No shock will move through your body like one that comes from the artist you are mere hours from seeing posting a full setlist on their Instagram story. Nat Motte and Sean Foreman, we need to talk.
Early in the day of Monday, March 3, 2025, full of hot pot and Korean barbeque, sitting at my dining room table in the suburbs of Denver, my friends and I lost our minds about a post from our favorite 6’8’’ member of 3OH!3 – an insane setlist for the 3OH!3 Day show that night. Already hyped from attending the pre-party show the previous Friday, and riding the high that the show was at a 250-capacity venue that night, the post of a setlist that was damn near a discography run sent us reeling. The official band account had already posted that they were “doing something [they’d] never done before”, and when we calculated the run time (by immediately making a playlist) of the songs in Nat’s post, we were floored to find out we were getting a near three hour show, or something more sinister.
Upon arriving at Larimer Lounge in the RiNo neighborhood of Denver, we realized we were literally seeing a show in the back of a bar. Absolutely amazing. We thought the 900-capacity Cervantes Masterpiece Ballroom on Friday was wild — we were basically on top of them at only 3-4 rows back in the crowd.
After a required purchase of an “I survived 3OH!3 Day and all I got was this shirt” shirt, and a quick shot of real pickle-infused vodka, it was time. Whatever was about to happen, we were ready—I think?
The single opening act absolutely hit. For three people fresh off seeing Fall Out Boy at Innings Fest in Tempe, AZ the week prior (and one of us in a Fall Out Boy t-shirt from that fest… it might have been me) the “Dance, Dance” and “Sugar, We’re Going Down” drum intro teasers from local act Capture This were hilarious. Their cover of Paramore’s “Pressure” absolutely ripped, and so did their originals. Not only did this group of three she/they’s absolutely stan a group with a female lead singer, their music was great and they were immediately added to our libraries.
At both shows, Nat and Sean basically did all their setup and ran the production off two Macbooks. They popped on the too small stage and set up, as we anxiously waited. Their Colorado themed, meme-filled video reel hit the display behind the stage. Upon emerging, both donned Dumb and Dumber-esque orange and blue tuxedos, hats and all.
After a quick intro and welcome from them, appearing on the screen at the back of the stage — a wheelofnames.com wheel of all the songs from Nat’s earlier post. Notable additions were “DRINK A BEER,” “TAKE A SHOT,” (it is notable Boulder party kings 3OH!3, afterall) “AUDIENCE REQUEST,” and “END SHOW.” Jesus Christ.
Sean gave the spiel along with the classic “Wheel of Fortune” and then requested the crowd chant “SPIN. THAT. WHEEL.” Oh god, we’re so screwed. Starting off with a well-known banger, “PUNKB*TCH,” we were off to the races.
The wheel heavily front loaded the set with the hits, as the guys swore they didn’t sway the wheel. When “DONTTRUSTME” popped up at the middle point of the set, Sean noted it had to be the first time they’d not closed with the song. Along with hitting the “DRINK A BEER” and “TAKE A SHOT” options, the setlist brought us almost all of our favorite bangers and some extremely deep cuts like “Hornz” and “Dragon Backpack” from their first self-released and titled album. While our group was heartbroken to see the wheel skip “Pound Town”, and I personally nearly hit the floor when the wheel just barely passed my personal favorite from 2017’s Night Sports – “Claustrophobia”, we lucked out with a quick snippet of Sean and the crowd singing “Pony” by Ginuwine.
This was definitely the wildest setlist and concept I’ve ever seen from an artist. Other highlights included Nat sneaking through the crowd during “ICANTDOITALONE”, many comments about his height and the low lights (no chance of him jumping on this small stage), and numerous jokes about how the clearly cheap suits they were wearing may cause skin irritation. The wheel chose our closer, “FIRE IN THE HEAVENS”, which just made sense after a wild ride of a show. Nat tossed off his orange tux shirt suit combo, which I caught, and in the sleety snowy night of 3OH!3 Day, we headed home. We were fully infected with the brain worms of the goofiest band ever, our commit-to-the-bit kings, and surviving 3OH!3 Day — with more than just the t-shirts we bought, but also the now proudly framed and hung orange tuxedo top.