Rusowsky

Valencia, brace yourself. On 22 January, the Roig Arena is about to detonate under the neon-soaked, hyper-emotional, soft-club alchemy of Rusowsky—and if you were hoping to grab a last-minute ticket, forget it. The show is already SOLD OUT, snapped up at breakneck speed by a fanbase that treats his gigs like a rare celestial event.

Rusowsky has carved out his own orbit: velvet-voiced bedroom-pop, glitchy beats that feel like they were born at 4 a.m., and an energy that swings from fragile to euphoric in the span of a synth drop. Onstage, he’s a shapeshifter—part crooner, part digital ghost, part party-starter—and Valencia is about to get the full metamorphosis.

The Roig Arena crowd will be stepping into Rusowsky’s carefully warped world: woozy sonics, low-lit emotional hits, and those slippery rhythms that make everything feel like a dream running two seconds behind real time. Expect screaming singalongs, unexpected beat flips, and at least one moment where the entire venue feels like it’s floating just above the floor.

If the poster wasn’t loud enough—fluorescent yellow, gorilla silhouette, SOLD OUT stamped like a warning—consider this your final notice. On 22 January, Rusowsky isn’t just playing Valencia. He’s taking it hostage.