BILMURI CRANKS HARD AT THE FILLMORE PHILLY

Review and Photos by Rebecca McDevitt

The Fillmore, Philadelphia – July 18, 2025

Sweat, Sax, and Shoeys: A Night of Pure Chaos

If The Fillmore had a roof, Bilmuri would’ve blown it clean off. From the moment doors opened, the venue turned into a full-body sweat lodge. Fans were dripping before the first band even finished soundcheck—and somehow, that only added to the experience. This wasn’t just a concert. It was a full-sensory rock meltdown, Philly-style.

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John Harvie Starts Strong with Hometown Love

Kicking things off was Philly’s own John Harvie, and he showed up like it was his living room. The crowd lit up the second he took the stage—singing every word, arms raised, the whole thing. His set felt like a victory lap, with raw energy and heartfelt lyrics bouncing off the walls. There’s a certain magic when a hometown artist gets this kind of welcome, and Harvie soaked up every second.

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Driveways Keep the Chaos Climbing

Next came Driveways, and they wasted no time launching the night into overdrive. Their pop-punk-laced set had the pit spinning and surfers flying. By the time they closed out, it felt like Bilmuri might not even have to show up, the crowd was already running at 200%.

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Bilmuri Brings the Heat (and the Hog)

Bilmuri stormed the stage and unleashed the kind of set that turns a show into folklore. From the first chord to the final encore, it was nonstop intensity—crowd surfers launching like missiles, a pit that never rested, and fans screaming lyrics so loud you couldn’t hear yourself think.

But the real moment? Johnny’s shoey. That’s right, he poured a beer into his own sneaker mid-set and chugged it. No hesitation, no regrets. Just pure, unfiltered chaos. The Fillmore erupted. Philly has seen a lot, but that? That was a first.

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Encore Energy: Dual Saxes, One Massive Blowout

Just when we thought we were done, Bilmuri hit the stage one more time for their encore and brought out Saxl Rose to join Gabi Rose for a dual-sax showdown during “Anabolic Spudsman.” It was weird, wild, and absolutely perfect—horns blaring, crowd screaming, pure madness.

Final Thoughts: Loud, Hot, and Hog-Wild

From start to finish, this show was a masterclass in chaos. The crowd never stopped moving. The surfers kept flying. The pit never calmed. The volume? Deafening. The heat? Unholy. The vibe? Unmatched.

Bilmuri didn’t just crank their hogs, they turned Philly into a full-blown hog haven. And if you were there, you’re probably still recovering. If you weren’t… you missed one for the history books.

FULL BILMURI GALLERY HERE