Roadrunner

Bikini Kill’s reunion shows aren’t just a nostalgia trip—they’re a rare chance to see a band that actually changed things, not just for punk but for the city’s own DIY spirit. If you missed their first run, you probably know someone who didn’t, and they’ve never stopped talking about it. The setlist is a time capsule, but the energy is anything but retro. Kathleen Hanna’s voice still cuts through the noise, and the crowd’s mix of longtime fans and new faces proves these songs haven’t lost their bite. You’ll hear the anthems, sure, but it’s the raw, unfiltered moments between tracks that remind you why this band mattered in the first place. If you want to feel what it’s like when a room full of people actually believes in something, this is the show to catch.

Slayyyter’s shows are a maximalist fever dream, and this one promises to be a full-throttle ride through the wildest corners of pop. She’s not interested in subtlety—think glitter, sweat, and a setlist that ricochets from Y2K nostalgia to hyperpop chaos without pausing for breath. The crowd is always a mix of diehards and curious newcomers, but everyone leaves with at least one chorus stuck in their head. If you’re tired of polite, polished pop, Slayyyter’s unapologetic, tongue-in-cheek spectacle is the antidote. Her sets feel like a late-night internet rabbit hole brought to life, with a wink and a middle finger to anyone expecting restraint. It’s loud, it’s brash, and it’s a rare chance to see a pop disruptor at her most unfiltered. Show up ready to dance, sweat, and maybe lose your voice.

Slayyyter’s shows are a maximalist fever dream for anyone who remembers the thrill of LimeWire downloads and Myspace profiles. Her sets feel like a late-night drive with the windows down, all neon and attitude, where every track is a sugar rush of Y2K nostalgia filtered through a hyperpop blender. The crowd isn’t just there to watch—they’re part of the spectacle, decked out in glitter and mesh, mouthing every word like it’s a secret. Slayyyter’s unapologetic, tongue-in-cheek approach to pop is a refreshing antidote to the earnestness that sometimes weighs down the genre. If you’re craving a night that’s equal parts chaos and choreography, with hooks that stick in your head for days, this is the one to circle on your calendar. Just don’t expect to leave without a new favorite lyric or two.