethereal yet commanding—wraps around you like the perfect vintage find, leaving you breathless and craving more. This isn't just a show; it's a communion of the cool, a gathering of the genre-defying glitterati. If you're not there, are you really anywhere? Prepare for a night where the line between audience and artist dissolves into a collective exhale of pure, unfiltered ecstasy. Don't just read about it, embody it.

If your soul's been craving a jolt of electric authenticity, JJerome87 is about to plug you in. This enigmatic outfit brings a live set that's not just a performance but an initiation into their sonic cult. Picture this: gritty basement vibes meeting cosmic synth waves, where every note feels like it's been dipped in midnight magic. With JJerome87, you're not just a spectator; you're part of an unfolding narrative that crackles with the energy of a thousand garage dreams. It's an $35 investment in the kind of memory that'll make your future self weep with gratitude. Doors at 7pm, but if you're fashionably late, you'll be catching FOMO instead of the opening riff.

Here's the night to end all nights: The Rikkies are descending upon the scene, ready to rattle your bones and resurrect your soul with their latest post-punk bangers. This isn’t just a gig; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of indie coolness, where only the sonically enlightened dare to tread. Opening the portal is summerclub, the synthpop collective that turns nostalgia into an art form, spinning beats that feel like every summer you wish you'd had. Then there's Natalie Wilson, the dream-pop sorceress whose vocals could make even the most hardened city dweller weep into their overpriced IPA. Doors creak open at 8pm—come early, because FOMO is real, and this is where the night of your indie dreams begins. Grab your ticket in advance, because once the day of show hits, the price—and your regret—soars.

If your weekend plans don't already involve a transcendental encounter with SUPERTALL, you might want to reevaluate your life choices. This Brooklyn-based collective is redefining the indie landscape one shimmering soundscape at a time, blending cosmic shoegaze vibes with a synthpop pulse that could resurrect Ian Curtis himself. Their latest basement gig promises an auditory journey that oscillates between ethereal and electrifying, guaranteed to make even the most stoic hipster shed a tear of joy behind those vintage Wayfarers. Trust us, this isn't just a show—it's a rite of passage for anyone claiming residency in the realm of the cool. Prepare for a night of lush soundwaves and communal euphoria that'll have you questioning why you'd ever consider missing out on the scene's best-kept secret.

Prepare to have your eardrums blissfully obliterated at the GIRL NOISE Music Festival, where the future of indie is not just female—it's ferociously loud. This isn't just a show; it's a sonic pilgrimage. girlpuppy will tug on your heartstrings with her lo-fi confessions, while Double Standard is set to rewrite your understanding of bedroom pop with synth layers thick enough to drown in. fesssi k. is poised to hypnotize with beats that defy gravity, making you question if your feet ever really touched the ground.

Kid Lake is bringing a tidal wave of garage rock rebellion that’ll leave you drenched in nostalgia for a summer that never happened. Sabrina Song is ready to serenade your soul with her crystalline vocals, proving that introspection can be an anthem. screenager will teleport you to a dimension where shoegaze and dream pop decide to throw a rave. And let's not forget Simone, who will close out the night with a performance that’s less of a set and more of a transcendental exorcism.

With doors creaking open at 6pm, this sonic soirée is a steal at $20 in advance—consider it an investment in your cred. $25 at the door if you’re feeling spontaneous or fashionably late. All ages welcome if you’ve got a guardian who’s still cool enough to accompany you. Come for the music, stay for the scene—that's if you can handle the FOMO by just reading this.

If your calendar's looking as uninspired as a Spotify Discover Weekly post-Millennium Parade binge, it’s time to inject some life with Justin Nozuka's set—an evening guaranteed to recalibrate your sonic senses. Nozuka, the genre-blurring maestro who effortlessly fuses soul-stirring folk with a post-modern indie twist, is gracing the stage, and you won’t want to miss this. His live shows are where intimate lyricism meets raw, unfiltered energy—a perfect storm of feels that will make your jaded heart remember why you fell in love with music in the first place. Imagine sipping a locally-brewed IPA while Nozuka's honey-warm vocals transport you to a parallel universe where time doesn’t exist and the only thing that matters is the next crescendo. Trust me, your future self will thank you for ditching whatever Netflix doc you had lined up for this night of pure auditory bliss. 16 and over, because some experiences are just too mature for the TikTok crowd.

