“This divine gift does not come from a higher power, but from our own minds.” This bill is straight up sexy. Liz Cooper, Lily Seabird, AND Greg Freeman?? Hell yeah.

The show is going to be LOUD, it’s going to be BIG, and it’s going to be MEAN. We are going to let the walls of the brewery echo with guitars, jagged melodies, and Halloween cheer. “Also, you’ll find a pair of safety glasses and some earplugs with your ticket purchase. Please feel free to use them.”

You might ask – is Foam throwing a Halloween party without a kick-ass theme and a costume contest? “Well, we’ve never been accused of that before.” This year’s theme will be “Wes World”, where the whimsical charm of Wes Anderson meets the mind-bending mysteries of West World. Confused? We were too when we thought of it, that’s the best part.

Simply put: Wear a Wes Anderson themed costume, or a Westworld themed costume. OR combine them. We dare you. This is a daring kind of evening. Strut your stuff in our costume contest for a chance to win some wicked prizes. You might even go home with some cold hard cash!

[ Liz Cooper ]

On the porch of her one-time Nashville home, Liz Cooper had a multimedia project that combined two of her loves: lips and cigarettes. She painted her own lips with red paint and kissed a canvas two or three hundred times, later dotting them with the detritus left behind in ashtrays by her friends. An overlap of intimacy, indulgence, cheekiness, and sensuality, the piece complements Cooper's roiling second record, Hot Sass. Over jagged, frenetic guitar parts, Cooper sets expectations aflame with the record's title track. Her songs unfurl like smoke spiraling off an incense cone late in the afternoon, with Cooper

[ Lily Seabird]

“Lily Seabird writes songs that are at once confessional and cathartic and full of pop hooks. It's a devastating combo, heightened by the juxtaposition of her ethereal voice and the grit that she and her band put into Beside Myself's tracks.” - Chris Farnsworth - Seven Days

[ Greg Freeman ]

Greg Freeman deals in biblical deluges, apocalyptic fever dreams, Floridian miscreants, and green mountain malaise. On his excellent debut LP "I Looked Out," Gregs's voice takes center stage, creaking, crooning, and cutting through clouds of static. The songs are linked together by a palpable urgency, whether it is the punch-in-the-face, careening momentum of "Tower," the country-gazing guitar squall of "Souvenir Heart," or the singalong finale of "Palms." Careful arrangements and production choices bring out the best of the 7-piece band that ornament the album with pedal steel, horns, eerie strings, and tape warbles. Greg's strong narrative songwriting is equally effective

Costumes Required - We will be doing a costume contest! Cash prize for best costume!!

| DOORS 7PM | $30 | 21+|