Other shows in New York

Get ready to dive into a night where bylines battle for basslines at the Hell Gate Battle of Journalist Bands. It's a sonic showdown where your favorite music scribes swap their keyboards for keyboards, cranking out riffs instead of reviews. Watch as BrooklynVegan's own makes a play for post-punk supremacy while the Pitchfork crew attempts to out-harmonize with their lo-fi dream pop ditties. And just when you think it couldn't get cooler, your friend's Substack hits the stage with a glitchy synth set that would make even James Murphy sweat. This isn't just a gig; it's a cultural skirmish where the pen and the pick collide. Expect surprise collaborations, impromptu jam sessions, and the kind of raw energy that reminds you why you fell in love with music in the first place. Miss this, and risk being the outsider at the afterparty where stories become legend.

Get ready to have your concept of indie shattered like a cheap guitar at an underground gig because Jawdropped and The Heaven are about to redefine your Thursday night. Taking over the dimly lit sanctum of Union Pool, this lineup is the sonic baptism you didn't know you needed. Jawdropped's post-ironic anthems will run riot through your soul, blending raw garage rock with lyrical wit so sharp it could cut through Brooklyn's pretentious fog. And just when you think you’ve emotionally peaked, The Heaven swoops in with their celestial synth layers and vocals that ascend you straight to a higher realm. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for those who claim to know the next big thing before it even drops. Miss this, and you'll be stuck hearing about it from your friend's Substack for the next decade.

When the indie pantheon convenes, it's best not to ignore the divine summons. Oso Oso is headlining a celestial convergence that promises to shake your existential ennui right out of those thrifted Doc Martens. Frontman Jade Lilitri has been crafting emo anthems that feel like secret love letters you want to scream-sob in your bedroom, but you'll settle for belting them out in a crowd that just gets it. Joining the pilgrimage are Leisure Hour, whose jangly guitar reveries feel like a sun-drenched daydream in a lo-fi cassette loop, and Bad Luck, the punk duo that'll make you reconsider what you thought you knew about DIY grit. This lineup is like a rare vinyl pressing—limited, essential, and soon to be mythologized. Miss it, and the FOMO will haunt your Instagram feed for weeks.

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.

Clear your calendars and lace up those dancing shoes (or scuffed-up Converse, let's be real), because this triple-threat lineup is the sonic cocktail you didn't know you needed. Green Knuckle Material is bringing their genre-bending magic to the stage, fusing indie rock with splashy funk like it's no big deal. And then you've got Jake Kulak, the guitar prodigy who somehow channels the ghost of Hendrix through a modern-day blues prism. As if that wasn't enough to break your 'seen-it-all' facade, Midnight Foolish is set to close the night with their hypnotic blend of synthpop and lyrical introspection that feels like a late-night drive through neon-soaked streets. This is the kind of night that makes you remember why you ditched your 9-to-5 for the scene. Grab your crew, sip something strong, and get ready to feel alive in the moment. This isn't just a gig; it's the kind of musical magic that makes you forget tomorrow even exists.

Clear your schedule and prep your best thrifted tee because this Saturday night is serving up a triple threat that’ll make even the most seasoned gig-goer’s heart race. Leading the charge is Drinkabir—imagine shoegaze guitars surfacing from a lo-fi dream, complete with vocals that could melt a popsicle in a Brooklyn blizzard. Following closely is Daniella Faith, the synthpop siren whose voice floats somewhere between your last heartbreak and the future of pop music. She's the one who’ll have you questioning why she’s not on every playlist you own. Closing out the night is Brokeland, a band that’s as much a punk ethos as it is a sound. Think gritty guitar lines that swagger with the kind of confidence only found in a Bushwick basement. Miss this lineup and you might as well hand in your cool kid card—because these acts are about to set the indie scene ablaze, and you’ll want to say you were there when it happened.

Brace yourself, because Remi Wolf is about to paint the town in gloriously chaotic hues with "An Evening of Mud." This isn't just a gig; it's an electrifying sensory overload where Wolf's psychedelic pop prowess collides with an intimate venue vibe that feels like your best friend's basement, if your best friend was secretly a musical genius. Expect to be drenched in vibrant melodies and raw energy, as Remi's unfiltered charisma seeps into every corner of the room. The buzz is real—like catching lightning in a bottle, only to release it in a sonic storm. This night promises to be the kind of cathartic chaos that indie dreams are made of, and trust me, you'll want to say you were there. So, grab that vintage band tee and get ready to dive headfirst into the mud.

