We are at the turn of the past millennium and out of nowhere the New York scene re-emerges. Straddling a series of unforgettable records, between pilled psychedelia and a garage excess, Oneida from Brooklyn appeared. From that horse they have never come down, so much so that they have become the institution of that indie-tinged noise that we like so much. Before spring blooms, a concert to be framed. Long live Sunday.
Gates opening h 8 pm