Quiet Riot — The Casino at Dania Beach, Florida - May 30th 2026

Quiet Riot — The Casino at Dania Beach, Florida

May 30th 2026

Review by Robert Corich

Sometimes the best gigs are the ones you almost don’t go to.

This Quiet Riot show at The Casino at Dania Beach was another one of those last-minute decisions to escape the same old Miami humdrum — and, once again, it paid off handsomely. In fact, this one was way better than I expected.

Quiet Riot came out swinging with Run for Cover and Slick Black Cadillac, immediately making it clear that this wasn’t going to be some half-hearted exercise in nostalgia. There was energy, volume and, most importantly, a band that sounded like it actually wanted to be up there playing the songs.

The set was a pretty irresistible trip through the Quiet Riot catalogue, with I Can’t Hold On, Sign of the Times, Love’s a Bitch, Condition Critical, Thunderbird, Party All Night and Breathless all making appearances. And then there was The Wild and the Young — another reminder of just how many big, brash metal anthems this band accumulated back in the day.

There was plenty of fun to be had outside the core Quiet Riot material too. Mama Weer All Crazee Now was an obvious highlight for me, not least because of a little personal history attached to that song.

As a young teenager, I didn’t merely listen to Slade — I thought Slade were the bees knees. And, rather incredibly when I look back on it now, I actually got to see them live in Wellington, New Zealand in their glittery heyday. So hearing Mama Weer All Crazee Now and, later, Cum On Feel the Noize decades down the road, on the other side of the world, was one of those little musical circles that somehow manages to close itself.

Of course, the original Slade versions of those songs could never really be bettered. They were Slade songs, after all, and I was fortunate enough to see the real thing in their prime. But Quiet Riot’s metal interpretations were pretty damn good when they first tackled them — taking Noddy Holder and the boys’ glam-rock stomp and giving it a considerably heavier American metal makeover.

And, all these years later, the delivery on this night was about as good as anyone could reasonably have hoped for.

There was inevitably one important person missing from the picture. Kevin DuBrow has been gone since 2007, and there is no replacing that unmistakable voice or the character he brought to Quiet Riot. But listening to these songs being delivered with such conviction, I couldn’t help wondering whether Kevin might have been looking down — or perhaps up — from wherever he eventually ended up, giving the proceedings his approval.

Blackout in the Red Room, a Love/Hate cover, was another nice curveball, while Highway to Hell gave us the obligatory — but very welcome — trip into AC/DC territory. And it was bloody good, too. In fact, I reckon Bon Scott would have been pretty damn proud of the night’s rendition from wherever he was — or is — looking down, or perhaps up, on the proceedings.

And when Quiet Riot launched into Let’s Get Crazy, complete with Crazy Train, guitar solo, Eruption and the Black No. 1 snippet, it was clear that subtlety had officially left the building.

And why would you want subtlety at a Quiet Riot concert?

The whole thing eventually thundered towards the inevitable double shot of Slade — Cum On Feel the Noize — followed by Metal Health (Bang Your Head), the song that probably best encapsulates the whole Quiet Riot phenomenon. It was loud, uncomplicated, gloriously over-the-top heavy metal fun.

And sometimes that is exactly what you need.

What impressed me most was just how much I enjoyed the evening. I went along almost on a whim, expecting perhaps a decent nostalgia trip and little more. Instead, I got a genuinely entertaining, energetic show from a band that delivered far more than I had anticipated.

The Casino at Dania Beach also proved to be a great venue for this sort of show — intimate enough to retain some atmosphere, but perfectly suited to having a band turn the volume knob firmly to the right.

So, another last-minute escape from the Miami humdrum turns into another musical surprise. I’m beginning to think there may be something to this completely unplanned concert-going business.

Certainly, Quiet Riot are a band worth a night out for — beers in hand. Loud, brash, unapologetic and thoroughly entertaining.

Quiet Riot, my arse!

This was anything but quiet.