Peach Pit, Briston Maroney, and Bnny Rock the House at Petco Park’s Gallagher Square

Under a pink San Diego sunset and the looming skyline of Petco Park, indie darlings Peach Pit and Briston Maroney brought their co-headlining Long Hair, Long Life tour to Gallagher Square — and turned the open-air venue into a swirling mix of bittersweet nostalgia, crowd-surfing chaos, and melodic therapy. With Chicago’s Bnny opening the night, the bill offered something for every flavor of feeling — from quiet ache to full-body catharsis.

Bnny, the hazy dream-pop project led by Jess Viscius, opened the evening with a set that felt like a sonic sigh. Their lo-fi, slow-burning songs unspooled across the lawn like cigarette smoke — delicate, dreamy, and just a little haunted. With minimal lighting and little fanfare, the band let the songs do the talking. Tracks like “Get It Right” and “Promises” started the party atmosphere, inviting everyone into Bnny’s raw, restrained world. It was the rare kind of opener that made you want to lie down in the grass and just feel things.

Briston Maroney took the stage wearing a San Diego Padres jersey, beaming like a kid who just got called up to the big leagues — and in a way, he had. Backed by a band firing on all cylinders, he tore through a high-octane set full of sweaty guitar riffs and gut-punch lyrics. Tracks like “Small Talk” and “Caroline” had the crowd screaming along, while his solo rendition of “Land of Light” brought a hush over the hillside lawn.

But the most unforgettable moment came mid-set, when Briston paused and invited two fans onstage who had met at a previous Briston Maroney show. What started as a sweet shoutout turned into a full-blown onstage proposal, as one partner dropped to a knee under the glow of stage lights while the crowd collectively lost its mind.

As the sky shifted from sunset to black, Peach Pit took the stage and delivered exactly what the crowd came for: heartbreak you can dance to. The Vancouver band has mastered the art of dressing melancholy up in glittery riffs, and at Gallagher Square, they were in peak form. From the opening strums of a mashup of Black Sabbath’s “War Pigs” and “Magpie“,” it was clear this wasn’t going to be a chill wind-down — it was a full-on indie rock communion.
Neil Smith’s signature off-kilter charisma was on display all night, whether he was telling stories about road mishaps or deadpanning his way through lyrics that cut a little too close to the bone. Tracks like “Alrighty Aphrodite,” and “Up Granville” had the hillside crowd in motion — swaying, bouncing, singing every word like they wrote it themselves.
They closed with their hit “Tommy’s Party,” letting the night end not with a bang, but a slow emotional unraveling. It was nostalgic, cathartic, and — like so many Peach Pit songs — somehow comforting in its sadness.
