Best concerts in NYC in June
The bratty, likably bombastic British synth-popsters of the 1975 come from Manchester (the birthplace of the Smiths, the Stone Roses and Happy Mondays) and are somewhat of a big deal in their homeland, and increasingly in the States as well: The band's sophomore album, I Like It When You Sleep, for You Are So Beautiful Yet So Unaware of It, topped the charts in both countries upon its release last year.
The annual Randalls Island event is the one of the best local fests, hosting top talent from an array of genres over three days. Catch hip-hop rising stars (Chance the Rapper, Childish Gambino), pop sounds of every ilk (from moody Lorde to pop-rock Phoenix), atmospheric, dreamy rock(Air, Beach House) and more. Friday, June 2, 2017 to Sunday, June 4, 2017
Yearly rumors of a Ween reunion have popped up like clockwork since 2011 when the impish cult-favorites retired the act due to singer Aaron "Gene Ween" Freeman's struggles with substance abuse and onstage meltdown in Vancouver. But 2016 marked the year those rumors came true. For the band's sizable fan base, every Ween concert is a holy event. The Pennsylvanian institution's ability to project its virtuosic talent onto virtually any genre and goofily make it its own is worth the price of admission, even if you haven't drunk the Kool-Aid.
This wildly popular string band offers sweet, earthy, surprisingly rock & rolly songs—and plucky covers—that encompass classic soul, R&B and pop motifs, but it's singer Rachael Price's gorgeous, rich voice that will stop you in your tracks. The Boston outfit performs behind a new LP, Side Pony.
As folk-punk duo Girlpool, high school friends Harmony Tividad and Cleo Tucker weave complex vocal interplay—unison shouts along with lilting harmonies—above spare guitar melodies. The spare arrangement leaves every note exposed—a fitting framework for the radically vulnerable lyrics found on 2015's excellent release, Before the World Was Big.
Connecticut's positively cathartic Sorority Noise writes mature lyrical exorcisms of addiction and depression that skyrocket into scream-along choruses and make key changes sound somehow oh-so-punk-rock, rather than Bon Jovi-cringeworthy.
Though this indie institution has undergone fundamental transformations in recent years, there's no mistaking the essential Shins-iness of the band's latest Heartworms: Once again we find James Mercer pondering life’s big questions in long-lined vocal melodies floating over jangly, detailed guitar-pop arrangements. Here the Portland, OR, indie-rock faves open the summer season with a Celebrate Brooklyn! benefit show.