Hey, guess what? You're going camping this weekend in Baltimore. A strange wrinkle in the universe's curve brought the whole town here. The Baltimore Round Robin—about 50 people in the city's relentlessly weird bands cruising around for weeks in veggie oil busses (man, won’t it be rad when we don’t even have to say that, when it’ll just be like, duh of course it’s SVO now shut up about it?), dropping down in cities to play for hours and hours in a circle with the audience in the middle, no headliner, no opener—ends its tour at Le Poisson Rouge. It’s split up into two nights: Eyes (Beach House, Jana Hunter, Nautical Almanac, WZT Hearts, Lexie Mountain Boys, Santa Dads, and more), where shit's more visual, and Feet (Adventure, Dan Deacon, Deathset, DJ Dog Dick, Future Islands, etc.), for dancing like Roberto Saviano’s sweat on a hot plate. It's one of those positive-vibe things so bring the thermos full of soup but leave the hunting knife at home.