Baba Stiltz, Natasha Stagg (reading), Barrett Avner, Ana Roxanne DJ

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.

This Friday, if you're not posted up at the Baba Stiltz x Natasha Stagg x Barrett Avner x Ana Roxanne DJ set, you might as well hand over your cool card. Picture this: Baba Stiltz weaving his signature lo-fi magic, while Natasha Stagg reads prose so sharp it could cut glass (or maybe just your ennui). Barrett Avner will be there, too, dropping philosophies that’ll make your third eye do a double-take, while Ana Roxanne spins tracks that feel like a synth-dream you never want to wake up from. This isn't just another night out—it's the kind of cultural cocktail your Instagram stories were made for. Don't just scroll through the aftermath on Saturday morning; be there to live it.

Dive headfirst into the sonic whirlpool that is @NICKCHEO the *TOUR* the *MOVIE*, where the line between live music and cinematic experience blurs into a euphoric fever dream. This isn’t just a show; it’s an immersive journey through the surreal, where every note feels like a brushstroke on a technicolor canvas painted by synths and strings. Picture yourself clutching a craft IPA, the bass vibrating through your soul, as you dissolve into a crowd of kindred spirits who know every whispered lyric by heart. The vibe is electric, the anticipation palpable, and the potential for unforgettable moments infinite. This is the night that will define your week, your month, and maybe even that burgeoning playlist that’s about to become your personal soundtrack. Get in before the FOMO hits, because this is where stories you'll tell for years are born.

If you're looking to transcend the mundane and dive headfirst into an auditory kaleidoscope, The Avalanches are about to turn your weeknight plans into pure magic. These maestros of the sampledelic universe are landing their sonic spaceship in town, and trust me, it’s not just a gig; it’s an experience. Picture yourself vibing to an otherworldly mix of beats and nostalgia, where every track feels like flipping through a scrapbook of sounds that time forgot but your soul instantly recognizes. This isn't just about music—it's about a communal journey where strangers become friends, sweat becomes an accessory, and the dance floor is your playground. So dust off your best vintage tees, lace up those beat-up Converse, and prepare to lose yourself in a swirl of synths and samples that will leave your Spotify algorithms gasping for air. Miss it and risk being the one hearing about it all through regretful whispers and envious Instagrams.

Brace yourself, sonic explorers, because Steve Aoki’s DIM MAK 30 Tour is crashing into town like a neon-soaked tidal wave of euphoria. This isn’t just a gig; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of EDM's wildest revolution. Aoki, the party architect himself, will be setting the stage ablaze with beats that could resurrect a zombie dance floor. Expect legendary cake-throwing antics and enough high-octane energy to power a thousand underground raves. Joined by a cadre of Dim Mak’s freshest protégés, this isn’t just a concert—it's a full-blown auditory baptism that promises to blur the line between reality and a neon-lit fever dream. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through ecstatic Instagram stories, green with envy.

If you're not at ROZ tonight, are you even in the know? This isn’t just another gig, it’s the nexus of an indie-verse where gritty shoegaze riffs melt into synth-laden dreams, all while you’re sipping cheap beer in a dimly lit basement that feels like the center of the universe. ROZ is the band that’s got the scene buzzing—half the crowd is here to soak up the sonic bliss, the other half just wants to say they were there. Their sound is like if My Bloody Valentine had a lovechild with CHVRCHES, and it's as electrifying as it is intoxicating. So, if your Spotify Wrapped is more obscure than your ex's new flame and your closet is a shrine to thrift gods, missing this would basically be self-sabotage. Let’s face it, Instagram stories won’t do justice to the vibe. Be there, or be tragically out of touch.

When the autumn chill bites and moonlit rooftops call, there's only one place to be this Halloween: the electrifying heights of Pier 17 with Project 91. Forget about haunted houses and pumpkin patches; this is a night where the synths howl and the beats haunt. Krewella and Nervo will be spinning spectral soundscapes, transforming the skyline into a pulsating dancefloor where the city's restless energy comes alive. Picture this: costumed revelers, basslines that make your bones rattle, and a backdrop that screams Instagram gold. For one night only, let the bass possess you and join the dance of the damned, because missing this would be a real horror story.

If you've been spinning circles in the same loop of Spotify's Discover Weekly and scrolling through Instagram stories in search of something—anything—that can wrench you from your existential ennui, look no further. Thriller: 80s Disco Halloween Night is your passport to a time when music videos were high art and synths ruled the world. It’s the kind of night where Michael T & Bill Coleman, the maestros behind Brooklyn's Love 2 Love party, will resurrect the spirits of New Wave and disco under flickering neon lights. Imagine yourself lost in the throbbing beats of Michael Jackson, The Human League, and Talking Heads, while the bassline of Chic's "Le Freak" courses through your veins like the freshest elixir you've tasted since LaCroix Pamplemousse.

This isn’t your typical Halloween party—it’s a clandestine rendezvous with the ghosts of CBGBs and Studio 54. Doors creak open at 11:30 pm, and for a mere 20 bucks, you’re in. Whether it’s the spectral allure of David Bowie's eerie charisma or the pure pop ecstasy of Duran Duran, this night promises to shake even the most jaded souls from their catatonic slumber. Be there, or risk forever missing out on the night your future self will wish you hadn't skipped.

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.

