Kaos Urbano

If there’s one thing better than starting a new year, it’s starting it by willingly launching your body into a pit of sweaty strangers while Kaos Urbano roars through three decades’ worth of street-punk gospel. On January 9th, 2026, Rock City won’t just host a concert — it’ll host a political awakening disguised as a fistfight, a communal scream therapy session, a righteous, beer-splattered uprising wrapped in leather and distortion.

Kaos Urbano roll into València on their 30th Anniversary Tour, and the posters alone already feel like warning labels: cracked red concrete backgrounds, skull insignias, fists raised like someone replaced your New Year’s resolutions with Molotov cocktails. Thirty years of snarling into microphones, shredding stages, and reminding Spain that punk is a lifestyle, not a nostalgia act. These guys don’t tour — they invade.

And Rock City? Poor Rock City. The venerable temple of Valencian rock is about to be turned into an underground bunker full of stomped floors, hoarse throats, and the intoxicating fragrance of sweat, speed, and simmering rebellion. By the time Kaos Urbano hit the stage, the venue lights will tremble like they’re reconsidering their career choices.

But the real mischief starts earlier in the night, when A Tercio Paleo storms in like a prehistoric battering ram made of riffs and rage. They sound like someone accidentally resurrected a troop of battle-drunk Iberian warriors, handed them instruments, and whispered: “Play it loud enough to wake the ghosts.” Their set is the kind of raw, feral energy that forces you to question whether you came to a gig or accidentally joined a guerrilla training camp. Perfect warm-up. Or warning shot.

By the time Kaos Urbano take command, the place will be boiling: boots thudding, throats shredding, the crowd chanting like a single organism that’s decided democracy can wait until after the encore. Expect classics barked like manifestos, new tracks hurled like bricks through the window of complacency, and a band performing with the kind of hunger you only get after thirty years of refusing to shut up.

January 9th. Rock City. València.Kaos Urbano and A Tercio Paleo.Start the year with chaos — the honest kind, the sweaty kind, the kind that leaves your ears ringing and your convictions sharpened.

Rolling Stone would tell you this is a must-see.Gonzo journalism tells you this is a mandatory baptism by noise.

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