Immaculate Fools

There are bands that tour.And then there are bands that return, stumbling out of the fog of their own mythology like half-remembered ghosts who suddenly kick your door down and ask for a drink. On December 13th, at Sala República, València is about to receive the second kind.

Immaculate Fools, the cult romantics who smuggled heartbreak into the bloodstream of the ’80s and carved out their own corner of the pop-folk underworld, are rolling into town with the force of a band who’ve survived four decades of beauty, bruises, and the kind of stubborn magic that refuses to die. Forty years—forty!—of bending melancholy into an art form, and somehow the fire still looks fresh in their eyes.

Sala República, with its concrete bones, industrial glow, and habit of turning nostalgia into something feral, is the perfect arena. When the Fools hit that stage, expect the old songs—yes, the ones you whispered into the night back when life felt like a storm you could surf forever. Expect new blood too, rearranged shadows, melodies that now carry the weight of decades lived, lost, and clawed back.

The band’s sound still moves like a knife dipped in honey: sharply emotional, deceptively warm, sweet until it suddenly isn’t. There’s a defiant pulse beneath it all, the feeling that these musicians have earned every note they play the hard way, by living long enough to understand what their younger selves were only guessing at.

Forty years after they first stepped into the light, Immaculate Fools aren’t just celebrating a milestone.

They’re proving the strange alchemy of music:that some things don’t age—they deepen,they widen,they hit harder.

And in València, the impact is going to be felt.See you at República—bring your heart, your past, and maybe a tissue or two.

For tickets and more information: Sala Repvblicca