Pirata Madrid

Madrid is about to lose its grip. From October 2–4, the Auditorio Miguel Ríos in Rivas-Vaciamadrid will erupt into Pirata Madrid 2025 — three nights where guitars scream, basslines shake the ground, and lyrics spit fire straight into the crowd.

The lineup reads like a declaration of disobedience: Pendulum turning beats into earthquakes, Toteking cutting rhymes with precision, Soziedad Alkoholika tearing down walls with pure fury, Talco blasting brass like a street parade gone feral, and the raw truth-telling of Lágrimas de Sangre, Los De Marras, and Sons of Aguirre & Scila shaking the capital awake.

This isn’t about neat festival fun. Pirata Madrid is sweat, noise, and communion. It’s a protest you can dance to, a party that feels like a cause, a three-day release of everything you’ve been bottling up.

Imagine tens of thousands moving as one — pogoing, shouting, arms in the air, beer in hand, voices shredding against the night sky. No velvet ropes, no corporate gloss, just the primal joy of losing yourself in sound and finding everyone else doing the same.

Call it what you like, but Pirata Madrid is less a festival than a state of mind — one built on volume, urgency, and the unshakable need to feel alive together. The only rules are volume, velocity, and insanity. Bring earplugs if you want, but better yet, leave them at home and let the madness eat you alive.

For more information and tickets: Pirata Madrid