In a hazy, buzzing Grand Social, WineMom returned to stake their claim as one of Dublin’s most compelling rising acts. The room—filling up as the headliners took to the stage—radiated the kind of giddy anticipation that signals a band on the brink of something bigger.

Opening duties fell to And He, The Fool, a genre-blurring seven-piece from Swords who set the tone with a vibrant blend of theatre-kid energy and groove-laced emotional rock. Their set was dynamic, layered with melodic soprano harmonies, glittering synths, and some deeply felt lyrical angst. At times angry, at others aching, the band moved between moody piano balladry and funky guitar breakdowns with ease—like if Hozier and Talking Heads crashed an afterparty at the Abbey Theatre. Their track Thin Air was a standout—a deep, depressive dive that still managed to float on some killer harmonies.

But the night belonged to WineMom. Taking to the stage with mystical-meets-formal flair, the band immediately launched into Everest—a powerful opener that set the bar sky-high. Frontwoman Rosanna Harrington’s vocals tore through the venue like a force of nature, commanding attention with a ferocity that could floor a room twice the size. “Are you fucking ready?” she roared. And we were.

What followed was a masterclass in showmanship and sound. The band’s chemistry, though still in its relative infancy, felt as seasoned as any veteran act. Guitarist Matthew Marshall melted faces with effortless confidence, while bassist Millie anchored the set with a cool, swaggering presence.

The early inclusion of Neptune’s Seas had the floor bouncing—it’s an indie-disco gem that somehow feels nostalgic and fresh all at once. A cover of Jet was a fun detour, but it was new original material that stole the spotlight. We Can’t Be Friends exploded with Alanis-level catharsis; bitter, bold and made for screaming into hairbrushes (or showerheads).

Butterscotch Vibes lived up to its name—groovy and golden, flecked with Southside references that gave it a cheeky Dublin flavour. Then came Game of Life, a gorgeously existential slow-burner that let Rosanna flex her husky, caramel-toned vocals over staccato punk-leaning guitar lines. This, across the backdrop of drummer Reese Martin’s beats, is grungy, emotional rock woven with warmth and depth—think Buckcherry meets Fleetwood Mac at a late-night dive bar.

Crowd participation reached a high during a euphoric group singalong—there’s something rare and electric about hearing a room full of new fans shouting lyrics like they’ve loved them for years. And it’s not hard to see why; WineMom write the kind of hooks that embed in your chest.

Closing with Roll of Honour, the band left nothing behind. It’s a must-listen from their catalogue—anthemic, powerful, and emblematic of their sonic identity: a heady mix of glam, grit, and heart.

There’s something intoxicating about seeing a band just as they’re starting to bloom, and WineMom have that magic in spades. With new single Hello (Far Cry) out June 13th and a growing list of unforgettable live sets under their belt, they’re not just ones to watch—they’re ones to follow closely.