It was a night that brought punk rock back to its roots—no frills, no pretense, just loud guitars, timeless energy, and a whole lot of attitude. With three generations of punk represented on one stage, the crowd showed up early and ready to throw down. From the first distortion-blasted note to the final crowd roar, the night was a celebration of fast tempos, raised fists, and that feeling of community only this kind of show can bring.

The Mainliners opened the night with a gritty, no-nonsense set that felt like a shot of adrenaline straight to the chest. Their old-school punk delivery was sharp and honest, echoing that underground basement show energy even on a bigger stage. With tight playing, punchy rhythms, and just the right amount of chaos, they made the most of their slot. It’s not always easy being the first band up on a lineup like this, but The Mainliners showed up to earn respect—and they absolutely did. Check out the full gallery.

Bad Religion followed and immediately turned up the nostalgia with a set that felt both familiar and fresh. These guys are legends for a reason, and their live show still hits with the same urgency and intelligence that’s defined them for decades. Their mix of melody, message, and unrelenting pace kept the crowd moving and singing, with fans from every era showing up in full force. Greg Graffin’s vocals were sharp, the band was locked in, and even after all these years, their songs haven’t lost a step. There’s something timeless about their set—like watching punk rock history being written in real time. Check out the full gallery.

Dropkick Murphys hit the stage with a wave of energy and didn’t waste a second getting the crowd fired up. Their blend of Celtic punk and working-class grit turned the venue into a full-blown celebration. Early in the set, frontman Ken Casey looked toward the lawn and called out to the fans in the back, telling them to “come up here and show them how it’s done.” It wasn’t just banter—he meant it. As fans began to push forward, security blocked the aisles, holding people back from joining the pit. Ken stopped the show and made it clear he wasn’t playing another song until security backed off and let the crowd through.

What followed was a rare and powerful moment—pure punk protest. After a tense few minutes, security relented, and somewhere between 75 to 100 fans surged from the lawn into the pit, greeted by cheers from the stage and the crowd. It was wild, chaotic, and completely in line with the spirit of the night. From that point forward, the energy was unstoppable. The band tore through their set with everything they had, and the crowd gave it right back. Casey’s interaction with the fans didn’t just hype the moment—it reminded everyone what punk is really about. Check out the full gallery.

From start to finish, the night felt like a love letter to punk rock—raw, real, and unfiltered. The Mainliners kicked the door open, Bad Religion delivered a masterclass, and Dropkick Murphys turned a moment of resistance into a full-blown party. It wasn’t just a concert. It was a community in motion, and for a few loud, sweaty hours, everything felt exactly right.