This Friday night, the moonlit alleys of indie dreams converge at The Electric Loon, where Christopher Ardra and Blue Rumor join forces to melt faces and hearts alike. Christopher Ardra, the ethereal bard with a penchant for sonic alchemy, will sweep you into a vortex of haunting melodies and introspective lyricism that feels like a lucid dream you never want to end. Then, Blue Rumor takes the stage—imagine a kaleidoscope of synth-infused euphoria and gritty guitar riffs that would make Kevin Shields grin. Doors creak open at 8pm, but arrive early—this is the kind of night that gets whispered about over overpriced lattes and stuck on the tip of your tongue until the next basement revelation. Tickets are a steal at $20 in advance, but even at $25 the day of, it’s cheaper than therapy. Come for the music, stay for the transcendence.

Dive into the neon-soaked nostalgia of Everything Everything's Get To Heaven 10th Anniversary tour as it lands in North America, promising a night that feels like mainlining pure serotonin. The Bellwether is your cathedral, and the Looking Glass Lounge is the confessional where the indie faithful gather to revel in the off-kilter genius of a band that's always three steps ahead of the curve. Imagine losing yourself in the kaleidoscopic chaos of their sound while perched in a stage-adjacent sanctuary, sipping on exclusive concoctions that would be right at home in an Arcade Fire fever dream. With a private bar and your own rock 'n' roll Narnia to explore, this isn't just a gig—it's a pilgrimage for those who still believe in the transformative power of live music. Forget cash; bring your craving for the extraordinary and prepare to have your expectations shattered as the Bellwether becomes your new Mecca.

Once the Lolla dust settles, the real magic kicks off at beabadoobee's Official Lolla Aftershow—a twilight serenade for those who truly know. Nestled in a venue where the echoes of shoegaze mingle with the whispers of tomorrow's indie anthems, this is where bea's dreamy guitar riffs and angelic vocals will make you question why you ever settled for mainstage mediocrity. And this isn't just any gig; it's an artistic communion. With $1 from every ticket fueling arts education in Chicago, you're not just witnessing history—you're shaping it. This is your chance to lose yourself in the sonic ether with a crowd that gets it, where the cool kids converge and new legends are born. So, don't just hear about it—be about it.

Brace yourselves, cool cats, because Moon Fever and ReachNYC are about to rip through the sonic fabric of your comfort zone. This is the kind of gig that you'll pretend you were at, but trust me, you won't want to fake it. Moon Fever brings a raw, electrifying energy that feels like chasing a comet on a Harley, while ReachNYC's infectious hooks will have even the most cynical wallflowers swaying like they're at a secret rooftop rave. It's the sound of now, thrumming with an urgency that demands your presence. If you're in the know, you know this is the night to trade Netflix for neon lights and dive headfirst into the mosh pit of your indie dreams. Get ready to feel alive, because this isn't just another Brooklyn night—it's the one you'll be bragging about for years.

Ditch your plans for another ironic taco night and head to a gig where the vibes are as electric as the crowd's meticulously curated thrift fits. The Royston Club is set to blow the roof off with their jangly guitars and lyrics that wrap around your brain like your favorite vintage scarf. This isn't just some band—you'll be dropping their name at every afterparty for weeks. Doors swing open at 6 PM sharp, promising an evening that starts with a bang and won't let up. Whether you're a seasoned indie aficionado or just here to update your Spotify with some serious cred, this is your chance to catch the next big thing before your cousin in Portland can claim them first. Tickets are a steal at $18 in advance, but trust me, even at $22 day-of, it's the best investment you'll make since you snagged that first-press vinyl. Come for the music, stay for the scene, and leave with stories that will make even your cool friend's Substack seem a little bit jealous.

