Tonight’s the night.
A night where we choose a costume, choose a party, choose V.
Join us this evening at Great Scott in Allston as we celebrate the second-annual Vanyaland Halloween Party, an extension of the legendary parties thrown by the pill over the past decade-and-a-half, and the follow-up to last year’s banger event that showcased the sounds of Ruby Rose Fox, Smashing Pumpkins, and Robyn.
This year, we raise the stakes even further and ask that you look bloody sharp and dress the part as we dance in the crisp October night with The Daily Pravda performing the music of Trainspotting, Band Without Hands as Garbage, and Telelectrix as CHVRCHES. As an added bonus, DJ Michael V (the pill, Vanyaland) will be spinning the dance party between and after the bands, continuing the Friday night celebration in Allston Rock City.
Online advance tickets are now closed, but there will be a handful available at the door for the nice price of of $10. Gates swing open at 9 p.m., and the first band hits the stage around 10 p.m.
Dig in.
The Daily Pravda performing the music of Trainspotting: Boston’s neo-glam heroes take the soundtrack back to the clubs, when Renton first met Diane, performing songs from the celebrated 1996 cult film. Got a Lust For Life? You know where to find us.
Band Without Hands performing the music of Garbage: One of the best new bands in town raises a pink feathery glass to the finest purveyors of scandalous and seductive ’90s alternative rock. Shirley, we do not jest.
Telelectrix performing the music of CHVRCHES: The latest spark in our city’s underrated electronic-pop scene washes the night in blissful neon as they take on today’s most celebrated electro-pop act. Keep every eye open, right from the start.
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin can openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life: I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got Vanyaland?
