The Brokedowns // Warhawks // Loss Leader // Dui’s // The Takeaways Record Release

Show Date: January 10, 2026 @ 8 pm

Price: $10 advance
$15 door

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Show Description:

Doors 7pm

Show 8pm

21+

$10adv / $15dos

plus $3 fee

Check it, check it, check it!
Madison, brace yourself.
The Brokedowns are crashing back into town, dragging their brand-new record “Let’s Tip the Landlord” behind them like a flaming dumpster full of riffs.

They’re teaming up with a Midwest wrecking crew:

Loss Leader — Minneapolis noise-fists straight to the jaw

The Duis — Milwaukee’s unhinged party punks (hide your beers)

Warhawks — Madison’s own old-dudes-with-attitude punk chaos unit

The Takeaways — Madison Punkrock are dropping a whole damn album release because subtlety is for cowards

And to keep the night barely under control (or not):

Raw Space from Duluth holding the mic hostage as MC

Punk Rock Saves Lives (Wisco) will be on hand!

It’s punk. It’s messy. It’s loud.
Show up, sweat everywhere, and let’s blow the doors off Gamma Ray Bar.

Artist Information:

The Brokedowns (Elgin, IL, Red Scare Records)

The Brokedowns first came together in the northwest suburbs of Chicago, where life has a way of outlasting ambition. A tradesman, two remote workers, and a pizza chef named Mustafa forged their sound in the industrial glow of Chicagoland, channeling blue-collar grit through a lens of existential comedy and transforming Midwest frustration into something loud enough to sound like hope.

Their upcoming release finds the band reflecting on the moral rot beneath modern comfort. If previous records skewered the American dream with a laugh and a power chord, this one kneels before it, uncomfortably, ironically, maybe even sincerely. Recorded between day jobs and digital meetings, the songs worship at the altar of hustle culture, crypto salvation, and the influencer gospel of self-optimization.

“In Praise of the Pedestal,” the first single, asks whether a life untouched by greed can even count as living — a question that feels familiar, uncomfortable, and unavoidable. It’s a hymn for the overworked and underwhelmed, a prayer whispered through clenched teeth. Somewhere in the noise, The Brokedowns make mockery sound like devotion and despair feel almost fun.

After two decades, The Brokedowns continue to turn absurdity into anthem, proving that sarcasm can still be sincere and that even in an age of algorithmic enlightenment, guitars, drums, and a little self-loathing can still cut through the noise.