FCK CNSRSHP

It’s New Year’s Eve. The calendar is bleeding out its final seconds, fireworks are misfiring in the distance, and the nation is pretending—once again—that next year will be calmer, cleaner, more reasonable. That illusion has exactly ONE MONTH LEFT TO LIVE. Because on Saturday 31 January 2026, the Plaza de Toros Cubierta de Villena will be hijacked by a travelling gang of sonic arsonists known as FCK CNSRSHP, and the lineup is now locked, loaded and officially dangerous.

No rumours. No maybes. No polite indie filler. This is the real list, written in sweat and court summons:

Narco – Andalusian agit-rap lunatics, weaponising satire like a Molotov cocktail with a sense of humour.

Koma – Groove-metal rage merchants, dragging heaviness through the dirt and daring it to fight back.

Porretas – Barrio rock lifers, still drunk on riffs, honesty and the kind of truth you only hear after midnight.

Kaos Urbano – Oi! street discipline and working-class fury, boots laced tight and aimed straight at the system.

Envidia Kotxina – Ska-punk bile and bounce, turning bitterness into movement and sarcasm into cardio.

Loncho Velasco – Urban punk storyteller, spitting verses like confessions ripped from a police report.

Kaotiko – Punk rock veterans with choruses built for mass shouting and beers thrown skyward.

Segismundo Toxicómano – Colombian hardcore royalty, raw, relentless and allergic to silence.

Villena in January is cold, hard and perfect for bad ideas. The covered bullring becomes a sealed chamber of distortion, where sound has nowhere to escape and every chant comes back twice as angry. No sunshine clichés. No corporate nonsense. Just bodies, noise, and a shared understanding that music is still a weapon if you swing it hard enough.

While the rest of Spain raises glasses to “new beginnings,” FCK CNSRSHP raises the volume and laughs. This festival exists because someone, somewhere, keeps trying to tell artists what they can and can’t say — and these bands have made entire careers out of replying with feedback and profanity. This is punk.This is rap.This is hardcore.This is rock without permission.

So here we are: 31 December. The last night of the year. One month before Villena turns into a pressure cooker of sweat, slogans and blown vocal cords. If your New Year’s resolution involves safety, silence or subtlety — burn it now. If it involves shouting until something finally gives,FCK CNSRSHP is already counting you in. 31 January. Villena. One month to go.No filters. No forgiveness. No fucking censorship.

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