Today is the last day to enter for your chance to win a pair of tickets to the El Vez holiday show at Subterranean since we pull out the barrel with the numbered ping-pong balls (our preferred method of choosing contest winners when feats of strength aren’t feasible) tomorrow morning. Ow, that was a really long sentence, huh? But that sentence wasn’t nearly as long as your face will be if you miss El Vez... more ›

Chicagoist loves El Vez. See? As a matter of fact, we love him so much we've decided that we want to make it nigh impossible for you to pass up his annual Holiday Show, making its stop this year at Subterranean on Saturday night. We've got two tickets to offer so that you and your favorite mistletoe companion can get sexed up, spruced up, and Santa-ed up by the one, the only, the El Vez.... more ›

What a great week for indie-pop. We are seriously psyched to revisit some old favorites while experiencing some newer friends for the first time. Robbers on High Street have garnered a lot of buzz, and while their latest digital-only EP is not an entirely convincing justification for their acclaim, it’s certainly strong enough to pique our curiosity. Expect Subterranean to be pretty crowded as everyone tries to discern whether these cats have the legs to... more ›

Yup, it’s another Friday, lots of shows go on sale tomorrow, and we know you want our hints as to which ones to plunk your hard-earned change in favor of and which you should avoid. As always, we aim to serve your interests and keep you ahead of the general unwashed masses. Or something like that. Duran Duran Oct. 26, Sears Centre, 8 p.m., $35-$75, All Ages The Sears Center will never replace Poplar Creek... more ›

Ay díos mío! There is no El Vez Christmas Show at Abbey Pub this weekend which makes for a very sad Mex-Mas indeed, niños. But do not despair! The gringos of Big Bad Voodoo Daddy are bringing their Wild and Swingin’ Holiday Party to the House of Blues tonight at 9 PM. Chicagoist wonders if it will resemble our own wild and swingin’ holiday party which featured copious amounts of Sam’s “Jingle My Bells Punch.” Margaret was only two cups in before she was putting mistletoe on her ass (“because you should all be kissing my ass anyway!”) and letting people know where they could stuff their stockings. more ›