|
|
|
|
|
 |
 |
 |
 |
 |
|
 
• 
• 
|
|
Listings are
in the opposite order of appearance: headliner is listed at the top,
next is the support band(s),
and the last band listed is the opener.
|
 |
|
|
|
 |
Tuesday June 3
2025 8:00PM doors -- music at 8:30PM ••• ALL AGES $20 in advance / $23 at the door CIVIC civicivic.com Rock, punk rock \ Post-punk The Mainliners themainliners.bigcartel.com Pop/Rock Punk TBA ... CIVIC -from Melbourne, AU -One of the most exhilarating bands to emerge in recent years, CIVIC have reimagined the reckless intensity of proto-punk for an era of endless uncertainty. On their 2021 debut album Future Forecast, the Melbourne-based four-piece offered up a barrage of songs matching their frenetic sound with both self-aware outpouring and incisive observation of the world around them—a dynamic that’s earned massive critical acclaim as well as admiration from the likes of musicians like punk legend Henry Rollins. As further shown on their upcoming sophomore full-length Taken By Force—an album the band aptly sums up as “1984 meets Endless Summer”—CIVIC joyfully obliterate the line between furious catharsis and unbridled fun, introducing a vital new energy into today’s musical landscape. In sharing such an immersive and emotionally arresting body of work, CIVIC ultimately hope to leave listeners with the same revelatory sensation they found in discovering the music that’s shaped them. “Lewis and I were talking about listening to the Stooges for the first time as kids and feeling completely overtaken by it,” says McCullough. “It would be amazing to have that same kind of impact. Even if it’s as simple as making them realize they just really love rock-and-roll, I think there’s something meaningful in that.” The Mainliners -from Hollywood, CA -As he makes his way through the streets of Hollywood with the spotlight of a helicopter trailing , the man searches for a place to hide out. A sign overhead reads, “THE MAINLINERS.” Stepping over a nodded-out junkie blocking the entrance, he enters the seedy nightclub. The door swings open, revealing a dimly lit room that pulsates with the raw energy of the band on stage. The air is thick with smoke and sweat, and strobing lights cast erratic shadows that dance on the walls, mirroring the chaos of his mind. The man ventures deeper into the club, further distancing himself from his pursuers and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. The band’s chords cut through the haze like a knife. He can still feel the echoes of his crime – the hurried breaths, the shouts that pierced the night before quickly fading. That was behind him now. He finds the bar as the bass thumps in time with his racing heart. He tries to blend in with the crowd of leather jackets and wild hair, each lost soul inhabiting its own world of rebellion. The show is a sanctuary for the restless, but he knows better than to let his guard down; danger lurks in the spaces between the notes, and he is far from untouchable. As the band begins their encore, a gang of cops gathers outside– guns drawn –and waits for the man to emerge. He stares up at the stage as Cash Mathieu (Vocals), Colin Sick (Guitar), Adrian Morris (Bass), and Jackson Fox (Drums) wish the crowd a good night. He has heard his final song... TBA - - |
 |