Wáchina Wáchina

Picture this: Valencia, late February, a brick-red rock club throbbing under neon lights, smells of sweat, cheap beer and anticipation so dense you could slice it with a guitar pick. That’s the battlefield for Wáchina Wáchina Vol. XIV, a celebration of twist-and-shout chaos, psychedelia and sheer unrepentant groove — and if you’re not ready, this night will chew you up and spit you back out grinning like a madman.

This isn’t your polite Thursday night strum-along. This is festival-spirit goosed straight into a Tuesday (well, Thursday) night at 16 Toneladas — a place where the walls vibrate, the amps howl, and shirts are soaked before the first chord hits. The Wáchina Wáchina brand is infamous for its desmelene — an unhinged blend of rock, garage and psych that’s been electrifying Valencia for years. It’s part riot, part communion, entirely addictive.

On 26 February 2026, expect a showdown that feels like a secret handshake between two continents: Brazil’s own Autoramas, pistol-packed with surf-ingested rock ’n’ roll that drips melody and swagger, will commandeer the stage and make the dancefloor convulse. These veterans of 23 countries aren’t here to play — they’re here to whip up a tempestónof New Wave hooks, garage grit and downright contagion.

And don’t blink when The Liquorice Experiment steps up. These London fuzz architects will drag you sideways into a universe where psychedelia and garage psych blur into sweat-soaked riffs and surreal storytelling. Their music — half acid trip, half introspective dive bar sermon — leaves you feeling like you’ve just glimpsed something both beautiful and a bit unnerving.

By the time the sweat drips into your beer and the clock threatens dawn, 16 Toneladas will have been reshaped into something that feels less like a venue and more like a pulsating organism — alive, hungry, always craving the next beat. DJs may keep spinning until the sun peeks over the rooftops, but inside the room, after Autoramas and The Liquorice Experiment drop their last bombs, everyone’s left buzzing, dazed and utterly charged.

This is Wáchina Wáchina: no pretense, no safety rails, just pure, glorious sonic surrender.

For tickets and more information: 16 Toneladas