Fleshwater – The Fine Line – Minneapolis MN – September 29th 2025

By Peyton Rondeau 1 week ago

Fleshwater, Angel Du$t, and Ingrown at Fine Line in Minneapolis on September 29th 2025

Review and photos by Peyton Rondeau

There’s something about a three-band bill that hits harder when the vibes all align but each group still feels distinct. On September 29th at Fine Line in Minneapolis, Fleshwater, Angel Du$t, and Ingrown delivered one of those nights — a mix of chaos, groove, and catharsis that turned a Monday into a fever dream of heavy riffs and wild crowd energy.

Ingrown kicked things off with a raw and punishing set that felt like a warning shot. Their blend of blistering hardcore and grinding aggression filled the room immediately — no easing in, just an onslaught. The crowd didn’t hesitate, a pit opening up within seconds. For a band that thrives on tension and release, Ingrown kept their foot pressed firmly on the gas, showing why they’ve become one of the more exciting names in heavy hardcore.

Then came Angel Du$t, the Baltimore chameleons who never play it safe. Their set was a kaleidoscope of sounds: punk energy, alt-rock grooves, and a weirdly smooth undercurrent that made the room bounce instead of just slam. The band radiated looseness and fun, encouraging singalongs and pulling everyone into their world. Where Ingrown had been sharp and pummeling, Angel Du$t turned the energy sideways — still heavy, but soaked in melody and swagger.

By the time Fleshwater took the stage, Fine Line was buzzing. Their sound hit like a tidal wave — shoegaze textures colliding with post-hardcore heaviness, creating this dense, hypnotic atmosphere. Marisa Shirar’s vocals floated above the storm, pulling the crowd deeper into every track. Songs from We’re Not Here to Be Loved landed with particular weight, the guitars swelling and collapsing in waves that felt both beautiful and devastating. It was the kind of set that demanded you close your eyes at moments, just to take it all in.

The night worked because each band carved out their own world, but together they told a story — rage, release, and then something transcendent. Ingrown ripped things wide open, Angel Du$t gave the room swagger and warmth, and Fleshwater closed it all down with a haunting punch that lingered after the house lights came up.

For a venue as intimate as Fine Line, seeing three bands with such distinct power was a rare kind of gift. Minneapolis got every ounce of it on 9/29.