Capcity Presents:
CorMae
Kitty Junk
The Proffits
Wild Child
October 29th 2026
Doors at 7:00PM Show at 7:30PM
$12.50 adv ($14.57 after fees) or $15 day of show
All Ages Event
CorMae
Forming in 2024, CorMae has quickly become a standout in the Austin music scene, known for their wild stage antics and enthusiastic crowd participation. Their songs are loud, relatable, and witty - aimed to bring joy and also commiserate with listeners with a playful yet still angry, infectious punk attitude. CorMae loves bringing people together of all ages, which is where they believe the true magic is, empowering folks regardless of age, race, gender, or nationality.
Kitty Junk
Kitty Junk is Seattle Rock.
Doing whatever we want since 2020.
Playing all over Seattle and tours to the UK and Canada within the last 6 years they have made their mark.
With songs like ‘Head Rush’ and ‘Wetch’ or their upcoming releases like ‘Drink Me’ they have a vast array of originality that captivates the audience instantly.
Fronted by Ryan Lee on guitar and vocals and Angie Megan on drums. The duo’s aura is a ferocious mixture youll want to experience again and again.
The Profits
Through the boarded up windows and deadbolted doors of a former mortuary, something stirs. It’s not ghosts, but the rumble of The Proffits tearing through another practice, loud enough to rattle hubcaps of the cars across the street in the parking lot. Fierce vocals distort over a bassline that rumbles beneath surf-drenched guitar and pounding drums.
The Proffits are Olympia, WA’s answer to a question nobody asked but everyone needed. Surf punk at its trashiest and most familiar, they channel the sleaze of The Cramps, the raw chaos of The Sonics, and flirt with the soul-scratched swagger of the Detroit Cobras. Their songs don’t just haunt, they move, with melodies and arrangements that summon hips into motion and boots onto beer-stained floors or cemetary plots.
The Proffits
Through the boarded up windows and deadbolted doors of a former mortuary, something stirs. It’s not ghosts, but the rumble of The Proffits tearing through another practice, loud enough to rattle hubcaps of the cars across the street in the parking lot. Fierce vocals distort over a bassline that rumbles beneath surf-drenched guitar and pounding drums.
The Proffits are Olympia, WA’s answer to a question nobody asked but everyone needed. Surf punk at its trashiest and most familiar, they channel the sleaze of The Cramps, the raw chaos of The Sonics, and flirt with the soul-scratched swagger of the Detroit Cobras. Their songs don’t just haunt, they move, with melodies and arrangements that summon hips into motion and boots onto beer-stained floors or cemetary plots.
