I once cried my eyes out to a Squirrel Flower record on the floor of my childhood bedroom. Planet (i), the LP responsible, combines heart-scarred folk lyrics with sticky guitar reverb, creating a noise present in a drive down the interstate with the volume all the way up. Without the proper word count to adequately describe it, the most I’ll spoil for potential concertgoers is that, whether it’s Ella Williams’ sweltering melodies or the lines of indie-folk opener Free Range, each song tugs at something primordial inside each of us. It’s best to let the overfeeling happen at Hole in the Wall rather than on your teenage-stained carpet, mascara running. – Levi Langley