Grantville, PA — Stone Temple Pilots headline Hollywood Casino’s ROCKFEST and turn a one-off Pennsylvania date into a statement. No album cycle, no fluff, just a focused set that moves fast and lands hard.
Jeff Gutt takes command early. He works the barricade, locks in with the front rows, and slips into the crowd for a jolt of chaos that fits the moment. The old questions about whether he can carry these songs feel like a different era. He can. He does. The bite is there, the lines feel lived in, and he pushes when the chorus demands it.
Across the deck, Dean and Robert DeLeo run a masterclass in feel and pocket. Riffs snap without getting harsh, bass lines land with real weight, and Eric Kretz keeps everything tight and mean. The parts interlock and the choruses hit like a cue ball, clean and decisive.
The room sounds right. Guitars cut, low end stays punchy, and the vocal sits on top where it should. The field is packed and restless, phones go up for the staples, and the energy never slumps between eras.
The set plays like a highlight reel. “Vasoline” shows up early and detonates the crowd. “Interstate Love Song” turns into a full venue singalong you can feel in your chest. “Big Bang Baby” throws a mid-set burst of bounce and hands in the air. Lastly, “Sex Type Thing” close the circle with teeth, proof that the oldest hits still move like they were written yesterday.
Best moment lands when Gutt leaves the stage to meet the pit while the DeLeos lock into a groove that refuses to let go. It reads less like nostalgia and more like a band flexing what still works, unforced and alive.
No autopilot here. No museum piece. STP in this moment sound confident, dialed, and hungry. If tonight is the bar, more of this, please.
