Geese Close Getting Killed Tour At Hometown Brooklyn Show

Written by Sam Cohen & Andrew Nussbaum

Sometimes, a concert is so infectious that everyone who attended deserves to share their experience. Seeing Geese live is that type of experience. Andrew and I attended the tour’s closing night, and although we were forced to opposite ends of the crowd the second the mosh started, our time in the pit deserved two write-ups. These are our thoughts on one of New York City’s most influential concerts in recent years. – Sam

Sam:

I can’t remember the last time a band had this much of a moment. Last spring, I saw Geese open for Vampire Weekend to a half-empty theater, and now tickets to their concerts resell for as much as a weekend pass to see them at Coachella. In the months following 2025’s most erratic album, Getting Killed, Geese have joined the pantheon of New York rockers. 

During their hometown set in Brooklyn, all the attention they’ve received over the past few months detonated on stage. Opening the night with “Islands Of Men” into “100 Horses” initiated a hysterical atmosphere in the crowd. At every moment, I felt bodies swimming beside me to enter the pit, which seemingly grew with every kick drum. 

The maniac setlist.fm users like Andrew and I were in awe after the numerous surprise cuts. To honor the Brooklyn crowd, Geese performed “Killing My Borrowed Time” for the first time on the tour. Serving up live cuts like these is a cue that the group understands its audience. Their biggest thank you to New York may have been during “2122,” when they briefly abandoned the track to play a snippet of The Stooges’ “Fun House.”

Geese’s set at The Paramount will be mentioned during their Rock N’ Roll Hall of Fame Induction one day. Being there is what I imagined it was like to see the Ramones in ‘77 or The Strokes in ‘01. Geese are my generation’s answer to Rock N’ Roll, and their live show is a feverish fable only the lucky will experience.

Andrew:

Geese are a paradox — They are the scrappy saviors that will redeem rock music. As a group of Brooklyn-based punk scholars, they have brought the rock mainstream closer to the frenetic fringes where they reside. Although derivative of New York fixtures like The Velvet Underground, DNA, and Television, Geese spins their influences around again and again, creating fresh songs that turn heads.

As a devoted member of the gaggle but a live Geese novice, I was elated to finally see my favorite band in person, though slightly anxious if their energy would live up to the standard set by records like Projector and 3D Country.

In short, Geese soared like no other. Red hot grooves like “Bow Down” and “Long Island City Here I Come” were triumphant and cathartic, while more straightforward rockers like “Cowboy Nudes” and “I See Myself” provided necessary levity. These contrasts energized fans, contributing to the show’s boundless energy. As the crazed crowd got increasingly swept up by the frenzy, I stepped off to the side to fully appreciate the music. 

Watching from the side of the pit, the paradox that is Geese became clearer: they reject and respect, applying a post-punk ethic to classic rock dictums. They are four guys who challenge and redefine the status quo by attacking it from the inside out. Thanks to Geese, rock is getting killed, and it’s getting better.

Getting Killed is out now, listen here. Find more info on Geese, here.