Exeter’s Cavern has hosted countless chaotic nights, but Crooked Little Sons’ one‑night‑only return on Friday felt like a full‑body jolt of history, heartbreak and pure punk ’n’ roll adrenaline. After thirteen years together, this was the last ever show with the current lineup — a final, furious celebration before the band dissolves into whatever comes next. Only Josh will continue into the “new world” of CLS, and even he admitted no one knows when or what that future will look like.
The result? A room packed to the rafters with people determined to make this goodbye count.
The night opened with Arizona Law, who set the tone instantly. Their cover of Johnny B. Goode landed like a firecracker — unexpected, joyful, and greeted with a roar that shook the walls.
Moriaty followed with a set that felt like a victory lap. Jordan jumped off the stage mid‑set to play from the floor, leaving Matthew behind the kit — his first show back since becoming a father, a moment that earned a huge, heartfelt cheer. It was loose, loud, and exactly the kind of unfiltered energy the Cavern thrives on.
When Crooked Little Sons took to the stage, the place erupted. Crowd surfers were flying from the first riff, and the band played like they were trying to burn their own legacy into the ceiling.
The surprises came thick and fast. Boss Cass joined them for a blistering run through of Rats, turning the room into a frenzy. Every chorus felt like a communal scream, a reminder of why this band built such a fiercely loyal following.
And then came the moment — Josh climbed the barrier and sat on the floor, the crowd forming a tight circle around him as he stitched together a wild mashup of I Fought The Law, Party In The USA and more. It was chaotic, hilarious, and strangely beautiful. When he counted everyone in for the jump‑up, the entire room detonated into a massive mosh pit that felt like a final exorcism of thirteen years of sweat, noise and love.
This show was a celebration, and a promise wrapped into one. The final lineup of Crooked Little Sons bowed out in the only way they could: loud, messy, emotional and unforgettable. And with Josh the lone torch‑bearer heading into whatever the next incarnation becomes, the night carried a strange, exciting uncertainty.
No one knows what Crooked Little Sons will look like next. But after a send‑off like this, Exeter will be waiting.
Photos by Martha Fitzpatrick
