SEE ALL OUR PHOTOS ON OUR FLICKR PAGE
A blistering free punk show kicked off at 3 PM on Sunday, August 3rd, at Packinghouse Brewery, hosted by The Minnie Green Show with sound from Pat Brown’s Punk Sound system. The sun still beat down on the brew‑yard when the first chords crashed through the PA, and by the time bands took over at 4 PM, the vibe had gone full‑tilt in that gloriously scrappy Riverside way.
This was a gritty mix of DIY ethos and raw energy, where ragged guitars snarled and vocals cut through like a chainsaw. No headliner, no egos, just band after band ripping through blistering sets. The crowd was an all‑ages mix of punks, curious locals, and random festival wanderers who stumbled by for the beer, stayed for the noise.
Davey Jones Haguewood
The space itself is a brewery backdoor turned outdoor stage. Cans of IPA stacked near the amps, a food truck parked off to one side, and the faint smell of hops hanging in the hot afternoon air. It reminded you that punk rock doesn’t need a polished venue; it needs authenticity, and this place delivered.
Davey Jones Haguewood
Sound was raw but solid mix, tight enough to carry power chords and growled lyrics without losing edge. There was little pretense: no flashy lighting, no dramatic build‑up. The bands just smashed into their songs. One set grounded itself in skacore rhythms, another leaned hardcore, another straight‑up streetpunk; but all held a similar signature: urgency, conviction, and an attitude that dared you not to care.
Davey Jones Haguewood
Crowd interaction happened on its own terms: dancing, a couple of fist‑pumps, and an energetic mosh pit by the younger audience. But most of the time it was the music itself fueling the moment. There was camaraderie in the chaos. A sense that everyone was in on it. The final band to play had a slight problem with their guitar, but in the true spirit of the punk community, helping each other out, another band lent them a guitar so they could keep playing.
Davey Jones Haguewood
The highlights weren’t polished solos but moments of communal intensity. It was punk at its best: edgy, ragged, and unmistakably alive. Older, more veteran bands sharing the stage with young up-and-comers who will hopefully one day carry the punk torch.
Davey Jones Haguewood
Ultimately, this show was less about refinement and more about raw expression and community. Packinghouse Brewery proved again that it thrives on community‑driven music experiences and offers a platform where punk feels rooted, not rented. For a Riverside Sunday, it hit exactly the right notes: unfiltered, unpolished, unrelenting.
Davey Jones Haguewood
If you're chasing authenticity over polish, this was a jackpot. A no‑charge, all‑ages, punk‑rock afternoon that reminded you why the genre survives: because its raw heart is still beating in unexpected brewery backyards.
