Palace - USA & Canada Tour 2026

Get ready to plunge into the underbelly of sonic nirvana at Club Casket Festival 2026, where Pharmacy Boardshop is curating a night that feels like a secret handshake between the coolest bands you've never heard of. This isn't just another lineup—it's a manifesto. From the amphibian musings of Aren’t We Amphibians to the haunting poetics of The Autopsy of Jane Doe, every act is a revelation steeped in sweat and sincerity. Aplacewe’vealwaysbeen will make you question time, while Flowers Tied To Pens will have you scribbling down lyrics like they're the new gospel. Lose yourself in the chaos of Duck Duck Goose and find catharsis in Darasuum's raw edges. Whether you're moshing to SAW's jagged riffs or swaying to Executoire's synth-laden lullabies, there's no escaping the pull of this night. Rideshare with your coolest crew, and make sure you're early enough to snag a prime spot—leaving valuables in the car won't be your only regret if you miss this. Welcome to the festival where indie pulses with life and everyone you wish you knew is already there.

Prepare to have your existential ennui obliterated by the sonic whirlwind that is Sons of Legion. This isn't just another night at your local dive—it's an aural pilgrimage into the depths of post-punk revivalism, where jagged riffs and haunting vocals collide in a beautifully orchestrated chaos. Known for turning even the most stoic hipster into a head-banging apostle, Sons of Legion blend the raw energy of Joy Division with a modern twist that would make Ian Curtis nod in approval. Their live set is a baptism of sound, a ritualistic experience that'll leave you wondering why you've ever settled for anything less. This is the band your favorite band is secretly obsessed with, and missing this gig would be social suicide in the coolest circles. Grab a ticket, grab a friend, and prepare your soul for transcendence.

In the heart of a city that never sleeps, where every dive bar echoes with the ghosts of indie legends, something wickedly brilliant this way comes. Enter dälek, the sonic alchemists who conjure an apocalyptic blend of hip-hop, shoegaze, and industrial noise that’s as raw and visceral as a late-night epiphany. Presented by Cold Waves, this isn’t just a gig; it’s a transcendental journey through dark alleyways of sound that dare you to embrace the beautiful chaos. So, if your soul’s been craving a night where beats pulse like a second heartbeat and lyrics cut deeper than your best friend’s wit, grab your ID and head to the front lines. Doors crack open at 8:30 PM, and trust us, you want to be there when they do. Because while everyone else is scrolling through the same tired playlists, you'll be living the soundtrack to a night that no algorithm could ever replicate.

Get ready to resurrect your wanderlust because Palace is about to sprinkle some serious magic across the USA and Canada in 2026. These UK indie sages, known for their ethereal blend of dream-rock and poetic lyrics, are finally bringing their atmospheric alchemy stateside, turning every venue into a cathedral of sound. Imagine the sonic serenity of a Wes Anderson film, layered with a touch of shoegaze nostalgia and a splash of cosmic introspection. This isn't just a tour; it's a pilgrimage for anyone craving a symphony of feels and a sanctuary from the mundane. Whether you're still clinging to your vintage Radiohead tee or flaunting that obscure band patch you found at a Montreal thrift shop, missing this is not an option. Grab your tickets, tune your senses, and prepare to have your heartstrings thoroughly plucked.

Picture this: it's a misty evening, the kind where the air feels electric with possibility, and you're standing outside a venue that looks like it was ripped straight from the pages of an underground zine. Inside, Fleshwater is about to turn the room into a sonic cathedral, their sound a kaleidoscopic blend of post-hardcore intensity and shoegaze dreaminess. It's a scene straight out of a music video you wish you were living in—where the crowd sways in sync, unified in the shared pulse of the bass.

This isn't just a show; it's a rite of passage for anyone who claims to know what’s up in the indie scene. Arrive early and catch the opener, some yet-undiscovered gem that the blogosphere will be buzzing about tomorrow. Carpool with your coolest friends or risk missing out on the parking scramble, but either way, just be there. Because when Fleshwater hits that first chord, you’ll be exactly where you need to be. 🚀

Step aside, indie underdogs—Mixed Feelings has just lobbed a sonic grenade into The Echo's lineup, and it's set to detonate on a Wednesday night. Enter Mulaa Joans, the enigmatic alchemist of lo-fi beats and dreamy vocal loops, ready to transform LA's Eastside haunt into a kaleidoscope of sound and sweat. If you've ever wondered what it feels like to float between dimensions with a synth in one hand and a craft beer in the other, this is your portal. Forget scrolling through your friend's questionable vinyl collection—hit The Echo's socials and secure your spot at the gig that promises to turn your FOMO into a full-on existential crisis. This isn't just a concert; it's a rite of passage for the sonically enlightened, and trust me, you want in.

