You find yourself standing in front of a tavern door. The feeling of adventure hangs thick in the air

Heed well, mysterious traveler! On the eve of September 12th, beyond that door lies a realm of funky grooves, inter-dimensional jams, and sonic quests.

The door reads, "Tryin' and CHONK at the Skylark West Seattle $10 cover, music at 8pm"

Get ready for a night of sludgy, psychedelic funk 🌌

This is the kind of lineup that melts faces and rearranges internal organs. Come early, stay weird.