Me Fritos and the Gimme Cheetos

Festardor didn’t ease into the weekend — it got dropkicked straight into chaos by Me Fritos and the Gimme Cheetos, the most gloriously unhinged opening act Valencia Marina Norte has seen in years. Before the sun even dipped, these punk freaks came roaring out of the speakers like a car crash set to a 200-BPM beat — loud, snotty, and beautifully stupid in all the right ways.

The frontman strutted the stage like a man who’d sold his soul for a bag of riffs and a can of cheap beer. He screamed, sneered, and spat through every verse like it owed him money, while the band behind him hammered out a wall of distortion so thick you could spread it on toast. It wasn’t tight — it was dangerous, raw, and exactly what Festardor needed to wake the hell up.

The crowd went from half-curious to fully feral by the second song. Beer cups flew, heads banged, and everyone looked like survivors of a glorious sonic explosion. By the time they staggered off stage, they had done the impossible: they made the early slot feel like the main event. Pure, greasy, punk-rock theatre — equal parts garage fire, comedy act, and riot.

Filthy, fast, and full of flavor. Me Fritos and the Gimme Cheetos turned Festardor’s opening slot into a mosh pit breakfast buffet.

Words and photos: Rhyan Paul