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Empty Bottle, Inc.
Wednesday, Oct 23, 2013 9:00 PM CDT (8:30 PM Doors)
Thee Oh Sees / The Blind Shake / OBN IIIs
Wednesday, Oct 23, 2013 9:00 PM CDT
Empty Bottle, Chicago, IL
21 years and over
Advance tickets to this show are sold out. We will have a limited number of tickets available at the door when we open the night of the show. They are first come, first serve.
It's nearly impossible to oversell how combustible a live performance from San Francisco's THEE OH SEES can become. Over the past decade the band has morphed from a showcase for rock savant JOHN DWYER's post-COACHWHIPS sensitivity into the hardest working band in garage-rock, delivering simple melodies and creepy lyrics, frequently delivered in a whacked-out monster-voice. Fleshing out guitars and drums with flutes, bells and thrift store synths, Looney Tunes-worthy narratives are rolled into summery retro nuggets and delivered in playfully sinister, Sesame Street-on-LSD tales. With a score of releases on Captured Tracks, In the Red, Tomlab, and most recently, their 2013 LP Flying Coffin on DWYER's own label Castle Face, THEE OH SEES must be seen to be believed. Minneapolis trio THE BLIND SHAKE hit the Bottle once again with their spastic, rumbling, anxious noise-punk effort full of guitar-heavy tracks that plays like a smack to the face. Returning for the first time since opening for the legendary ZEROS over Pitchfork Fest weekend, these hardworking maniacs are the real deal and will literally blow up your head with their overpowering sound and antics. Exploding out of Denton, TX's insanely awesome punk scene but now calling Austin home, the OBN IIIs have released two frighteningly good LPs on Tic Tac Totally that meld gritty punk energy with a rock'n'roll swagger that'll get you shaking your butts and struttin' your stuff. These dudeliest men return to the Bottle tonight, but they're no strangers to Chicago - lead singer ORVILLE NEELY also fronts BAD SPORTS - and we know the OBN IIIs are coming to rock you into oblivion with their balls-out, snot-rock crunchers.