Get ready to redefine your understanding of live music with The Jet Stone Conspiracy's audacious debut, "Welcome to America - Night One." This isn't just a gig; it's an initiation into a parallel universe where soundscapes collide and genres mutate with reckless abandon. On October 5, 2026, as the clock strikes seven and the doors creak open, a sonic pilgrimage awaits those who dare to enter. For the price of a vintage vinyl, experience the kind of transcendence that leaves even the most seasoned audiophiles gasping for air. Think Radiohead meets Madchester in a neon-lit dystopia, with a sprinkle of psychedelia just for kicks. It's a 21+ affair, ensuring the crowd is as curated as the sound—because let's face it, you deserve a night where everyone gets it. Secure your ticket now, or risk haunting the "I should have been there" annals of indie folklore forever.

If you've ever wondered what it would feel like to be front-row at a punk rock tea party in an alternate dimension, Band-Maid is here to serve you the existential slice you didn’t know you were craving. Prepare to have your mind both blown and daintily swirled into a sugar-laced frenzy as this quintet of kawaii maids shreds through their set with surgical precision. They effortlessly fuse J-rock intensity with the kind of frenetic energy that could make an AI question its reality. Mark my words, this is the band that turns your Spotify algorithm into a hyperventilating mess. So, ditch that Netflix queue and prepare to be sonically caffeinated because missing Band-Maid is the kind of regret that’ll haunt your dreams and your DMs.

The Rasmus, Saint Agnes, and Death Valley Dreams are about to set Bottom Lounge ablaze with a night of sonic revelry that you'll kick yourself for missing. The Rasmus have been the silent architects of your existential teenage angst, and now they're ready to remind you why you scribbled their lyrics on your Converse. Meanwhile, Saint Agnes is here to resurrect your soul with a raw, gritty edge that feels like a baptism in distortion. And Death Valley Dreams? They're the underdogs of your dream journal, weaving synth-laden soundscapes that haunt as much as they hypnotize. This isn't just another gig—it's a pilgrimage for the pure-hearted and the perpetually nostalgic. Tickets drop soon, and remember, you're too cool to be scammed. Secure your passage to this auditory utopia and let FOMO be a stranger. See you in the crowd, where the real magic happens.

On a chilly October night, when the moon is just a whisper over Brooklyn, Pink Noise is ready to ignite the scene with For the Girls, a sonic soiree that promises more electricity than a DIY pedalboard. ALYSSAD is set to hypnotize with her ethereal loops, crafting a soundscape somewhere between your last dream and the next dimension. Selma Eriksen, all Nordic noir and synth-driven melancholy, will take the stage like a moody elixir—think if Robyn and Trentemøller had a secret jam session. And just when you think you've caught your breath, Rey Solei will flood the room with her incandescent beats, turning heartbeats into dance floor pulses. Doors creak open at 6pm, and at $13 in advance, it's cheaper than a Bushwick dive bar cocktail. For $20 at the door, you'll pay a little more, but let's face it, missing this is not an option. All ages means everyone gets a slice of this sonic pie, but only the coolest will feel it echo long after the amps are turned off.

If the city of angels had a night pulse, it would beat to the sounds of Shiner & Fotocrime under the neon glow of The Echo. This isn't just another gig—it's a sonic baptism in the heart of LA's underbelly. With VLSF & KCRW helming the ship, expect a night where post-punk edges meet melodic transcendence, draping the Echoplex in an ethereal haze only the most tuned-in souls can see. Shiner's raw, unyielding riffs promise to shake the dust off your weary indie soul, while Fotocrime's shadowy synths pull you into a nocturnal dreamscape you won't want to escape. Don't just hear about it later—be part of the legend in the making. Grab your ticket, dust off your coolest thrifted jacket, and prepare to get lost in the soundscape of a generation.

Clear your calendar and dust off your vintage flannel because The Wallflowers are back and ready to blow the roof off the indie scene. This Saturday, they're crashing into the local haunt with a sound that's as timeless as that beat-up vinyl you scored at last year's record fair. Think Dylan-esque poetic swagger, but with a 2023 twist that'll make your favorite Spotify playlist feel obsolete. These aren’t just your dad’s roots rock anthems—they’re the new hymns for the disenchanted. Miss it, and you'll spend the week scrolling through Instagram, regretting you weren't there to shout along to the chorus of "One Headlight" with the rest of the cool kids. It's gonna be the talk of the coffeehouse circuit and the secret gig your FOMO nightmares are made of. So get there early, grab a craft brew, and prepare to lose yourself in the soundscape. Trust us, this is one gig you won’t want to ghost.

Clear your Thursday night plans and dust off that worn-out band tee, because The Echo is serving up a triple threat line-up that screams "you had to be there." The Hayds are back, and their raw, kinetic energy is the perfect antidote to your weekday monotony. They'll be joined by the distortion-wielding virtuosos, Ear Ringers, whose riffs hit harder than your existential ennui. Opening the night, A Tragic Fancy will whisk you away on a sonic journey with their ethereal melodies and synth-laden dreamscapes. It's the kind of night that promises impromptu dance circles and at least one existential revelation. If your Instagram story doesn’t have this gig, did your week even happen? Snag tickets now—before your cooler-than-thou coworker does.

