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Saturday April 25 2026
  8:00PM doors -- music at 9:00PM
 
•••  21 AND OVER
$20 in advance / $25 at the door
El Ten Eleven
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 Post-punk, Psychedelic rock
Misandrist
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 Shoegaze-dreampop


El Ten Eleven
-from Los Angeles, CA
-We like to believe our lives can be shaped into stories clean arcs, legible meaning but life refuses the outline. Instead, it moves bluntly and without apology, indifferent to our sense of order. Events pile up without resolution, momentum divorced from di rection, motion confused for progress. Sometimes the only refuge left is the nowhere of our own minds.

El Ten Eleven’s Nowhere Faster , the duo’s 16th release, was forged within that unease. Across eight tracks, it considers not just nothingness but veloci ty the strange urgency that propels us forward even when the destination remains unclear. We are committed to acceleration, convinced speed itself might save us. The 33 minute album slows just long enough to pose the harder questions: what are we running f rom, and what do we think we can outrun?

That tension appears even in the album’s artwork, once again created with longtime collaborator Rob Fleming. It depicts a classic liminal space: familiar, anonymous, quietly unsettling. A stained glass colored buil ding and a streetlamp blur at the edges, suggesting motion that feels less like escape than enclosure the kind that traps rather than transports.

Nowhere Faster emerged from Kristian Dunn and Tim Fogarty’s longest break from touring and recording in their 23 years together, though “break” is something of a misnomer. Dunn’s famously restless creative pace never slowed. Instead, he began writing for not one but two drummers, handing Fogarty one of the most demanding challenges of his career. The record also marks a first for the band, weaving real strings and piano throughout, deepening the palette of what is already one of their most layered works.

The album’s titles and sounds draw from moments scattered across the band’s 23 year history. Opener “Uncanny V alley Girl” marks the return of long retired effects like the delay pedal, stacking basslines into a dense, enveloping wall. It’s a clear eyed take on AI era paranoia, anchored by Fogarty’s steady rhythm snare taut, cymbals gently alive giving the sci fi u nease something solid to lean on. “Bjork’s Alarm Clock,” meanwhile, takes its title from an insult hurled at the band by a guitarist of a punk band on their first tour; you can almost hear Dunn and Fogarty’s quiet laughter beneath the buoyant bass and bow scratched strings.

Still, Nowhere Faster is not a retreat into nostalgia. El Ten Eleven remains invested in risk and reinvention. The record continues to center Fogarty’s propulsive drumming and Dunn’s bass driven experimentation: the first four tracks (“s ide A”) feature electric bass, while the latter half (“side B”) shifts to acoustic bass processed through pedals, subtly altering the album’s emotional weight. “Last Night In The Kitchen” reaches for the slick, sleazy bombast of classic Bond themes, openin g new corridors for Dunn’s ever expanding musical ambitions.

Album closer “So It Goes” draws inspiration from Dunn’s reading of Kurt Vonnegut’s Slaughterhouse Five , coinciding with his reckoning with aging, loss, and the deaths of friends. Built around one of his stranger sonic experiments a capo wrapped around a fretless acoustic bass the song unfurls into a twangy, americana inflected lament. It sounds like the quiet moments when reflection catches up to us, when we take inventory of the gnashes and scars left by the jaws of life.



Misandrist
-from San Francisco, CA
-on Nivessa Records