Alright, all you jaded rock aficionados and indie purists on the prowl for something to break the monotony, here's the gig that's gonna have you questioning why you ever thought punk was passé. Marky Ramone, yes, the rhythmic backbone of The Ramones, is stepping up to the mic to deliver a sonic time warp back to the gritty glory days of CBGB's. Imagine the blitzkrieg bop of yesteryear pounding through your veins, synthesized by the man who lived it. It’s a night where leather jackets and ripped jeans are more than fashion statements—they’re badges of honor. Trust me, you'll want to be in the thick of it, losing your voice to anthems that defined rebellion. Accessible accommodations? Sorted. All you need to do is snag a General Admission ticket and let the venue work its magic. If you've been craving a visceral, no-holds-barred trip down punk's memory lane, this is the night to leave your ennui at the door and get ready to pogo like you mean it.

Hey cool cats and dreamers—drop everything and prepare your senses for a transcendent trip down Penny Lane. The 46th Annual John Lennon Tribute is rolling into town, a kaleidoscopic celebration that promises to strum your heartstrings and elevate your peace-loving soul. This isn't just another tribute; it's an homage to the spirit of the man who dared us to imagine a world united by love and music.

With the iconic Cyndi Lauper headlining, expect a set that breaks all the rules while honoring the timeless classics we all secretly wish we wrote. Under the visionary baton of Rich Pagano from Fab Faux, the night will shimmer with Lennon and Beatles gems, reimagined through a lens of modern cool. And let's not forget our guide for the evening, Joe Raiola, whose wit will surely keep us anchored amidst the swirling nostalgia.

The full lineup is still wrapped in mystery, but trust us, it's the kind of secret you're going to want in on. So dust off those round glasses, slip into your grooviest threads, and snag your spot before it becomes the stuff of indie legend. Because when this night is over, you'll want to say you were part of the dream.

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.

If you're cruising through life thinking you've seen it all, think again. Marc Rebillet is about to flip your world upside down and inside out. The maestro of loop pedal wizardry is set to transform your mundane Tuesday night into a euphoric experience that blurs the lines between comedy, improv, and an out-of-this-world dance party. Imagine James Brown reincarnated as a mad scientist with a penchant for silk robes and spontaneous jams. Rebillet's live performance is a one-man show that feels like a fever dream in the best possible way—unpredictable, electric, and brimming with beats that could make even your grandma breakdance. With doors opening at 7 PM and tickets priced at $65 in advance (because you're smart like that) or $70 on the day, this is the vibrant chaos your soul's been craving. Don't sleep on this; your friends will be talking about it all year, and you know you want in on the action.

If you're cruising through life thinking you've seen it all, think again. Marc Rebillet is about to flip your world upside down and inside out. The maestro of loop pedal wizardry is set to transform your mundane Tuesday night into a euphoric experience that blurs the lines between comedy, improv, and an out-of-this-world dance party. Imagine James Brown reincarnated as a mad scientist with a penchant for silk robes and spontaneous jams. Rebillet's live performance is a one-man show that feels like a fever dream in the best possible way—unpredictable, electric, and brimming with beats that could make even your grandma breakdance. With doors opening at 7 PM and tickets priced at $65 in advance (because you're smart like that) or $70 on the day, this is the vibrant chaos your soul's been craving. Don't sleep on this; your friends will be talking about it all year, and you know you want in on the action.

If you're cruising through life thinking you've seen it all, think again. Marc Rebillet is about to flip your world upside down and inside out. The maestro of loop pedal wizardry is set to transform your mundane Tuesday night into a euphoric experience that blurs the lines between comedy, improv, and an out-of-this-world dance party. Imagine James Brown reincarnated as a mad scientist with a penchant for silk robes and spontaneous jams. Rebillet's live performance is a one-man show that feels like a fever dream in the best possible way—unpredictable, electric, and brimming with beats that could make even your grandma breakdance. With doors opening at 7 PM and tickets priced at $65 in advance (because you're smart like that) or $70 on the day, this is the vibrant chaos your soul's been craving. Don't sleep on this; your friends will be talking about it all year, and you know you want in on the action.

If your weekend plans are looking as stale as last year's viral TikTok dance, then consider this your sonic savior: CAPYAC's NYC Residency Night 1. This isn't just another gig—it's a full-blown electro-funk odyssey that's set to transform the Bowery Electric into a dimension where groove is gospel and the only rule is to leave your inhibitions at the door. With CAPYAC, expect a sensory explosion that fuses Parisian disco flair with Austin's rebellious spirit. Think Daft Punk meets the surrealist side of Twin Peaks—only cooler, quirkier, and with better hats.

Their live shows are legendary, like witnessing a Dali painting come to life with a pulsating beat. From the moment they hit the stage, you'll be engulfed in a kaleidoscope of sounds and sights, where saxophones serenade you and synths make you question the very fabric of reality. And let's not forget their penchant for the unexpected—past performances have included everything from impromptu conga lines to surrealist performance art.

Missing this would be like skipping out on the afterparty of the year, where the drinks flow like poetry and the vibe is impossibly magnetic. So ditch the ennui and embrace the chaos—CAPYAC promises a night so electrifying, your Instagram will practically post itself.

When the synth wizardry of French 79 descends upon our city, it's not just a gig—it's a cosmic event. Picture this: the air is electric, pulsating with beats that feel like a neon-lit night drive through the streets of Marseille. French 79's soundscapes are where nostalgia meets futurism, blending the euphoria of '80s synthpop with the edge of modern electronica. In a world where every indie act claims to be the next big thing, French 79 is the real deal, crafting sonic journeys that transport you to another dimension, leaving even the most jaded souls with wide-eyed wonder. If you’re not there, you’re missing out. Period.