Packinghouse Brewing Company celebrated its 15th anniversary on October 11 with a full-throttle punk showcase that felt like a homecoming and a challenge all at once. The brewery’s back lot, usually lined with picnic tables and beer barrels, morphed into a sweaty battleground of amps, mosh zones, and impassioned vocals.
Davey Jones Haguewood
From the moment the first band hit the stage, the tone was clear: this was a punk party, not a polished production. The sound was raw, guitars snarled, drums pounded, vocals cracked in all the best ways. Crowd members got up close, others weaving between groups with beers in hand, staying close but never static. Every set felt like a loud, necessary affirmation: Packinghouse at 15 was still willing to get bruised.
Davey Jones Haguewood
Local bands kicked things off with familiar Southern California grit, pummeling through sets that ranged from skate-punk to hardcore. The crowd response matched: fists thrust, bodies collided, the backline barely heard over the roar.
Davey Jones Haguewood
As a celebration, the 15th showed Packinghouse still gets it: it’s a place that invests in underground culture, in raw expression, and in giving local punks a stage that’s theirs, not borrowed. After the last chord faded and the amps cooled, you could see it in faces: tired, sweaty, buzzing. That’s the kind of anniversary I respect.
Davey Jones Haguewood
Packinghouse’s 15th-anniversary punk show didn’t play it safe, and it didn’t need to. It was messy, alive, communal; a fitting tribute to fifteen years of letting punk live at Riverside’s brewery doorstep. If you weren’t there, you missed a loud reminder that underground scenes survive via nights exactly like this.