Clear your calendar, because Show Me the Body is about to obliterate the mundane with a sonic assault that'll rattle your bones and invigorate your soul. This isn't just a show; it's a seismic event where the visceral meets the vanguard. The hardcore trio, notorious for their raw energy and genre-defying sound, are headlining a night that'll echo across the city faster than a TikTok trend. They've dragged Whispers along for the ride, a duo that wraps your senses in shadowy synths and haunting vocals that'll linger like the best kind of ghost. This is the kind of night that’ll have you bragging about being there before the inevitable, "you had to be there" moment. So don your coolest vintage tee, lace up those worn-out Docs, and prepare to lose yourself in a crowd that feels more like family than fans. Miss this, and you'll be left scrolling through Instagram stories, wondering why you didn’t make the memories yourself.

Picture this: a kaleidoscope of chaos and charisma descending upon the House of Blues Chicago, where Scene Queen is set to unleash METALICIOUS—a genre-blurring, mind-melting spectacle that smashes the patriarchy with power chords and pink glitter. It's the kind of night where the boundaries between metalcore and mall goth dissolve into an intoxicating cocktail of sonic rebellion. Doors creak open at 7PM, inviting the bravest souls to dive headfirst into a standing room paradise, where the only rule is to lose yourself in the euphoria of every shredding riff and razor-sharp lyric. This isn't just a concert; it's a cultural uprising where valid IDs are your only lifeline to an unforgettable experience. Miss it, and you’ll be left scrolling through envy-inducing stories wondering why you ever thought staying in was a good idea.

This Friday night, dive into an auditory fever dream as The Rose Hips and Buffchick take over the legendary (and somewhat sticky) dive that is The Mercury Lounge. The Rose Hips, with their lush, reverb-drenched melodies, are like the lovechild of Slowdive and a summer night in Bushwick, serving up shoegaze that feels both nostalgic and refreshingly new. Meanwhile, Buffchick's fiery synthpop will have you questioning everything you thought you knew about dance music—imagine Charli XCX hosting a basement rave with Grimes supplying the laser beams. With both bands on the brink of blowing up, this is your chance to catch the next big thing before your friends start name-dropping them at brunch. This isn't just a gig; it's the indie scene's best-kept secret, and you're invited. Don't be the one who hears about it the next day and wishes they’d left their apartment. Be there, or forever envy those who were.

If you're still jonesing for the next big sound to crash out of the indie underworld, look no further than Georgia Gets By, the band that's been brewing an intoxicating blend of melancholic riffs and dream-laden vocals that could make even the most aloof vinyl collector nod in approval. This isn't just music—it's an exploration of sonic textures that wrap around you like that perfectly worn thrift store jacket. Imagine if Mazzy Star decided to put out a record on a lazy afternoon spent vibing at a Brooklyn speakeasy. Their upcoming gig is set in the heart of a graffiti-splattered venue that feels like the lovechild of an underground art gallery and your coolest friend's basement. Expect to leave with a lingering sense of having witnessed a band right before they become legends, a bragging right you'll hold over your friends for years to come. If you're not there, did it even happen?

This Friday night, don’t find yourself scrolling through yet another existential meme dump—head to the indie epicenter for a sonic adventure that’ll jolt your jaded soul. Kicking off the night, Nick and the Old Sport will transport you to a Gatsby-esque speakeasy with their jazzy, bootleg basslines and suave vocals—the perfect vintage prelude to an evening of future nostalgia. Then, Wifeknife slices through with razor-sharp riffs and an edgy intensity that feels like staring at a neon sign until it burns your retinas. Things get wonderfully weird when Whaat takes the stage, their avant-garde art punk packing enough angular grooves to make even the most stoic hipster shimmy. Closing the night, The Retired Saints offer a reverent yet rebellious send-off, blending ethereal melodies with gritty undertones—think celestial choir meets garage rock grit. This isn’t just a show; it’s the kind of night you’ll name-drop all summer long. Don’t be the one who missed it.

Dust off your eyeliner, because the night of your gothic dreams is descending upon us like a black velvet fog. The Cure Halloween Party is set to transform your mundane Monday into a monochromatic masterpiece. Kicking things off is DJ Chase '77, who’s stitching together a tapestry of The Cure's most iconic visual moments. If your heart beats to the rhythm of ‘80s synths, you won't want to miss She's In Parties morphing into BAUHAUS, followed by The Bitter And The Sweet channeling the spectral energy of SIOUXSIE & THE BANSHEES.

As you contemplate the cosmic perfection of post-punk, let hairstylist Antonio V give your locks that extra swoop of gothic grandeur. Then, surrender to the melancholic euphoria as Depresión Tropical takes you on a sonic pilgrimage through The Cure's greatest hits. When the sets are over, the night is far from it—Chase '77 will keep the dance floor alive with a dark wave soundtrack that could wake up even the most reclusive of shadows. Snag those $10 early bird tickets before they're gone, or risk spending your night scrolling through regret-laden Instagram stories.

