📍Moody Amphitheater — Oct. 14, 2025
Written by Perrin Boyd / Photos by Erick Hernandez
Turnstile’s NEVER ENOUGH Tour rolled through Moody Amphitheater on Tuesday night and caused a full-scale eruption. Austin showed up in force - packed shoulder to shoulder with fans who’ve turned their love for this band into something close to religion. It wasn’t just a sold-out crowd but an entire movement. From the second the lights dropped, it was total chaos - bodies colliding, voices screaming, and a shared sense that we were there for some fun. It was the show. Easily one of the best rock performances I’ve witnessed in years, maybe ever.
Before the mayhem truly hit, Australia’s Amyl & The Sniffers lit the fuse. Their set was a gritty, high-voltage warm-up, led by Amy Taylor’s wild charisma and punk snarl. When they tore into “U Should Not Be Doing That,” the crowd screamed, jumped, and they fed off the high energy that set the tone for everything Turnstile would later detonate.
By the time Turnstile took the stage, the crowd was already a storm. The Baltimore-born, Grammy-nominated band who first clawed their way up through the city’s hardcore scene has come a long way from sweaty basement gigs. Since the release of their 2021 breakthrough GLOW ON, Turnstile have redefined what modern rock and hardcore can sound like, blending aggression with euphoria. Now, with their latest record NEVER ENOUGH exploding in both critical acclaim and commercial success, their sound and influence have only grown more undeniable and loved.
They opened the night with the title track “NEVER ENOUGH,” and chaos immediately took hold. Within seconds, there were mosh pits in every direction, stage dives from every corner, and a flurry of flying bodies that didn’t stop until the final note. The transition into “T.L.C. (TURNSTILE LOVE CONNECTION)” only intensified things. Every lyric screamed with passion, every beat pushing the crowd further into a collective frenzy of chaos.
Frontman Brendan Yates has a supernatural ability to control a crowd - not with words, but with pure energy. Every jump, every kick, every scream radiates through the audience like a live current. He unleashes a spark that could set a whole room on fire. And the band around him operate like a perfectly chaotic machine, balancing melody and aggression in a way few modern bands can.
Turnstile’s sound remains a marvel in itself. Yates’ vocals are equal parts urgency and uplift, threading emotional honesty through distortion and reverb. Ebert’s guitar work slices through the air while Fang’s drumming is relentless, pounding out rhythms that make the ground shake. Their music lives somewhere between hardcore punk and pure transcendence, all groove and grit.
The setlist was a thrilling mix of eras including old favorites, deep cuts, and new anthems that already feel like classics. “Real Thing” and “Pushing Me Away” hit like punches to the chest, while “SEEIN’ STARS” and “HOLIDAY” shimmered with that signature Turnstile optimism that turns chaos into something communal. Every track felt like an invitation to lose control.
And the fans did exactly that. Drinks flew through the air, shoes disappeared into the crowd, and shirts were sacrificed to the madness. Everyone was drenched, smiling, and completely lost in the music. There was this feeling that nothing else mattered; we were all part of something bigger, feeding off the same energy the band was giving back tenfold.
When they closed with “BLACKOUT” and “BIRDS,” it was like the entire place caught fire. Those songs hit harder than anything I’ve ever seen live. The crowd yelling every word, bodies crashing together, lights blinding, drums shaking the ground.
As Turnstile left the stage, you could feel the aftershock. Most pits turned into hugs and handshakes, grinning through sweat, shouting lyrics into the night. It was the kind of show that reminds you why live music matters: loud, messy, human, and absolutely unforgettable. A once-in-a-lifetime performance. Pure chaos, pure love, and pure Turnstile.