Kicking off their three-night Indianapolis residency, The Used came out swinging with the first night of their 25 Years of The Used celebration. This show was all about their self-titled debut album, played front to back in full, and the energy in the room was electric from the moment the lights dimmed. Fans packed The Egyptian Room ready to scream, cry, and relive one of the most defining albums in post-hardcore and emo history.

Opening the night was Best Noodles in Town, who brought an infectious energy that immediately set the tone. Their sound felt like a nod to the early 2000s scene, but with a fresh, modern grit that got the crowd moving. You could tell they were genuinely thrilled to share the stage with The Used, and they made every second of their set count. Their mix of melodic aggression and youthful charm made for the perfect appetizer before the main course. The crowd responded with open arms, and by the time their set wrapped, the room was buzzing. 📸 Check out the full gallery.

When The Used took the stage, the eruption from the crowd was deafening. The opening notes of Maybe Memories hit like a time machine, instantly transporting everyone back to 2002. Bert McCracken’s voice might have matured over the years, but his delivery still carries that same raw, emotional fire that first made fans fall in love with the band. Every scream, every lyric, every moment felt intentional, like the band was pouring 25 years of gratitude back into the crowd.

Hearing The Taste of Ink, Buried Myself Alive, and Blue and Yellow back-to-back reminded everyone just how special this record is. There’s something deeply personal about these songs — they’re messy, emotional, and timeless. Between songs, Bert took moments to reflect on how much this music still means to them, often pausing just to take in the crowd singing every word back. It wasn’t just a concert. It was a shared catharsis.

The production matched the emotional weight of the night. Lighting shifts painted the stage in red and blue, the visuals highlighting the push and pull of chaos and calm that define the record. The band sounded tight, locked in, and entirely present in the moment. Every song felt earned, like a piece of history unfolding right in front of us.

By the time On My Own and Pieces Mended closed out the set, the entire room was singing, and you could feel the connection between band and fans like it had never faded. This wasn’t just nostalgia — it was a celebration of everything The Used has built, from heartbreak to healing, from chaos to community.

Night one set the bar high. For longtime fans, it was a trip back to where it all began. For newer ones, it was an invitation to understand why The Used has lasted 25 years and counting. And as the lights went down and the crowd filed out, one thing was clear — the legacy of The Used is still alive, still loud, and still absolutely unforgettable. 📸 Check out the full gallery.