The Last Dance of a Generation: What It’s Really Like to See LCD Soundsystem in 2025
Sage Matthews here—your favorite person who’s been scrolling through the ruins of human civilization since 2017, muttering “Of course this happened” at every headline. And now, we’re being asked to believe that a band from the early 2000s is still somehow relevant enough to sell out arenas, with fans showing up not just for the music, but for the emotional labor of reliving their youth. Let me tell you, it’s less concert and more collective nostalgia therapy session, complete with middle-aged men sweating through their vintage band tees while trying to convince themselves they’re still cool.
Yes, LCD Soundsystem—the group that once declared “We’re gonna die alone” in the most poetic way possible—is back on tour, dragging us all through another round of existential dread disguised as dance music. The 2025 North American Tour has hit its second leg, with only 13 shows and festival appearances left before New Year’s Day. And yes, despite last year’s dazzling 12-show residency at Queens’ Knockdown Center, there’s no NYC date in sight. That’s right—New York City, the city that never sleeps, gets to watch its cultural icons perform just across the river in Asbury Park, NJ. Because nothing says “urban decay” like a 45-minute train ride to see your favorite band pretend they haven’t aged a day.
Comedian Eli DiSabato, who attended the August 17 show in Columbus, offered a rare glimpse into the experience: “I thought the show was great,” he said, which is code for “I’m emotionally exhausted but also weirdly fulfilled.” He described the crowd as “as jazzed as a crowd full of middle-aged, white neoliberals could be on a Sunday night”—a phrase so accurate it hurts. The real highlight? “North American Scum,” played right before intermission, which apparently triggered a mass spiritual awakening among attendees. DiSabato even linked it to rewatching *Step Brothers* the night before. Honestly, if that’s the emotional core of your concert experience, I’d say we’ve officially entered the post-living era.
And let’s talk about generational trauma. There was a dad dancing his heart out while his teenaged son stood nearby like he’d rather be anywhere else. This isn’t just a concert—it’s a family intervention wrapped in synth beats. Welcome to the “dad rock era,” where the soundtrack to your children’s indifference is a song called “Losing My Edge.”
The setlist from the Columbus gig, pulled from Set List FM, reads like a time capsule: “I Can Change,” “American Dream,” “All My Friends,” and the ever-reliable “Dance Yrself Clean.” No new album since 2017, yet they keep dropping singles like “x-ray eyes” and contributing to films and other artists’ projects. It’s not innovation—it’s maintenance. A museum exhibit with live sound checks.
Still, tickets are available. Sea.Hear.Now Festival in September features Hozier, Blink-182, TV on the Radio, Alabama Shakes, Spoon, and even 4 Non Blondes—because nothing says “we’re all doomed” like a reunion of bands that should’ve stayed buried. If you’re looking for proof that culture hasn’t completely collapsed, look no further than a room full of people pretending they’re still young.
Anyway, can’t wait to see how this gets worse.
Sources: Celebrity Storm and New York Post
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