Concert Review: Still Pretty Fly - The Offspring Ignite Tampa with Relentless Energy

The Offspring’s Supercharged Worldwide ’25 Tour hit Tampa like a punk rock wrecking ball - fast, loud, and ferociously fun. On a sweltering Saturday night at the MidFlorida Credit Union Amphitheatre, the veteran rockers delivered a high-octane performance that made one thing crystal clear: they’re not just clinging to nostalgia. They’re still very much a band with something to say and the firepower to back it up.

From the moment they launched into “Come Out and Play,” the amphitheatre transformed into a sweaty, unified mass of fists, voices, and adrenaline. Frontman Dexter Holland, still sharp and commanding after more than three decades at the helm, tore through every verse with a smirk and a snarl. Guitarist Noodles brought his trademark flair, launching into solo after solo with the wild-eyed swagger of a man half his age.

But The Offspring weren’t content to simply recycle their greatest hits. While staples like “Staring at the Sun,” “Gotta Get Away,” and the inevitable “Pretty Fly (for a White Guy)” earned deafening singalongs, new tracks from Supercharged like “Make It All Right” and “Truth in Fiction” punched just as hard.

Mid-set, they surprised the crowd with a searing medley of “Smoke on the Water,” “Iron Man,” and “Detroit Rock City,” tipping their hats to the legends while keeping the energy firmly in Offspring territory. A blistering punk cover of “I Wanna Be Sedated” followed, which had the entire crowd pogoing like it was a Warped Tour throwback in the best possible way.

Drummer Brandon Pertzborn (formerly of Marilyn Manson) was a standout, anchoring the chaos with razor-sharp precision and an explosive solo that shook the amphitheatre to its core. His presence brought a new intensity to the band’s live sound - something longtime fans and first-timers alike couldn’t miss.

The night built to an explosive finish with “The Kids Aren’t Alright” and “Self Esteem” as thousands screamed every word into the (very) humid Tampa night. The band’s chemistry never wavered, and neither did the pace. No filler. No fluff. Just pure, unapologetic energy.