Walking into Mosswood Park on Friday July 17th for the Mosswood Meltdown 2026 pre-show with Pavement headlining, southern country shoegaze outfit Wednesday, and the Vivian Girls reuniting- it hit me that this was just a rebranded third day of the Mosswood Meltdown festival. Clever.
See our Mosswood Meltdown 2026 video recap HERE
Total Trash Productions has found a winning formula with this storied bay-area festival in Oakland. They have been able to survive the rebrand from Burger Boogaloo, a pandemic and the infinite source of power only knows what other things it takes to keep an independent music festival going through world trauma. Through all that, Mosswood Meltdown still find tweaks that feel like upgrades to the psyche.
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There are NEVER any huge surprises among the headliner announcements- just excitement.
With Bikini Kill reforming for their date with Mosswood Meltdown, the writing was on the wall with Kathleen Hanna co-headlining last year with Kim Gordon. Iggy Pop headlines every other year. There is no logical or tangible reason that it feels to me that Mosswood Meltdown just keeps getting better but there was something about this year that felt like one of my favorites.
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And then there’s John Waters…
John Waters’ enthusiasm for Mosswood Meltdown hasn’t faded and you can tell that by the prose and poetry he writes for his introductions as master of ceremonies. You can’t fake that nor can you fake his clear love of the music and without John Waters, this wouldn’t be the same festival.
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Undoubtedly the surprises and rarities come in the undercard so if you’re not the type of person that gets to festivals early then you’re going to miss almost everything that’s amazing about Mosswood Meltdown.
This year those rarities came from booking acts like Toody Cole, The Vivian Girls, The Drags, Otoboke Beaver. Bands at the peak of their powers like Otoboke Beaver (I know I said them twice), Mannequin Pussy, Snooper and Frankie and the Witch Fingers- the latter of whom melted some faces of many unwitting participants and I would have to dub them the most melted at Mosswood Meltdown.
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Beloved punks like The Spits and The Dead Milkmen who arguably had the most energetic sets of the weekend and the new blood and fresh flesh of bands like Christina’s Trip.
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Mosswood Meltdown also saw some veteran shredders and punks from Los Angeles coming into their own with new projects such as Primitive Ring and one of my low key favorites of the weekend, Memo PST.
Every headliner played a sunset set at 65 degrees fahrenheit while the rest of the world was burning under devastating heat waves. Had Iggy Pop played Prescott Arizona instead of Oakland California on Saturday, July 18th, the entire power grid might have blown.
But luckily Mosswood Meltdown is a pretty safe space for the scene Queens and Kings Emeritus, as well as the ageless, genderless, nationless, genreless youth that rule the bay area scene today.
Mosswood Meltdown is the least violent and most loving scene that is also generationless or, generationful- depending on how you want to look at it.
You can get to the barrier of the main stage at any point of the day or achieve closer proximity to headliners without too much fuss- even if having to get through 1000’s of people. That doesn’t mean you won’t have to find your way through the flurry of furries bouncing off the edges of a pit that is always there, instead of the flying fists which I have yet to see in 10 years of attending. See Snooper photos.
That is one reason the festival mascot can be a geriatric (yet super fit) crowdsurfer wearing a busted back pack and a bicycle helmet. He did not miss a wave at any iconic moment in the festival and somehow, I never saw anything fly out of his book bag’s busted zippers. It must be magick.
I cried during Bikini Kill for a lot of reasons but it was mainly memories of scene sisters from my youth commandeering my car’s tape deck anytime they could and the message got in- even while I was drowning in the testosterone of the 90’s L.A. hardcore scene (which was just gang banging to punk rock). And that message has transcended into every scene in any city I have frequented. We know it’s good vibes in the bay, or whatever but Los Angeles Hardcore is definitely a different place than it was 30 years ago, making militant penance for a checkered past. I attribute that in a very large degree to Bikini Kill and Riot Grrrls everyhwere. A true full circle moment for me, even as a cis gendered male. To this day- I still Triple Fucking Dare Ya.
It was safe to swim for surfers of any gender. Warnings were issued about non consensual touching by Dead Milkmen front man Rodney Linderman amidst the chaos of their Amphitheater stage set that surely nudged even the most potentially abusive lurkers straight- if there were any.
Something washes over me every time I enter Mosswood Park for the Meltdown. Both something familiar and something unique. Most likely it’s the contrast between Greater Los Angeles and the Bay Area that makes it feel unique but I’ll tell you, driving around and exploring Oakland on this trip felt a little like driving around Silverlake used to at peak coolness, just before the rents became high and early gentrifiers moved on to Echo Park. It’s happening everywhere, not just Los Angeles.
So what can we do to preserve the authenticity and accessibility of this festival? Do what I plan to do- just keep on attending. But it’s hard to stop change…
I found out after we had already gotten in town that we weren’t approved for the photo pit by one of the headliners for the first time in 10 years. Was it something we said? Veteran photographer and scene legend Albert Licano was relegated to camping out by the barrier to get the money shots and that’s what the fuck he did. He handled it much better than most people doing this nowhere near as long as he has been would have- he handled it much better than me. He is a legend and his legacy will live forever and I hope he enjoyed his first Mosswood Meltdown.
words: Danny Baraz
photos: Albert Licano
