
Five Hundred BucksLittle LowHouse CrimesHomedays
Sat, 29 Aug, 8:30 PM EDT
Doors open
7:30 PM EDT
Grog Shop
2785 Euclid Heights Boulevard, Cleveland Heights, OH 44106
Description
Saturday, August 29
Five Hundred Bucks w/ House Crimes, Little Low, and Homedays at Grog Shop
Doors 7:30 PM | Show 8:30 PM
ALL AGES
$15; + $3 at the door if under 21
Hailing from Philly’s underground, Five Hundred Bucks is the brainchild of Jeff Riddle (formerly of The Holy Mess) and drummer William Francis Orender (Captain, We’re Sinking). With a sound that crackles like a metal detector in a junkyard, the band delivers some excellent melodic pop-punk on their latest album, Pest Sounds (2025). Recorded with Andy Clarke and mastered by Troy Glessner, Pest Sounds shines with frenetic energy and earworm melodies.
Event Information
Age Limit
All Ages

Alternative
Five Hundred Bucks
Five Hundred Bucks
Alternative
Five Hundred Bucks is a filthy, beautiful punk rock fever dream clawing its way out of Philadelphia, featuring members of The Holy Mess, Captain, We’re Sinking, Teen Agers, and Seagulls—stitched together by Jeff Riddle: songwriter, guitarist, accidental philosopher. The bastard child of burned-out idealism and a four-month songwriting bender in a garage, their latest record Pest Sounds sounds like someone set their old dreams on fire and recorded the screams. These songs are full of ghosts: generational addiction, dead friends, southern doom, and the kind of youthful rot you can only write about once it’s already eaten half your soul. It’s punk rock with a bleeding heart and a busted compass, stumbling toward meaning in the wreckage.

Punk
House Crimes
House Crimes
Punk
House Crimes are a melodic punk band from Akron, Ohio for fans of The Fest, Orgcore Punk, and brutal honesty. House Crimes have roots that run deep throughout the scene, with guitarist Aaron Novak's early 2000's emo band, Waiting For Evangeline and singer Josh Taylor's Friends Back East. The two songwriters would eventually team up to form Worship This!

Pop Punk
Homedays
Homedays
Pop Punk
The submerged bubble-sizzle of elephant ear dough hitting the deep fryer. The unfiltered delight of being snowed in with no end in sight. The yearning in your gut to pull your own bed's comforter to your chin. You remember when it all felt lighter, before the world started swinging and never really stopped. Homedays makes music for that ache. Palm-muted crunch giving way to choruses that won't leave your head. For anyone still here, still standing, still trying to hold onto something soft before it's gone.
