Other shows in New York

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.

If your weekend's looking a bit too Netflix and not enough chillwave, it's time to shake things up with Downstate, the latest sonic architects to emerge from the depths of the DIY abyss. This Friday, they’re hijacking the scrappy acoustics of an undisclosed basement somewhere in Bushwick and transforming it into a cathedral of sound. Downstate’s mix of shimmering shoegaze and gritty post-punk reverberations is the kind of auditory experience that’s soaked in nostalgia yet fiercely contemporary—think My Bloody Valentine meets Parquet Courts in a neon-lit arcade. This is the gig that’ll have you trading your FOMO for a fever dream of swirling riffs and echoing vocals. So toss on your rattiest band tee, dive into the fray, and witness a night that promises to be nothing short of mythic. Just remember: if you don’t hear about it from someone who was actually there, did it even happen?

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.

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's looking a bit too Netflix and not enough chillwave, it's time to shake things up with Downstate, the latest sonic architects to emerge from the depths of the DIY abyss. This Friday, they’re hijacking the scrappy acoustics of an undisclosed basement somewhere in Bushwick and transforming it into a cathedral of sound. Downstate’s mix of shimmering shoegaze and gritty post-punk reverberations is the kind of auditory experience that’s soaked in nostalgia yet fiercely contemporary—think My Bloody Valentine meets Parquet Courts in a neon-lit arcade. This is the gig that’ll have you trading your FOMO for a fever dream of swirling riffs and echoing vocals. So toss on your rattiest band tee, dive into the fray, and witness a night that promises to be nothing short of mythic. Just remember: if you don’t hear about it from someone who was actually there, did it even happen?

If your weekend's looking a bit too Netflix and not enough chillwave, it's time to shake things up with Downstate, the latest sonic architects to emerge from the depths of the DIY abyss. This Friday, they’re hijacking the scrappy acoustics of an undisclosed basement somewhere in Bushwick and transforming it into a cathedral of sound. Downstate’s mix of shimmering shoegaze and gritty post-punk reverberations is the kind of auditory experience that’s soaked in nostalgia yet fiercely contemporary—think My Bloody Valentine meets Parquet Courts in a neon-lit arcade. This is the gig that’ll have you trading your FOMO for a fever dream of swirling riffs and echoing vocals. So toss on your rattiest band tee, dive into the fray, and witness a night that promises to be nothing short of mythic. Just remember: if you don’t hear about it from someone who was actually there, did it even happen?

When The Tallest Man on Earth takes the stage, it's like watching a modern-day troubadour channel the ghosts of Greenwich Village past through a perfectly worn pair of Converse. This isn't just another gig; it's a transcendental experience that flutters somewhere between Dylan-esque poeticism and a solo campfire confession. Whether you're a vinyl hoarder or a Spotify shuffler, missing this show would be a cardinal sin for anyone with even a shred of indie cred. Join the crowd of flannel-clad devotees and espresso-fueled existentialists as they converge in a musical communion that will have you humming his tender anthems long after the lights dim. Get ready to feel something real—or forever lament your absence in the comments section of your favorite music blog.

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?

It's time to lace up your most beat-up Converse and slip into that vintage band tee because The Snuts are about to transform your mundane Tuesday night into a legendary gig story. This Scottish quartet is swinging into town like a sonic hurricane, armed with anthems that blend the raw charisma of Arctic Monkeys with the kind of hooks that would make even your cynic ex dance like no one's watching. Expect a night of sweaty sing-alongs and mosh pit camaraderie that'll make you nostalgically text your high school friends. The venue may not be Wembley, but for one night only, it's the epicenter of indie rock cool. Miss this, and you're only left with Spotify and regrets.

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.

If your weekend's looking a bit too Netflix and not enough chillwave, it's time to shake things up with Downstate, the latest sonic architects to emerge from the depths of the DIY abyss. This Friday, they’re hijacking the scrappy acoustics of an undisclosed basement somewhere in Bushwick and transforming it into a cathedral of sound. Downstate’s mix of shimmering shoegaze and gritty post-punk reverberations is the kind of auditory experience that’s soaked in nostalgia yet fiercely contemporary—think My Bloody Valentine meets Parquet Courts in a neon-lit arcade. This is the gig that’ll have you trading your FOMO for a fever dream of swirling riffs and echoing vocals. So toss on your rattiest band tee, dive into the fray, and witness a night that promises to be nothing short of mythic. Just remember: if you don’t hear about it from someone who was actually there, did it even happen?

Clear your calendars and dust off your coolest vintage tee because Bimbo Summit and ELIS are about to redefine your idea of a Thursday night. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for the musically enlightened. Bimbo Summit, with their sonic blend of electroclash and garage rock, will have you questioning if you're in a grimy Brooklyn basement or an intergalactic disco. ELIS, the synthpop savants who sound like the lovechild of Grimes and LCD Soundsystem, will make you feel like you're transcending the astral plane—if the astral plane had a killer light show and a bar with reasonably priced PBR. Whether you're a vinyl snob or just in it for the vibes, this is the gig that'll have you bragging to your friends, "Yeah, I saw them before they were cool." So, grab your most ironic tote bag and prepare to be blown away. This is the night that your future self will thank you for.

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.

