NOFX Final Tour (Saarbruecken, Germany)
Got tickets to see NOFX’s final tour and man was it great. The venue in Saarbruecken was fantastic, easy drive in and so different than the states. Parking was free, walked in and walked out. So refreshing to see this kind of support from the community versus having to pay $20 or $40 for parking. Opening bands were The Meffs out of the UK and the Circle Jerks.
Squirrel moment:
So here’s my Keith Morris story. I was at the Frankfurt Airport and saw Keith, at the time….kinda caught me off guard. Descendents were touring at the time and saw some of the support folks travelling with gear. I ended up running into Keith and was like “I know you!!”….couldn’t remember where, but he just said he was from Los Angeles and walked off. Of course I probably followed him just a tad trying to remember where the hell I knew him from. Nothing crazy, but wish he would have just said….yeah, I was in Black Flag or Circle Jerks. Anyways, whatever. Nothing more here. He did the right thing and just walked off.
Of course it’s always great to see Greg Hetson from Circle Jerks and Bad Religion on stage. That’s a treat in itself.
We went to the show to see NOFX and it was not disappointing. They played their asses off and it was really a great to be able to see one of their final shows. I’m hopeful they get back together at somepoint, but had to make sure we mad this show. The band was spot on and played their 40 songs for 40 years. Loved it and of course the band is entertaining as hell. Quote of the night and so fucking true is that “America was saved by a Porn Star”.
Some pictures from the show. They had a bigger banner later, “Bigger, but not better”…..hahaha. Classic.
NOFX Say Goodbye in Saarbrücken: Chaos, Catharsis, and a Perfect Punk Farewell
On a humid night in Saarbrücken, Germany, the walls of E-Werk shook one last time as NOFX rolled through town on what they’ve sworn is their final tour ever. For a band that spent four decades thumbing its nose at authority, convention, and even its own fans, the show felt less like a funeral and more like a defiant wake—loud, messy, emotional, and completely on their own terms.
From the moment Fat Mike stepped onstage, beer in hand and smirk fully intact, it was clear this wasn’t going to be a nostalgia act. NOFX tore straight into their catalog with the urgency of a band that still has something to prove, ripping through classics with blistering speed and just enough sloppiness to remind everyone why they mattered in the first place. The jokes flew almost as fast as the songs—irreverent, uncomfortable, and occasionally heartfelt—underscoring the strange reality that this really was the end.
The Saarbrücken crowd was fully locked in. Old-school punks, younger fans raised on Punk in Drublic, and travelers who crossed borders just to say goodbye packed E-Werk wall to wall. Every chorus became a collective shout-along, every breakdown a swirling pit of sweat and gratitude. Songs about addiction, politics, and self-destruction hit harder knowing they wouldn’t be played live again—at least not by NOFX.
What made the night special wasn’t perfection; it was honesty. Fat Mike openly reflected on the band’s history, the friendships, the damage, and the absurdity of ending things while they’re still capable of burning a room to the ground. There was no attempt to rewrite the past or polish the legacy. NOFX were exactly who they’ve always been: smart, self-aware, offensive, sincere, and completely punk.
As the final notes rang out and the band waved goodbye, there was a lingering sense that this wasn’t just the end of a set, but the closing of a chapter in punk history. At E-Werk in Saarbrücken, NOFX didn’t fade away—they went out loud, laughing, and surrounded by the community that grew up with them.
If this really was the last time, it was the right way to do it.
