The Aces Bring Heat to Denver on the Coldest Night of the Season

Denver picked the coldest day of the season to host The Aces, but honestly? It didn’t matter. Even with the kind of wind that could bully a parka, fans were already lined up outside Summit Music Hall hours before doors, shaking in the cold but completely buzzing. That’s the thing about an Aces show—you just know the second those lights drop, the wait stops mattering.

And yep… that instinct was right on the money.

I’ve been riding with The Aces since 2018, back when they were the opening act for 5 Seconds of Summer and I walked out of that show thinking, oh yeah, these girls are about to take over. I’ve hit every tour since, and every single time they somehow level up—new stories, new confidence, new edge. This era is no different. If anything, it’s the strongest they’ve ever felt.

VIP set the tone immediately. Instead of the usual rushed, awkward shuffle you get at most shows, the whole thing felt like a genuine hang. People were comparing outfits, fixing each other’s glitter, chatting like old friends. Cristal, Alisa, Katie, and McKenna took their time with everyone—actually talking, laughing, leaning into the moment instead of sliding into autopilot. It felt warm in a way that had nothing to do with escaping the cold.

By the time GA flooded in from the icy sidewalk, the room flipped from “I can’t feel my face” to “instant queer disco sanctuary.” As soon as the lights dropped and “Welcome to Gold Star Baby” hit, the whole place erupted like we’d all been waiting for this exact moment for months.

The set was just… electric. Gold Star Baby tracks especially went crazy—“Jealous,” “Twin Flame,” “Gold Star Baby”—all of them hit with this sharp, glowing confidence that’s become the signature of this era. Slick guitars, tight rhythms, and that Aces swagger that somehow feels both elevated and familiar. It’s the best version of them yet, and it shows.

One of the absolute highlights of the night—and honestly one of the reasons Aces shows always feel like a party instead of a performance—was their “best dressed” moment. Right in the middle of the set, they scanned the crowd, hyping everyone up as they picked a couple fans whose outfits were just too good not to spotlight. Watching people get pulled onstage, glitter and all, was such a vibe. The band handed out shots, everyone cheered like they were lifting a trophy, and it turned the whole venue into this big celebratory scream. It wasn’t polished or planned—it just felt fun and chaotic and very Aces, like a little reminder that this tour is meant to feel like a night out with your friends who happen to be rockstars.

What I love about their live shows—and what keeps me coming back tour after tour—is that it always feels like a reunion. No matter how big they get, they still carry themselves with that same energy they had back in 2018: friends joking around between songs, hyping each other up, pulling the crowd in like we’re part of the bit. You never feel like you’re watching a band; you feel like you’re in the room with them.

Denver proved once again that their fanbase is loyal in a borderline-delusional way (me included). We’ll freeze, we’ll wait, we’ll lose circulation in our toes—whatever. Because a night with The Aces always pays you back tenfold.

Walking out into the cold afterward didn’t even sting. Everyone was flushed, sweaty, smiling like idiots, carrying that post-show warmth that lingers long after the last note. And for The Aces? This tour just feels like another chapter in the evolution I’ve been lucky enough to watch unfold since the very beginning.

And if this is where they’re at now? I can’t wait to see where they go next.