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Celebrates 15 Years of “Streets of Gold”

Live at House of Blues Anaheim

December 11th, 2025 Review by Joey Clark

There are concerts that feel like reunions, concerts that feel like rituals, and concerts that feel like someone accidentally cracked open a time capsule. 3OH!3’s show at House of Blues Anaheim celebrating the 15th anniversary of “Streets of Gold” managed to be all three.

It wasn’t a show designed around polish. Instead, it centered around the desire to take a step back, even if only for 90 minutes, to an era defined by neon, loud fashion, and a sense of freedom that adulthood often chips away at.

Before the headliners took the stage, the night carried the unpredictable energy of a party that could tilt in any direction. The lineup featuring Millionaires and Breathe Carolina wasn’t simply a nod to the past; it was an attempt to rebuild the landscape of mid-2010s electro-scene life. This was the kind of lineup that was once featured on Warped Tour posters and cherished by teenagers who spent entire summers in oversized bows, Vans, and eyeliner.

Millionaires opened the show with a set that felt as much like a statement as much as a performance. Their electro-punk femininity infused within their time onstage was loud, vibrant, bratty, and unapologetically self-aware – the audience joyously soaked up moment. Even after years of dormancy in the mainstream, their sound remains instantly recognizable: buzzing synths, chant-like vocals, and lyrics meant to be shouted rather than sung.

Their set didn’t feel reinvented, and that was precisely the point. It played instead like we rolled into Warped Tour years ago engaging in the glamorous chaos that they’re known to spark. Their presence immediately shifted the audience onto its feet and literally shook the House of Blues.

If Millionaires represented the anarchic side of electro-pop, Breathe Carolina served as its emotional counterweight. Though their sound has shifted over the years towards a more EDM-leaning identity, their live performance still carries the foundation of their early electronicore roots. They served as a smoother, more melodic bridge between the rowdy opener and the impending headliner.

Then all went still, the house lights fell, and the intrigue lingered in the air. When 3OH!3 finally walked out, the room responded with a volume meant for an arena. There’s something to be said for the way a crowd screams for a band they loved in high school. It stands apart from a typical concert scream; it’s warmer, almost affectionate, tinged with the specific joy of remembering who you used to be.

The band opened without hesitation, dropping immediately into the Streets of Gold material that had drawn so many people here in the first place.

Live, the album’s songs take on a different shape. Tracks like “Déjà Vu,” “My First Kiss,” and “Double Vision” hit with the same punch they carried in 2010, though the crowd now sang along with a self-awareness, like adults cosplaying their younger selves for a night.

The duo played with a looseness that made the performance feel less like a recital of old material and more like a celebration of its continued survival. They mugged for the crowd.

They shared jokes. They leaned into the silliness of some songs and the sincerity of others. At times it felt like they were laughing at themselves right along with the audience – and that humility made the entire show feel honest and authentic.

For all its loudness and irreverence, their set carried an undeniable emotional undercurrent.

Songs that once sounded like summer-party anthems now played as reminders of a moment in time when music didn’t need to be dignified to be meaningful. The band seemed aware of this, too.

That self-awareness is what elevated the show beyond nostalgia for nostalgia sake. It made the night feel genuinely reflective, even poignant at times. In a decade that often prizes curated perfection, 3OH!3 doubled down on the imperfect.

Their music was messy, their charm unpolished and in that way, the concert felt like an antidote to an industry that strives for modern pop to have an alienlike sense of perfection.

When the final chorus of “Don’t Trust Me” echoed through the room and the crowd erupted into one last singalong, it became clear that this evening had accomplished something few anniversary shows manage… they didn’t simply remind the audience of the past they breathed new life into it.

3OH!3 proved that music doesn’t have to grow mature with age to remain meaningful. Sometimes, refusing to grow up can be its own form of honesty. And sometimes the most powerful thing music can offer is not evolution, but a connection between who we were, who we are, and who we still want to be… even if just for just a few hours on a Thursday night in Anaheim.

I can’t recommend keeping an eye out for what’s to come from 3OH!3 enough because it will be nothing short of extraordinary.

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by Highway One Photography

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