Local openers 9million set the tone early with their distinctly Toronto brand of grunge-gaze — heavy, melodic, and delivered with the kind of confidence that comes from knowing exactly how loud you want to be. Their set blurred shoegaze haze with post-hardcore grit, but never sloppily; you could feel the room perk up in real time. Philly’s Daffo followed with a completely different emotional wavelength: warm, twang-bent indie rock that felt intimate even in a packed hall. Their set landed harder than expected, especially the slower burners that pulled the room into quiet focus.

Wednesday walked out to immediate applause, a mix of longtime fans and newer Bleeds-era converts pushing toward the stage. MJ Lenderman’s absence was expected — he’s in the middle of a massive solo year — and touring guitarist Jake Pugh carried that load with ease, locking into the band’s noisy, country-fried intensity without trying to imitate anyone.

Karly Hartzman kept things grounded with her low-key, dry delivery between songs, never overselling anything, which only made the heavier moments land harder. Bleeds tracks like “Candy Breath” and “Wound Up Here (By Holdin’ On)” came across fuller and more forceful live, while older material had pockets of the crowd shouting along like they’d been waiting for those songs all year.

What stood out most wasn’t the volume or the distortion — Wednesday fans know what they’re signing up for — but how tight and assured the band sounded as they moved through eras. There’s no posturing, no theatrics, just a group of friends who trust their songs enough to let them breathe and blow open naturally.

It wasn’t the kind of night built on spectacle but Toronto met them exactly where they were at, ready to lean into the noise.