Dance/Electronic shows in New York

If your Spotify Discover Weekly hasn't already hinted at it, let me spell it out for you: Send It Up is about to become your next obsession. This Brooklyn-based quartet shreds the line between post-punk and dream-pop like it's a thrift store tee, bringing a fresh edge to your weathered playlists. Their upcoming gig at that unmarked warehouse in Bushwick (you know the one) promises a night where the walls might actually sweat. Picture a soundscape that’s one part Joy Division, two parts Beach House, with a dash of LCD Soundsystem's frenetic energy. Expect a crowd that knows every word but hardly sings along—because they're too busy having their minds blown. If you miss this, you'll be hearing about it all summer while you scour Instagram stories for a taste. Don't just hear about it—be about it.

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.

Slide into the sonic kaleidoscope of Nabihah Iqbal, where every note feels like a secret handshake between the universe and your inner music snob. This isn't just a gig; it's a transcendental pilgrimage through soundscapes woven with threads of ambient dream-pop and post-punk nostalgia. Nabihah's set promises to be an aural tapestry, seamlessly blending her ethereal vocals with hypnotic rhythms that'll make even the most stoic wallflower groove. Expect the unexpected—like a late-night, vinyl-fueled epiphany that leaves you questioning why you ever bothered with the Top 40. You can catch her weaving magic at the underground venue that your favorite band played before they sold out. Miss it, and you might just miss the moment your musical taste finally clicks into its final form.

As the crisp autumn air ushers in the spookiest season, there's nothing more chillingly cool than the Lower East Record Club Halloween bash. This isn't your average costume party; it's an electrifying fusion of sound and spectacle, where the boundary between performer and audience blurs like a shoegaze track on a scratched vinyl. Picture this: a dimly-lit basement, pulsating with the haunting echoes of analog synths and the raw, untamed energy of the underground's finest. Pastel goths mingle with witchy dream pop aficionados, all summoning the spirits of DIY legends past. Expect surprise sets, ethereal visuals, and a vibe so immersive, even the most aloof hipsters will find themselves bewitched. It's the place to be when the witching hour strikes and the dance floor becomes a cauldron of sonic sorcery. Miss it, and risk being haunted by FOMO until next Halloween.

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.

Clear your calendars and put your FOMO on standby because this Friday night is set to shatter your ennui into a thousand glittering pieces. Dive headfirst into the sonic kaleidoscope with Misster's genre-defying soundscapes, a collision of shoegaze shimmer and post-punk grit. They're that mixtape you found in your older sibling's room—the one that woke you up to the power of noise.

Sharing the stage is Organ Donah, whose synth-driven grooves will transport you to a neon-lit dreamscape where the 80s never ended and the future is now. Their beats are the kind of infectious that even your most obscure vinyl collection can't cure.

And let's not forget Ickypop, the avant-garde oddity that's as unclassifiable as your favorite thrifted sweater. With a performance art edge and lyrics that read like a manifesto for the disenchanted, this is a band that turns every gig into an unforgettable happening.

So, slap on your coolest thrift store threads, grab your most discerning friends, and prepare to experience live music euphoria. This lineup promises more than just a night out; it’s a rite of passage into the underbelly of the indie scene. Miss it, and you'll wish you hadn't.

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.

If your calendar isn't already marked with a neon highlighter for CAPYAC's NYC Residency Night 2, then darling, you're doing this whole living-in-the-coolest-city thing all wrong. Picture this: a kaleidoscopic collision of funky basslines, synth wizardry, and a live show that's more performance art than concert—CAPYAC doesn't just play music; they orchestrate a sensory feast. It's the kind of night where the confetti might end up in your drink, and somehow that only makes it taste better. Their sound is like if Daft Punk threw a soirée in a Brooklyn warehouse after raiding Prince's closet, channeling an infectious groove that could make a stone statue boogie. So, if you're not at Elsewhere, losing yourself in a sea of glitter and sweat, then what exactly are you doing with your Friday night? This isn't just an event; it's a rite of passage. Don't sleep on it—this is your shot to be part of the stories everyone will be name-dropping next week.

Brooklyn's pulse quickens tonight as CAPYAC takes the stage for the third night of their NYC residency, turning the usual indie ennui into a kaleidoscope of sonic euphoria. If you've been sleeping on this electro-funk duo, now's your chance to experience a mind-meld of genre-blurring beats and theatrical flair that's more intoxicating than a speakeasy cocktail. Imagine Daft Punk's lovechild with Prince throwing a party in a Montauk beach house during a lightning storm—yeah, it's that kind of vibe. With surprise guest appearances rumored and a setlist that promises to oscillate between cosmic grooves and dancefloor bangers, missing this show would be the ultimate hipster faux pas. Your inbox can wait; tonight, CAPYAC is the only thing lighting up New York.

If your soul aches for a sonic pilgrimage back to the halcyon days of dreamy synth lines and post-punk whispers, then cancel your plans for Thursday night and head straight to the heart of the underground: Book of Love is taking the stage. These pioneers of the late-night dancefloor are poised to transform a mere gig into a communal rite of synthpop salvation. Imagine the cascading echoes of tender keys and harmonies that grasp at your heart's inner nostalgia, all while you’re surrounded by a sea of art kids who look like they just stepped out of a Gus Van Sant film. Whether you’re a seasoned disciple or a fresh convert to their soundscapes, the evening promises an alchemy of euphoria and introspection that’ll make even the most jaded scenester grateful for the best kind of déjà vu. Trust, this isn’t just another show—it’s a resurgence. Don’t be the one who hears about it the next day on the group chat and regrets not being there to witness this legendary rebirth firsthand.