Chelsea Wolfe’s THE DARK World Tour is rolling into town like a thunderstorm, and if you’re not there, you’d better have a good excuse or a penchant for regret. Known for her haunting blend of doom folk and gothic grandeur, Wolfe’s live shows are nothing short of a spiritual experience—think sonic ritual meets avant-garde opera. Her ethereal voice will seep into your soul while the shadowy melodies will vibrate through your bones. Expect the unexpected as she conjures a world where the macabre and the divine dance under the same moody spotlight. This is the show where the cool kids will shed their jaded exteriors, standing next to you in awe, surrendering to a night that promises to be as transformative as it is unforgettable. Miss it, and you might just have to leave the scene entirely.

Ditch your plans for another ironic taco night and head to a gig where the vibes are as electric as the crowd's meticulously curated thrift fits. The Royston Club is set to blow the roof off with their jangly guitars and lyrics that wrap around your brain like your favorite vintage scarf. This isn't just some band—you'll be dropping their name at every afterparty for weeks. Doors swing open at 6 PM sharp, promising an evening that starts with a bang and won't let up. Whether you're a seasoned indie aficionado or just here to update your Spotify with some serious cred, this is your chance to catch the next big thing before your cousin in Portland can claim them first. Tickets are a steal at $18 in advance, but trust me, even at $22 day-of, it's the best investment you'll make since you snagged that first-press vinyl. Come for the music, stay for the scene, and leave with stories that will make even your cool friend's Substack seem a little bit jealous.

Clear your Wednesday night plans and prepare for an auditory awakening as Revenge Wife and Quelle Rox take over the soundscape. Dive deep into the kaleidoscope of indie pop where Revenge Wife's electro confessions meet Quelle Rox’s dream-drenched soundscapes. Imagine the sonic lovechild of an 80s synthwave prom and a Brooklyn rooftop party at sunrise. It's the kind of night where you'll lose yourself in the music and find yourself in the crowd. Don't be the one scrolling through Instagram stories in regret the next day—be there, live it, and let the FOMO be someone else's problem.

Get ready to dive deep into a kaleidoscope of sound with Magenta Wave, the band that’s been causing seismic shifts in the indie scene's tectonic plates. This isn’t just another gig; it’s a sonic baptism. With doors swinging open at 9pm, this 21+ night promises an auditory journey that flirts with your senses and leaves you questioning the very fabric of your music taste. Snag your advance tickets now for a cool $18, or roll the dice at the door for $22 if you’re feeling lucky. Expect a night where synths shimmer like the last golden hour of a summer festival and lyrics wrap around you like the coziest thrifted sweater. A Magenta Wave show is less a concert, more a rite of passage for anyone who claims to know their way around the hidden gems of the indie universe. Miss it, and you might just have to hand in your cool card.

As the moon rises over the gritty streets, dive headfirst into a sonic whirlpool with Connor Bracken & The Mother Leeds Band, who shred like Springsteen's lovechild raised on a diet of Black Keys riffs and Asbury Park loyalty. Prepare for the electric catharsis of Brian K & The Parkway, an outfit that drips with the swagger of a Jersey highway at midnight, channeling their inner Strokes with a sprinkle of surf-rock grit. Carissa Johnson & The Cure-Alls wrap it up with a fierce, anthemic punch—think Patti Smith fronting a garage band that got lost in the neon glow of a synthpop dreamscape. If your nights have felt a little too quiet, this is your call to arms. Forget Netflix and those disintegrating plans; this is the real deal, the kind of night that makes you remember why you loved music in the first place.

Clear your schedule and prep your most ironic band tee because Arlo is about to crash-land into your sonic universe, and it's an experience your ears won't forgive you for missing. This isn't just another night out—it's a pilgrimage to the mecca of indie enlightenment. With doors swinging open at 8pm and tickets priced like a Spotify subscription, the choice between catching Arlo live or streaming them on repeat is a no-brainer. They're the underdog darlings of the scene, channeling the ethereal chaos of shoegaze and the electric intimacy of synthpop with a sprinkle of something so fresh it defies genre. Think if My Bloody Valentine had a lovechild with that obscure SoundCloud artist who popped up in your Discover Weekly once. Show up, vibe out, and leave with stories that will make your friends wish they were cooler—or at least, more in-the-know.