Clear your schedules and prep your best goth-glam ensemble because Zolita is about to serve up a spellbinding night that your future self will thank you for. The queen of queer pop sorcery is gracing us with her electrifying presence, and trust us, you won't want to skip this sonic séance. Whether you're a diehard fan or a newcomer who just stumbled out of a dream-pop rabbit hole, Zolita's hypnotic blend of shimmering synths and unapologetically raw lyricism is the antidote to your musical ennui. Picture yourself swaying in a haze of strobe lights and sultry vocals, surrounded by a sea of kindred spirits who get it. This isn't just a gig; it's the kind of cathartic experience that has Instagram stories buzzing for weeks. Do you really want to be the one who hears about it secondhand? Secure that spot, feel the pulse, and let Zolita's magic work its way into your indie-kid heart.

Dust off your skinny jeans and prepare for the nostalgia trip of the year because Peter Bjorn and John are dragging us all back to 2006 in the best way possible. Their Writer's Block 20th Anniversary Tour is hitting the coolest venues that only your indie-elitist cousin knows about, and it's a direct line to that sweet spot between teenage angst and carefree indie pop euphoria. Expect to be swept up in a wave of whistling hooks that could charm a Brooklyn bodega cat, with "Young Folks" as your anthem and the whole night promising more feels than a Sofia Coppola film. Grab your tickets faster than you can say "Scandinavian cool," because missing this is like skipping the soundtrack to your own coming-of-age movie.

Get ready to transcend the ordinary with Prospa present Prophecy, the underground event that's set to electrify your senses and rearrange your musical DNA. Imagine a sonic vortex where pulsating beats and mind-bending visuals collide, curated by the duo that's been crafting the future of electronic music while the rest of us are still untangling our earphones. Prospa's Prophecy isn't just a gig—it's an experience, a rite of passage for anyone who knows their Boiler Room sessions from their bedroom demos. Held in a secret location that only the truly in-the-know will find, this is where your next favorite memories await. It's the kind of thing you tell your kids about—if you had any, but, like, who has time for that when you're busy lighting up the night with the sound of tomorrow? Miss this, and you might as well miss the revolution.

Emerging from the gritty underbelly of Brooklyn's sonic tapestry, GEESE is the band your favorite band is quietly obsessed with. This isn't just a gig—it's a high-voltage communion of post-punk revivalism and youthful defiance, where the DIY ethos crashes into a sonic wall of euphoric chaos. Imagine the sonic lovechild of Television's raw storytelling, with a touch of Parquet Courts' frenetic energy, all swirling amidst a backdrop of frenzied guitar riffs that could tear through the fabric of reality itself. It's the kind of night where decrepit warehouse walls will sweat with the resonance of something pure, raw, and urgent. If you're not there, perched on the edge of an existential epiphany with a PBR in hand, are you even part of the scene? Catch them now, or pretend you were there later.

If your music calendar isn't already graced with a big, bold circle around FIGHTMASTER's upcoming gig, grab a Sharpie, STAT. This genre-defying powerhouse is teaming up with the ethereal Gordi, and it's about to get seismic. FIGHTMASTER is the kind of band that makes you question if your heart can keep up with your pulse—think post-punk energy with a synth-infused soul, all while delivering lyrics that hit like a diary entry you never meant to share.

Doors swing wide at 7pm, but you'll want to be there early to soak in the anticipation and snag a sweet spot. At just $26 in advance, it's a steal for a night that promises to be as unforgettable as your first secret show. Plus, with $1 of every ticket supporting The Ally Coalition, you’re not just vibing—you’re vibing with purpose. Under 16? No problem, just drag your cooler-than-thou parent along for the ride. It's time to shake off that bored-cool facade and dive into a night that feels like the best inside joke you never want to end. FIGHTMASTER isn't just a band; they're a movement, and missing this would be the kind of cultural misstep your future self won’t forgive.

Picture this: a dimly lit room, the warm hum of anticipation pulsing like a second heartbeat. That's where you'll find Emily Kinney weaving her sonic spell. Known to some as that actress from the apocalypse, Kinney's bringing her deceptively sweet vocals and introspective lyrics right to the heart of indie’s coolest corners. At 7 PM sharp, she'll be turning those echoes of folk-pop into a full-blown aural tapestry. This isn't just a gig; it's an intimate sonic diary entry you won't find on Spotify. Grab your valid ID, slip on your favorite vintage tee, and get ready to immerse yourself in an evening that’s equal parts ethereal and electrifying. Miss it, and risk your cultural cred taking a hit—it’s a night for the playlists you'll make with your future self in mind.