Forget your run-of-the-mill indie shindig—veteran maestro Paul Oakenfold is dropping beats that could raise CBGB's ghost for one more night of sweaty euphoria. If you’re jonesing for a sonic pilgrimage, this 18-and-over spectacle is your illuminated path. Picture this: a kaleidoscopic vortex of sound wrapping around you like the universe’s coolest hug, as Oakenfold's legendary trance takes you from pixelated bedroom raves to a cathedral of sub-bass bliss. Whether you're a purist vinyl head or a Spotify synesthete, missing this is akin to skipping Daft Punk’s last secret set on a moonlit beach somewhere in Ibiza. Dust off your dancing shoes, channel your inner raver, and prepare for a transcendental night that’ll remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place. The only shame greater than missing this? Hearing about it the day after.

If you thought the indie scene couldn't get any hotter, get ready to have your world rocked by Two Friends Present: Big Bootie Land in Chicago. This isn't just a gig; it's a pulsating playground for those who crave sonic escapism with a side of euphoric chaos. Imagine a kaleidoscope of sound where mashup maestros Two Friends weave the unexpected into a tapestry of beats that even your most obscure vinyl collection couldn't predict. It's like they took your guilty pleasures and remixed them into anthems you'll be bragging about all year. Set in the heart of Chicago, this event is a mecca for anyone who thrives on the thrill of discovery and a good crowd surf. Bring your dancing shoes and an open mind—you're about to enter an indie utopia where every track is a new obsession. Miss this, and you'll be hearing about it from everyone who matters.

When the clock strikes midnight in Los Angeles, the only place you need to be is at Electric Feels, where the indie rock riffs crash headfirst into electronic waves, creating the kind of sonic tidal wave you'd willingly drown in. It's happening at The Echo, that hallowed haunt where legends are born and inhibitions are left at the door, nestled right at the heart of Glendale Blvd. Picture this: a night where your wildest dreams of dance floor transcendence meet reality, as pulsating beats and anthemic sing-alongs fuel the electric chaos. Whether you’re craving the nostalgic warmth of a synth line straight out of a John Hughes film or the visceral thrashing of a guitar solo that feels like a jolt of pure adrenaline, this is the party that promises it all. So lace up those well-worn dancing shoes and prepare to groove until the sun creeps over the horizon, because missing out on Electric Feels is a crime against cool you'll never live down.

Get ready to dive deep into the sonic rabbit hole when Marci and aLex vs aLex take the stage for a night that promises to redefine your idea of "hip." Marci's ethereal dream pop vibes will envelop you in a haze of shimmering synthesizers and whisper-soft vocals, the kind that make you feel like you're floating on a cloud made of vintage vinyl and good vibes. Just when you're lulled into a blissful trance, aLex vs aLex will jolt you awake with their electrifying, genre-bending duel of experimental soundscapes and raw, unfiltered energy—think a sonic showdown where no rules apply, and the only certainty is that your mind will be blown. Whether you're a basement shoegaze devotee or synthpop enthusiast, this gig's a must-see collision of the underground's freshest sounds. Clear your calendar, tell your friends, and don your best thrift-store threads, 'cause FOMO is a terrible look, darling.

Alan Walker is about to redefine your playlist and make you rethink the meaning of "live music experience." This isn’t just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage into the heart of electronic alchemy. Ditch the mainstream monotony and dive headfirst into a world where basslines are bold, synths are sizzling, and every beat drop is a shared secret amongst the music-savvy elite. Picture it: a room full of those in-the-know, losing themselves to Walker's transcendent tracks, each one a masterclass in genre-blending brilliance. With a strict no-nonsense policy on ticketing and an age limit that ensures the vibe remains electric and elevated, this is where you want to be to witness the future of EDM. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR—because this is one night you won’t fake your way into. Don’t let the chance to be part of this exclusive euphoria slip away; grab your crew, embrace the cashless cool, and prepare to have your expectations shattered in the best way possible.

Alan Walker is about to redefine your playlist and make you rethink the meaning of "live music experience." This isn’t just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage into the heart of electronic alchemy. Ditch the mainstream monotony and dive headfirst into a world where basslines are bold, synths are sizzling, and every beat drop is a shared secret amongst the music-savvy elite. Picture it: a room full of those in-the-know, losing themselves to Walker's transcendent tracks, each one a masterclass in genre-blending brilliance. With a strict no-nonsense policy on ticketing and an age limit that ensures the vibe remains electric and elevated, this is where you want to be to witness the future of EDM. Secure your spot through TicketWeb or TIXR—because this is one night you won’t fake your way into. Don’t let the chance to be part of this exclusive euphoria slip away; grab your crew, embrace the cashless cool, and prepare to have your expectations shattered in the best way possible.