77 Daniel Street, Portsmouth, NH
with special guest: QWILL
December 26, 2025
Doors at 7pm • $12 adv. / $15 day of
An anticipation likened to that of a Lucas prequel after years of quiescence, Boiler Room Six anthologizes a ruckus of sounds from the Cantina, severed limbs and all. With a 30-plus year promenade under their march, BR6 combines an alchemy of bite and smile, chaos and calm, all of which seed sonic tendrils into the mind with the acumen of a home lobotomy kit.
When folks ask, “what’s their sound like?”, the correct answer is, “yes”.
Yes to original arrangements that smile up your ears as you’re trampled by a rickshaw of stratified percussion and tchotchkes you don’t know the names of.
More yes to a library of food court samples and delicious sound bites offered up for free, all served with frilly toothpicks, all part of a bigger combo meal, all from a guy who won’t leave you alone.
Double extra yes to riff-heavy guitars and smooth criminal bass that bounce and bludgeon and pummel and please. These are anthems for a community that invented the car chase and discounts on the floor model.
All the yes to Seuss-like libretto delivered with the vociferous nature of a tobacco auctioneer. A knife fight of lyrics aimed to round peg the square hole through the art of inside jokes, ludicrous absurdity, and calloused thought.
All gas.
No brakes.
Boiler Room Six.
The roads are ice.