If you're still chasing that elusive high of discovering your next favorite sound in a dimly lit room packed with strangers who might just be your new best friends, then clear your calendar. San Holo is about to flip your world with TRUE LOVE IN A MADE UP WORLD, a sonic odyssey that feels like the soundtrack to your late-night existential musings. This isn’t just a show; it’s an immersion into a labyrinth where ethereal beats and heart-tugging melodies collide, crafted by the maestro of feels himself. Expect a transcendental mix of glitchy synths and soul-stirring basslines that hit harder than your last existential crisis. This is the kind of night that makes your Spotify algorithm jealous. Get ready to feel alive in a way that only happens when the music and a room full of kindred spirits do the talking. Go ahead, try not to catch the FOMO. We dare you.

If you're still chasing that elusive high of discovering your next favorite sound in a dimly lit room packed with strangers who might just be your new best friends, then clear your calendar. San Holo is about to flip your world with TRUE LOVE IN A MADE UP WORLD, a sonic odyssey that feels like the soundtrack to your late-night existential musings. This isn’t just a show; it’s an immersion into a labyrinth where ethereal beats and heart-tugging melodies collide, crafted by the maestro of feels himself. Expect a transcendental mix of glitchy synths and soul-stirring basslines that hit harder than your last existential crisis. This is the kind of night that makes your Spotify algorithm jealous. Get ready to feel alive in a way that only happens when the music and a room full of kindred spirits do the talking. Go ahead, try not to catch the FOMO. We dare you.

If you're not already vibing to NOTD, it's time to fix that oversight and join the ranks of the initiated. The Swedish duo is touching down, and they've got a knack for transforming any venue into a euphoric escapade. Their tracks are an intoxicating blend of earworm hooks and infectious beats, making this event a must for anyone who claims to have their finger on the pulse of what's hot. Think less "just another night out" and more "sonic pilgrimage for the cool kids." With a sound that flirts dangerously between polished pop perfection and underground credibility, NOTD is set to turn the night into a kaleidoscope of synth-laden dreams. If FOMO was a currency, you'd be bankrupt for missing this one. So, grab your best pair of dancing sneakers and prepare for an evening where even the most aloof hipster will find themselves lost in the rhythm. Trust us, this is the one you'll be bragging about for years.

Listen up, sound-surfers and beat connoisseurs: DJ Shadow is about to drop a seismic wave of sonic brilliance on your synapses. This isn’t just any set—it's a transcendental journey through the labyrinth of loops and samples that only Shadow can conjure. We're talking about a cerebral kaleidoscope where vintage vinyl whispers secrets to digital drum machines, and where the underground becomes your sanctuary. Forget the typical Friday night dive bar drudgery; this is where the real alchemy happens. If you've ever found yourself chasing the elusive dragon of musical euphoria, this is your ticket. Trust, you’ll want to be there when the needle hits the groove and the walls pulse with the collective heartbeat of the ones who truly get it.

Picture this: a sonic time machine that catapults you through the velvet-voiced allure of The Doors and the pulsating synthscapes of Depeche Mode. Feast of Friends is crash-landing back into The Cutting Room after a two-year cosmic sabbatical with The Double D, a tribute show that's less of a cover gig and more of a rite of passage for any self-respecting music aficionado. Fronted by the magnetic Bradford Rand and featuring drumming deity Ty Dennis, this lineup isn't just a band—it's a supernova of rock history. Forrest Penner, the guitar sorcerer, shreds with authenticity that Jim and Ray would tip their hats to. Add in the wizardry of Jeffrey Andrew on keys and Bryan Percivall's bass grooves that could raise Morrison from the grave, and you've got yourself the kind of night that the term "legendary" doesn't quite cover. Skip this, and you're exiling yourself to a wasteland of lesser gigs. This is a communion of classic rock and alternative spirit that will haunt your dreams.

Igorrr is storming the stage, and if your ears haven't been blessed by their baroque-metal-breakcore fusion, it's time to recalibrate your life choices. This isn’t just a gig; it’s an avant-garde adventure into the beautifully bizarre. Imagine Bach and Aphex Twin had a lovechild that raves in the catacombs—yeah, that’s Igorrr. Expect to get sonically sucker-punched and leave questioning reality. Dust off your most eclectic outfit, because blending in is not an option here. This is the night your future self will thank you for attending, and your Instagram feed will never look cooler.