At The Garage, Himalayas delivered a set that was sharp, loud, and completely in control. With Luna Bay and JuJu opening, the night moved with a clear build, each act tightening the atmosphere until the headliners stepped in and took over without hesitation.
JuJu opened with a slow-burning intensity. Their set was driven by repetition and weight, locking into grooves that didn’t shift much but didn’t need to. They let the rhythm carry everything, keeping movement to a minimum and focusing on the sound. No unnecessary words, no distractions. Just stripped-back pressure that held the room in place.
Luna Bay followed with a cleaner, more direct energy. Their set leaned into melody without letting things slip into softness. Each track landed with purpose. Guitars rang out tight, choruses were built to hit, and the pacing kept the room engaged from start to finish. It was a set that didn’t ask for attention, it held it.
Then The Himalayas walked out, and everything sharpened. They opened with Beneath the Barrel and immediately set the tone. The crowd shifted forward, the noise level jumped, and the band didn’t give an inch. Alone and Hung Up followed quickly, guitars slicing through the space, drums punching forward. There was no moment wasted.
Leave This Place and Somebody Else pulled things in and pushed them right back out, building tension before releasing it with full weight. Twisted Reflections tore through with speed and bite, and by the time Thank God I’m Not You dropped, the front of the room was moving with force. The crowd didn’t need to be asked, they were already in it.
Afterlife kept the pressure high, and Heavy Weather gave just enough space to breathe without slowing down. Nothing Higher and Surrender followed fast, then Sigh on a Hurricane sent things further, met with full voices and raised fists.
What If…? and A Brand New God closed out the main set without losing any momentum. The band left and came back just long enough to let the room catch its breath. The encore opened with Cave Paintings, then Flatline hit with weight. The final shift came with From Hell to Here blending into a rough, unpolished cover of Gangsta’s Paradise. It didn’t feel out of place. It felt like the last hit of adrenaline before the lights came up.
The Garage held the weight of every moment. No backing tracks, no filler, just a band pushing themselves and the crowd as far as they could go. Himalayas didn’t overreach or perform for approval, they delivered with clarity and impact. The room responded in full.