Written by Clinton Camper
June 17, 2025 – South Side Ballroom at Gilley’s, Dallas, TX
I got home and immediately had to write this. My ears are still ringing, and I’m still grinning—there was no way I was going to let the memories of tonight fade without getting them down.
We missed opener Bnny, but walked into a completely packed South Side Ballroom just in time for Briston Maroney to take the stage. And I mean packed. I’m 5’11 and still found myself on my tiptoes trying to catch glimpses of Briston and his band. But once they started, I didn’t want to look away.
Briston was a madman in the best way—jumping around, headbanging, shredding on his guitar like it owed him money, and relentlessly hyping the crowd. He didn’t just ask us to get loud—he demanded more, and we gave it. At one point he had us flapping our arms like birds. At another, he used a cymbal to play a triangle. Is he a rockstar or a stand-up comic? Somehow both.
The energy was nonstop. The 60-minute set flew by. I went in personally more excited for Briston Maroney than Peach Pit and left even more obsessed. I was so impressed, I bought a $45 shirt on the spot—and I’m broke. No regrets.
Song highlights included:
Paradise
Small Talk
Body
Better Than You
Caroline
Under My Skin
June
Freakin’ Out on the Interstate
It even felt like the crowd was just as locked in for Briston as the headliner—and honestly, I get it. He’s talented, hilarious, and totally captivating live.
Then came Peach Pit, and they delivered a totally different flavor of fun—but just as dialed in. With 30 massive circular lights behind them, the band lined up shoulder to shoulder and let the music speak for itself.
They joked about being cyberbullied into coming to Texas, admitted the heat was killing them (Canada could never), and made it clear how much Dallas means to them. Gilley’s is the only place they’ve ever played in Dallas—opening for Two Door Cinema Club back in 2019. Back then, they only had one album and were still “workshopping Shampoo Bottles.”
The crowd sang every word to that one tonight—arms in the air, totally in sync, with frontman Neil swaying along with the sea of hands.
Alrighty Aphrodite was another peak moment. Neil flailed and convulsed like a possessed zombie while someone in the crowd yelled, “This song is a banger!” Everyone nearby nodded in full agreement.
They shredded hard to close Private Presley, left the stage, and came back out for an encore. Neil returned alone for Peach Pit, thanking the crowd for helping make his dreams come true before the full band joined in for Tommy’s Party. The perfect ending.
Song highlights:
Magpie
Vickie
Give Up Baby Go
Techno Show
Alrighty Aphrodite
Shampoo Bottles
Peach Pit
Tommy’s Party
I came in excited, left blown away, and I’m already counting down until the next time either of them pass through Texas.