Movements are about to set the indie scene ablaze with their Happier Now USA Tour, a live experience that promises to be as transformative as it is electrifying. Fresh off the press with their fourth full-length album on Fearless Records, Movements have enlisted the legendary Will Yip—producer extraordinaire behind Turnstile and Title Fight—to elevate their signature blend of raw emotion and expansive soundscapes. Picture this: an evening where the hauntingly catchy "Dissolve Me" collides with the introspective vibes of "Back In My Ways," creating a sonic tapestry that’s both familiar and fresh. It’s a celebration of their roots and an evolution of their craft that’s too tantalizing to miss. For those who crave authenticity and the thrill of discovery, this tour is your golden ticket to witness Movements solidifying their place as the true vanguards of the scene. Keep your ear to the ground and your heart open—this is the gig that'll have you bragging for years to come.

If your weekend's looking a bit too Netflix and not enough chillwave, it's time to shake things up with Downstate, the latest sonic architects to emerge from the depths of the DIY abyss. This Friday, they’re hijacking the scrappy acoustics of an undisclosed basement somewhere in Bushwick and transforming it into a cathedral of sound. Downstate’s mix of shimmering shoegaze and gritty post-punk reverberations is the kind of auditory experience that’s soaked in nostalgia yet fiercely contemporary—think My Bloody Valentine meets Parquet Courts in a neon-lit arcade. This is the gig that’ll have you trading your FOMO for a fever dream of swirling riffs and echoing vocals. So toss on your rattiest band tee, dive into the fray, and witness a night that promises to be nothing short of mythic. Just remember: if you don’t hear about it from someone who was actually there, did it even happen?

Get ready to drop everything and dive headfirst into an indie fever dream. Smidley and Victoria Princi are about to blow the roof off your favorite dingy dive bar with a double bill that'll leave your heart thrumming like a lo-fi bass line. Smidley's riff-heavy, sardonic grooves are a welcome slap to the senses, bringing a chaotic yet charming energy that’s one part caffeine overdose, two parts existential crisis. Meanwhile, Victoria Princi's ethereal synthpop is like a neon-lit night drive through a cityscape painted by your wildest dreams. Her vocals—equal parts haunting and heavenly—will pull you into a sonic wonderland you won’t want to leave. Whether you're a basement gig veteran or a casual scene surfer, this lineup promises an unmissable night of unfiltered authenticity and raw, unadulterated vibes. Skip the Netflix binge and catch a journey through sound that might just restore your faith in the indie scene.

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.

Forget your Friday night Netflix binge because Purple Disco Machine is about to serve up a dancefloor epiphany that'll make your retro heart skip a beat. This isn't just another night out—it's a pulsating journey back to the future, where synths shimmer like sequins under neon lights. You know you're in for a sonic treat when Tino Piontek, the maestro of nu-disco, transforms his decks into instruments of pure groove alchemy. Imagine Studio 54 reincarnated in a Brooklyn warehouse, where the dance moves are as slick as the basslines. It's a 21+ affair, so leave the fake IDs at home and embrace the euphoria only a true disco disciple can deliver. You might want to bring your coolest shades because when Purple Disco Machine drops those beats, the vibes are so blindingly good, you'll need protection.

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.

Clear your calendars and lace up your thrifted Docs because this lineup is the stuff of legends. Sweetbreads, the post-punk darlings who sound like Joy Division and Sleater-Kinney had a sonic lovechild, are headlining a night destined for the DIY history books. Fresh off their latest EP that’s a love letter to existential dread, their live set is the cathartic release you didn’t know you needed. Joining them is Lily Too, whose ethereal dream-pop soundscapes feel like the music playing in your head when you realize it’s 2AM and you’re still wide awake. Her synths will haunt you in the best way possible. And kicking off the night is Amelia Jackie, the singer-songwriter who’s part folk siren, part electric banshee. She’s the only one who can make you cry and headbang at the same time. This gig isn’t just a show; it’s the kind of night where legends are born, friends become family, and you find yourself dancing with people who just get it. Miss this, and you'll regret it forever.

Brace yourselves, sound adventurers—39th Gate of Hell is teaming up with Turbo Goth for a night that promises to melt your face and rearrange your chakras on the sacred altar of sonic excess. Picture this: the relentless fury of 39th Gate's doom-infused riffs colliding head-on with Turbo Goth's cyberpunk fantasies, creating an electrifying vortex that’ll make even your Spotify algorithm beg for mercy. This is not just a gig; it's a pilgrimage into the heart of musical chaos, where the basement walls drip with the sweat of a thousand ecstatic souls and the air is thick with the scent of freshly-printed zines. Catch the next wave of the underground, because missing this would be like passing on an original pressing of Loveless at a garage sale.

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.

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.

This Saturday, trade your ennui for euphoria as Nora en Pure presents Purified, a transcendent sonic soiree that promises to elevate your weekend vibe into the stratosphere. Imagine this: ethereal beats that wash over you like a neon-lit dreamscape, pulsing through every fiber of your being. Nora en Pure, the undisputed queen of deep house alchemy, is set to transform the night into an otherworldly journey of melodic bliss, seamlessly blending nature-infused soundscapes with cutting-edge electronic wizardry. Think of it as a spiritual cleanse for the sonically sophisticated—a pilgrimage for those who worship at the altar of bass and synth. Brace yourself for a night where the only thing more electric than the music is the energy on the dance floor. It's more than just a set; it's a movement, a microcosm of cool, and you definitely want to be part of the narrative.

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.