The Strokes
The band that rebooted New York rock — a deep catalog of deadpan cool, still untouchable live when the engine catches.
Atlanta's rock festival in Piedmont Park — three days of guitars, from garage legends to hardcore's new kings.
Shaky Knees is Atlanta's rock festival, full stop — three September days in Piedmont Park where the bill runs from garage-rock legends to hardcore's new kings and the skyline does the backdrop work. The 2026 lineup is a guitar lover's fever dream: The Strokes, Gorillaz, and Twenty One Pilots up top; Pavement, LCD Soundsystem, and Wu-Tang Clan in the canon slots; reunions from Minus the Bear, The Rapture, and Jet; and enough emo and punk (Jimmy Eat World, Knocked Loose, Taking Back Sunday) to keep every generation's neck sore. At 54 acts it's the most walkable of the big Southern festivals — you can actually see most of what you want.
Expect rock, indie rock, alt-rock and indie across 54 acts.
September 18–20, 2026 — Friday through Sunday.
Piedmont Park, in the heart of Atlanta.
The Strokes, Gorillaz, and Twenty One Pilots.
54 acts across three days — the most watchable-in-one-weekend bill of the big Southern festivals.
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The band that rebooted New York rock — a deep catalog of deadpan cool, still untouchable live when the engine catches.
Hardcore's joyful crossover kings — dreamy interludes, stage dives, total communion, and a crowd that moves as one.
Dublin's poet-punks grown into arena-scale alt-rock — 'Romance' made them era-defining, swagger and melancholy in equal Irish measure.
Unhinged Brooklyn art-rock — yelping, swaggering, and critically adored, like the Stones reassembled by art students mid-fever.
Oingo Boingo's madman turned Tim Burton's composer — a berserk orchestral-rock spectacle that mashes film scores into art-punk chaos.
Midwest emo's chaotic favorites — screamed choruses, absurd song titles, real feelings, and a crowd that knows every word including the yelps.
Lo-fi electroclash duo — distorted synths and detached vocals for the afterparty, Detroit cool for the post-everything generation.
Moody English guitar-folk — from the campfire anthems of 'Every Kingdom' to gorgeous, murky experimentalism, following his own quiet obsessions rather than the charts.
Berlin-via-Cape Town dream-folk — honeyed, unhurried songs that grew from street-performance beginnings into a quietly devoted worldwide fanbase.
Gravel-and-honey soul-folk — 'Walk With Me' warmth, stomp-and-clap swells built for arms-around-strangers moments, gospel-warm and stadium-ready.
Atlanta pop-punk lifers — 'Chroma' still hits like 2005, a front-to-back scene classic that never needed a follow-up to justify the devotion.
Genre-agnostic arena duo — rap, ukulele, and existential dread with a devoted Clique, lore deep enough for a wiki.
San Diego post-hardcore romantics enjoying a massive TikTok-era second act — the scene's most swooned-over comeback.
Firestarters, still — the UK's rave-punk institution hits harder than bands half their age, three decades of menace intact.
The slacker-rock canon itself — crooked rain and all, reunion sets played with the same shrug that made them legends.
Emo's steadiest hands — The Middle of every festival singalong for 25 years, and a catalog of deep cuts that hits just as hard.
Dev Hynes's velvety art-R&B — '80s soul textures, jazz chords, and quiet heartbreak from one of pop's most sought-after collaborators.
Chewed-bubblegum indie pop — jangly, wry, effortlessly likable, with more guitar firepower live than the records suggest.
Long Island emo royalty — mic-swinging catharsis, twenty-plus years deep, 'MakeDamnSure' still a communal throat-shred, and yes, the mic still swings.
Seattle's finger-tapping math-rock heroes, reunited — precision with a cocktail in hand, glassy tapping and grooves that sneak up dancing.
Sultry, minimalist indie rock — 'Michelle' and a knack for menace, restraint used like a weapon.
DFA dance-punk originators — 'House of Jealous Lovers' still detonates a field, cowbell and all, dance-punk history played live.

Southern rock grit on the Saturday bill.
Perth psych mayhem — riffs like a waterslide through a lava lamp, prolific and twice as loud live.
black midi's frontman gone salsa-prog lounge-lizard — 'The New Sound' is deranged brilliance, virtuoso sleaze played with total commitment.
Rising indie voice on the Saturday undercard.
Fuzzy garage-punk on the Saturday undercard.
French farmer-rockers (literally — they raise geese) with a riff-heavy two-man wallop — sustainable agriculture and stadium riffs, one operation.
Perth duo — punchy, sunburnt indie rock in the great Australian garage tradition, mates-first energy and hooks to match.
Exactly what the name promises — feral undercard punk.
Athens dream-pop-rock duo with soaring piano bones — big-sky melodies from the college-rock capital, swelling choruses with dream-pop shimmer.

Art-leaning indie rock on the Saturday bill.
Damon Albarn's animated universe — a genre-omnivorous hits machine and guest-star carousel, two decades of cartoon cover for some of pop's best songwriting.
The dance-punk philosopher kings — 'All My Friends' remains the great festival closer, and James Murphy its most self-aware master of ceremonies.
The greatest rap crew ever assembled — bring the ruckus to Piedmont Park, W hands in the air.
Kentucky hardcore at Grammy scale — pure, disciplined violence (musically speaking), the genre's unlikeliest mainstream breakthrough.
Lonesome crowded-west lifers — Isaac Brock's yelp is still an institution, and 'Float On' still floats.
Genre-collapsing alt-pop pioneer — 'L.E.S. Artistes' to now, always ahead, new wave and dancehall in one voice.
Melodic-rap architects — the first to make harmony singing and double-time flow one seamless thing, with 'Tha Crossroads' still landing like a hymn.
Sci-fi concept-rock saga with arena hooks — 'Welcome Home' indeed, the Amory Wars mythology powering some of modern prog's biggest singalongs.
'Are You Gonna Be My Girl' — Aussie garage swagger, reunited, with enough riff-rock singles to keep the tank full.
The treadmill-video geniuses — power pop with engineering-degree stagecraft, confetti physics included, and songs that hold up without the treadmills.
'Flavor of the Weak' and a catalog of crunchy Y2K pop-rock — still flying the flannel, with the TRL-era hooks fully intact.
Atlanta indie-pop on the rise — bright hooks with local-scene momentum.
Yes, Dave's daughter — and a genuinely arresting voice striking her own path, closer to torch song than stadium rock.

Warm-hearted indie folk on the Sunday bill.
Snarling young punk energy on the Sunday undercard.

Scuzzy internet-age alt-pop.
The Songs for Kids Foundation's all-star showcase — Atlanta's musicians playing for the kids they serve, and the feel-good set of the weekend.