On a rainy night in Silver Spring, MD, BUSH turned the Fillmore into a raw, sonic cathedral of ’90s nostalgia, modern edge, and undeniable emotion. The legendary British alt-rockers, fronted by the ever-charismatic Gavin Rossdale, reminded fans exactly why their sound still resonates across decades — and why their shows are far more than just a trip down memory lane.
From the opening notes of “Everything Zen,” the crowd was electric. Rossdale’s growling vocals and the band’s tight instrumentation set the tone for an evening of gritty rock and cathartic release. “Machinehead” followed with an explosive energy that had longtime fans shouting every lyric, fists in the air, lost in the timeless riffs that defined a generation.






























































The setlist struck a fine balance between old and new. Songs like “Bullet Holes”and “The Sound of Winter”showed BUSH hasn’t lost their creative fire, while “The Chemicals Between Us”and “Greedy Fly” reminded everyone how effortlessly they once bridged the gap between post-grunge and mainstream alternative.
One of the evening’s most intimate moments came midway through “Flowers on a Grave,” Rossdale leapt off the stage and took to the crowd — weaving between fans, shaking hands, making eye contact, and singing as if he was connecting one-on-one with everyone in the room. It wasn’t just a rock show; it was a shared moment.
Throughout the night, BUSH didn’t just play the hits. They lived them, breathing new life into familiar melodies and making newer tracks feel like instant classics. The band was tight, Rossdale’s voice was strong and emotive, and the crowd? Utterly devoted.
BUSH at the Fillmore Silver Spring was more than a concert — it was a reminder that some sounds never fade. They just evolve.
Setlist
Everything Zen
Machinehead
Bullet Holes
The Chemicals Between Us
Quicksand
Greedy Fly
The Sound of Winter
60 Ways To Forget People
Letting the Cables Sleep
Swallowed
Heavy Is the Ocean
Flowers on a Grave
Little Things
Encore
More Than Machines
Glycerine
Comedown
photo + words: Victoria Ford