Yes, you read that title correctly.
Geese is a rock band from NYC, featuring Cameron Winter on vocals, Emily Green on guitar, Max Bassin on drums, and Dominic DiGesu on bass. Not to be confused with the Connecticut-based rock band named Goose, Geese started as a fledgling high school band. After releasing its third studio album, Getting Killed, last year, the band soared to rock stardom, landing on the cover of Rolling Stone’s October 2026 issue and performing on Saturday Night Live.
A couple weeks ago, I caught one of their shows at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery for their “Getting Killed Again” tour. It is definitely an unusual venue, as I jammed alongside the spirits of Hollywood’s royalty. I saw Finneas and Ashe’s band, The Favors, here last year, and the Hollywood Forever felt a bit of a tonal mismatch.
But with Geese, it was the perfect fit. Many of Geese’s songs deal with themes of mortality and religion. “Long Island City, Here I Come,” for example, references Buddy Holly’s fatal plane crash, which was immortalized in “American Pie”: “Oh Charles, tell me about the end / You were there the day the music died, and / I’ll be there the day it dies again.”Â
With their newfound acclaim, some detractors claim that Geese is “inauthentic” and that the band members are “industry plants.” But their recent concerts prove that these claims could not be further from the truth. Geese was a band to watch, delivering an 80-minute set filled with high-octane energy and emotion, with no frills. The stage was bare except for a riser for the drums and colored lights, and the band did not engage in much banter throughout the show. But the minimal set design highlighted how every single member was at the top of their game, from Winter’s crooning vocals to Green’s psychedelic shredding.Â
The band focused on songs from Getting Killed, playing 10 out of the album’s 11 tracks. While Getting Killed is a great album, I can’t help but be partial to their previous album, 3D Country. My highlights of the night came when they sprinkled songs from the earlier album throughout the set, including my favorite Geese song, “I See Myself.”
The explosive “Trinidad” is saved for last, stretching the four-minute song into nearly 10 minutes. Winter spends the extended runtime with a running gag about an imaginary husband and his growing list of bizarre offenses. When I went, the husband in question had bought a failing Carl’s Jr. outside the Burbank Airport. Though the ending does drag a bit, it is cathartic to scream “There’s a bomb in my car” in the pit.Â
If you haven’t already, you should definitely check out Geese. Start by watching their Tiny Desk Concert.