Other shows in Chicago

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

When the clock strikes midnight and the mundane melts into magic, Black Coffee's set is your one-way ticket to the outer edges of indie euphoria. This isn't just a band; it's a sonic baptism. Picture this: the gritty warmth of fuzz guitars colliding with ethereal synths, enveloping you in a soundscape that's both raw and transcendent. It's the kind of vibe where shoegaze romantics and synthpop futurists find their church. No, you won't find any artisanal cold brews here, but you will find a room full of believers who know that the real caffeine hit comes from a bassline that reverberates in your bones. So slap on your thrifted denim jacket, leave your inhibitions at the door, and let Black Coffee serve you a night that tastes like rebellion and reverie. Stay jaded if you want, but miss this and you'll be the one steeped in regret while the rest of us are blissfully buzzing.

If your weekend plans don’t involve getting swept away by the intoxicating noir-pop of French Police, you might want to reconsider your life choices. This enigmatic Chicago quartet is bringing their atmospheric synth-laden soundscapes to the city’s shadowy back alleys, ready to soundtrack your late-night existential musings. Picture this: washed-out vocals swirling through a fog of reverb-drenched guitars, a pulsating rhythm section that echoes the heartbeat of a city that never sleeps, and you, losing yourself in the crowd as the bassline hits that sweet spot between mystery and nostalgia. It’s more than a gig; it’s a clandestine rendezvous with the coolest kids you wish you’d met in high school. So dust off those vintage leather jackets and get ready to feel something real. Missing out? Not an option.

Brace yourselves, bass heads and beat junkies, because Subtronics is about to shake the very foundation of your Friday night plans. This isn't just another night out—it's a sonic pilgrimage. Imagine a night where house, dubstep, and riddim collide in a thunderous symphony, electrifying the dance floor with a frequency that could wake even the most dormant of souls. But here's the kicker: it's 21+ only, ensuring the vibe stays mature and the beats stay bold. Round up your crew for a VIP experience that promises to be nothing short of legendary. But beware, tickets are hotter than a Brooklyn summer sidewalk, and any shady dealings with third-party sellers like StubHub or Vivid Seats will leave you out in the cold. Secure your passage through TicketWeb or TIXR, but move fast—it’s a race against time, and you don’t want to be the one hearing about it after the fact. This is your chance to experience the kind of night people write songs about. Don't sleep on it.

When was the last time a band made you feel like you were headlining your own rebellious teen movie? Icon for Hire is about to change that. This alt-rock powerhouse is tearing up the stage in a way that makes your Spotify discover playlist blush with envy. Their gritty blend of punk attitude and electro-pop shimmer is the sonic equivalent of a shot of espresso for your jaded soul. It's all happening at a venue so intimate, you might as well be sharing eyeliner with the band. If you're not there, prepare for a tidal wave of regret when the stories start circulating. And yes, it's 18 and over—consider it a rite of passage into the cooler side of adulthood. Get your ticket, bring your angst, and let Icon for Hire remind you why you fell in love with music in the first place.

If you're looking to escape the humdrum of your Spotify Discover playlist, swing by the sonic playground that is Delicate Steve's latest live spectacle. This Thursday, Lukes Garage revs up at 9PM, transforming the mundane into a kaleidoscopic journey through soundscapes you didn’t even know you needed. Steve Marion, that L.A.-via-Jersey guitar whisperer, crafts melodies that are as raw as they are radiant, like sonic Jackson Pollocks splattered across your eardrums. With credits alongside icons like Paul Simon and the ethereal Deradoorian, his set promises to be a masterclass in musical alchemy—where garage rock collides with synth-pop, and every note feels like an invitation to an adventure you can't resist. Yellow Ostrich warms up the night with their own indie-rock whimsy, ensuring that every moment from doors at 8PM to the final encore is drenched in an electric vibe that'll make your heart race and your feet tap. Miss this, and you might just miss the next indie legend in the making.

This Saturday, your mundane existence collides with the extraterrestrial when ATLiens descend from their cosmic perch to a venue near you. Picture this: a gritty warehouse setting where the bass vibrates like a UFO hovering above, cloaked in mystery and smoke. These enigmatic producers are the clandestine maestros of trap and bass, crafting an otherworldly soundscape that’ll abduct you from the monotony of your Spotify Discover Weekly and launch you into a dimension where every beat hits like a meteor shower. Their anonymity is part of the allure—no face, just a sonic experience that’s as raw and unfiltered as your favorite underground zine. This isn’t just a gig, it’s an interstellar journey for anyone daring enough to trade their Netflix binge for a night that promises to be louder than your existential dread. Bring your best dance moves and a valid government ID, because the only thing more elusive than the ATLiens themselves is the chance to witness them live. It’s time to believe.

Clear your calendar and cancel your plans—Allison Russell is descending upon our city, and she's not coming alone. With a voice that's both a gentle caress and a battle cry, Russell's set promises to be an emotional rollercoaster you won't want to miss. She's the kind of artist who can turn a dingy basement into a cathedral of sound, her folk-infused tales weaving tapestries of resilience and redemption. And as if that wasn't enough to make you drop everything, she's bringing along Autumn Nicholas, a rising star whose soulful melodies are like a warm hug from your coolest friend. Imagine a night where every chord strikes a nerve and every lyric feels like it was written just for you. This is the kind of show that leaves you breathless and somehow more alive—don't be the one who hears about it secondhand.

