Darling Farm | All the Tired Horses | Kashmere Mammoths | Assisted Living [RUBBER ROOM]

Spune Presents Tommy Oeffling and The B-Team w/ Darling Farm & All The Tired Horses at Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios on August 7th, 2026! Local Presale: Thursday, May 14 @ 10am Local (PW: SPUNE26) General On-Sale: Friday, May 15 @ 10am Tommy Oeffling makes his music in a bedroom on the second floor of a rather unassuming duplex in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and you can tell. You can hear every step he takes, every creak of his chair, every flubbed guitar part, and every breath he takes in his recordings, and he likes it that way. He wants it to feel human, and purely from himself and his upbringing; his music calls back to the CDs his Dad burnt onto an iPod Nano gifted to him for Christmas when he was eleven, and he feels it’s supposed to. Some call it nostalgic. He can’t tell. He also doesn’t really care. He’s currently in school to be a high school history teacher. He likes cooking dinner for his friends and going on half marathon-long walks a whole lot more than music. And you can tell that, as well. Some call it slacker rock, and they’re not wrong. His music comes across as if he just so happened to make it, and that’s exactly what makes it. His new album, “Picture of Health,” is out June 6th, 2025. Its ten tracks total to a mere 34 minutes, and its theme is just as simple; it’s really nothing more than an album about being twenty, made by a twenty-year-old. And you can tell. Age Policy: 18+ See less

Bar & live music stage for emerging & big-name indie rockers that doubles as a rehearsal space.

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Spune Presents Tommy Oeffling and The B-Team w/ Darling Farm & All The Tired Horses at Rubber Gloves Rehearsal Studios on August 7th, 2026! Local Presale: Thursday, May 14 @ 10am Local (PW: SPUNE26) General On-Sale: Friday, May 15 @ 10am Tommy Oeffling makes his music in a bedroom on the second floor of a rather unassuming duplex in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and you can tell. You can hear every step he takes, every creak of his chair, every flubbed guitar part, and every breath he takes in his recordings, and he likes it that way. He wants it to feel human, and purely from himself and his upbringing; his music calls back to the CDs his Dad burnt onto an iPod Nano gifted to him for Christmas when he was eleven, and he feels it’s supposed to. Some