If you're somehow still dragging your feet in a world that’s spinning faster than a broken turntable, George Clanton and Ryan Hemsworth are about to give you a reason to lace up those vintage Reeboks and step out of your sonic rut. Clanton, the vaporwave virtuoso who’s been tickling our nostalgia receptors with audacious beats and 90s flair, teams up with internet-era alchemist Hemsworth for a night that promises to blur every genre line you thought you knew. Think synths that shimmer like the last light of a CRT TV and beats that hit harder than your first heartbreak. This isn't just a gig; it's a pilgrimage for the sonically enlightened. Miss this, and risk being the one who talks about what could have been while the rest of us live the dream.

Get ready to dive headfirst into the sonic abyss because BLITZKID is dragging their Modern Hel Tour through town, and it's the kind of night that will make your future self proud. This isn't just a gig—it's a full-throttle, immaculately curated journey through the band's latest blend of post-punk anthems and infectious synth-laden grooves. Picture yourself in a packed venue, shoulder to shoulder with fellow misfits, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of clove cigarettes. BLITZKID's live shows are as legendary as your vinyl collection, delivering a visceral punch with swirling guitars and haunting vocals that echo the ghosts of 80s underground clubs. Miss this, and you'll forever be that person who "almost went." Door's open at 8, but the stories you'll tell start here. Bring your vintage band tee and your best ‘I knew them before they were cool’ attitude—this is one for the history books.

Ditch whatever pseudo-hip plans you thought you had this weekend because the universe has a new alignment: Jai Wolf's 10 Year Anniversary Tour is touching down at The Bellwether, and it's the kind of cosmic event you'll kick yourself for missing. Picture yourself in the Looking Glass Lounge—an exclusive, stage-adjacent oasis where the beats hit different, the drinks are crafted just for your refined taste, and the grazing table is as endless as Jai Wolf's soundscapes. This isn't just another gig; it's a sonic pilgrimage, where the indie kids and synth wizards unite under a kaleidoscope of lights and nostalgia. Forget your cash—the future is cashless, just like this unforgettable night. Access is limited, vibes are infinite. See you on the balcony, if you can make it past the velvet rope.

Alright, dive headfirst into the sonic daydream that is Hovvdy's latest gig, where the Austin duo will wrap you in their signature low-fi lullabies and effortlessly tug at your heartstrings. Known for their intimate soundscapes that feel like the perfect soundtrack for a late-night bike ride through a city that's just starting to feel like home, Hovvdy's music is a gentle hug for those who've danced with nostalgia and come out yearning for more. This 17+ event is your ticket to an evening of introspective euphoria, where Charlie Martin and Will Taylor will weave their magic through tracks that make you want to journal about your last breakup beneath a canopy of stars. Don't let this one slip by—grab your tickets, text your coolest friend, and prepare to have your heart softly, sweetly, and irrevocably stolen.

Clear your calendar, because this Thursday night, the coolest corner of the universe is going to be at *SOLD OUT*'s show featuring mary in the junkyard and Lefty Parker. Hot off the release of their spellbinding new single "Candelabra," mary in the junkyard is about to take you on an auditory journey through the kaleidoscopic landscapes of their upcoming debut album, Role Model Hermit. Picture this: a band that can whip up a sonic storm with BBC Radio 6's B-Listed bangers like "Crash Landing," and turn around to give you goosebumps with moments of tranquil clarity. They've already conquered the UK festival circuit and now, Brooklyn's getting a taste. The night starts at 8, but you'd better be there early or risk missing out on the kind of musical magic that's already made waves across The Face, NME, and Dazed. Plus, with the Stateside love from Pitchfork and KEXP, these guys are destined for legendary status. So, grab your coolest vintage jacket and let’s dive into a night where the underground meets the stars. Don't say you weren't warned when your Instagram feed is flooded with moments you missed.

If you're ready to dive headfirst into an ocean of blistering bass and euphoric drops, EPTIC is your lifeline. This Belgian bass maestro is storming through town, and he's armed with a sound arsenal that could shake even the most stoic of scenesters out of their ennui. Think: a sonic hurricane that blurs the lines between your favorite glitch-hop fever dreams and dubstep nightmares. EPTIC crafts his sets like a mad scientist in a neon-lit lab, each track a Frankenstein's monster of genre-defying intensity. It's more than just a show; it's a visceral experience that will rattle your bones and leave your heart thrumming like the last note of an encore. Grab your coolest crew, slap on your most ironic band tee, and make your way to this aural apocalypse. Miss it, and you might as well retire your indie cred card for good.

If your playlist is thirsting for a night of euphoric beats and genre-bending bangers, Whethen's official Lollapalooza aftershow is the sonic oasis your jaded soul craves. Nestled in the heart of the indie-electronic labyrinth, this set promises the kind of shimmering synth wizardry that turns your internal monologue into a neon-lit dance floor. Forget your ex’s Spotify recommendations; Whethen is crafting soundscapes that are the only antidote to your post-festival ennui. Expect untamed energy, unexpected drops, and a crowd that pulsates with the kind of authenticity algorithms can’t replicate. This is where your friends will be when they ghost your group chat, and the stories that come out of this night will make the ones you hear over brunch sound like elevator music. Don’t just scroll past; live the legend before it’s an Instagram memory you weren’t a part of.