There are festivals.And then there’s Incendiari Fest — where culture doesn’t just show up, it explodes. Forget polished stages under corporate banners. Forget high fences and VIP roped-off bubbles. Here, the air vibrates with something harder-to-define: raw energy, community sweat, skate wheels turning, guitars snarling, art spray-painted on walls and ideas burning brighter than the April sun. Mark it in blood on your calendar: Saturday, 12 April 2025, the third edition of Incendiari blasts into Burjassot (València) — and this year’s line-up and vibe promise to make it one for the legend books. This isn’t a festival built on headliners and hashtags. This is a festival with attitude — a culture event that feels like a full-on lifestyle: music, skate, art, rebellion, celebration, and community rolled into a single combustible day. The day blows open at Parc de la Granja, early and loud. No velvet ropes, no wristbands — just people meeting people. The stage is life itself: Sin Bragas and Podenco kick things off — guitars jagged, rhythms syncopated, voices sharp — the kind of music you feel in your ribs before your ears. While bands blast and skateboards roar, the park itself becomes a living urban canvas. There’s a market of local art, stalls stacked with prints, patches, handmade tees and zines. Teens, artists, and punks with mismatched socks wander through, eyes bright, coffee in hand, exchange ideas like currency. Skaters carve the concrete like poetry on wheels — open sessions, free workshops, improvised tricks landing against a backdrop of buzzing amps and half-built ramps. The mood? DIY spirit meets euphoric noise. This is culture in its purest form — no polish, no approval. Just blood-and-beer art, expressed loud and unashamed. As the sun tilts west, Incendiari Fest shifts gears and moves into the Auditori de Burjassot — the real furnace of the day. Here’s where Incendiari distances itself from every sterile festival blueprint: There are no overpriced VIP lounges designed to separate fans from their money.There are no corporate logos dominating every inch of space.There aren’t hordes of influencers filming their best life in loops. Instead, what you get is culture at street level — music that bites, art that shouts, skate culture that breathes in equal measure with every guitar chord and painted mural. It’s a festival that says: “We don’t exist for the algorithm — we exist for the people who show up and live it.” Beer is affordable. Conversations flow easy. Smiles arrive rough but real. Artists roam among the crowd, unguarded, alive, part of the very thing they’re performing. This is an event for the community, not just a crowd. If Conciertos with corporate baggage feel like theme parks, then Incendiari Fest feels like the city’s heartbeat blown up to stadium sound volume. It’s pu nk.It ’s skate.It ’s alternative art.It ’s a market.It ’s an attitude — almost a manifesto in motion.It ’s a day where the underground becomes the headline. And if you’re there? You won’t just hear the music.You ’ll live it, sweat with it, and remember it. Because this is where culture doesn’t just play — it burns! For tickets and more information: Incendiari

Valencia is preparing to transform the iconic Jardines de Viveros into the beating heart of live music this summer. The Conciertos de Viveros 2026 concert series returns fully charged with electricity, diversity, and pure sonic passion — an unmissable date for music lovers and anyone who lives for warm nights under the stars. Throughout July 2026, this landmark programme — now a firm fixture in Valencia’s cultural calendar and a cornerstone of the city’s summer celebrations — will bring together an impressive lineup of national and international artists in a magical open-air setting, delivering unique experiences night after night. Conciertos de Viveros isn’t just a festival — it’s a celebration of music in all its colours and moods. From 2 July to 25 July, the Jardines de Viveros will open their gates for a run of unforgettable evenings, spanning classic rock, pop, Latin rhythms, soul, electronic sounds and everything in between. Among the confirmed highlights are legendary names and contemporary heavy-hitters, all promising memorable, high-impact performances: Deep Purple — rock royalty ready to set the venue alight with timeless riffs Garbage + Humanian — alternative intensity with commanding stage presence Juan Magán and his DJ army — guaranteed party vibes and dancefloor heat UB40 feat. Ali Campbell — reggae classics to sway to beneath the night sky Danny Ocean — one of today’s most influential urban-pop voices The Jacksons — pop-soul icons with a legacy that needs no introduction Silvestre Dangond — a full-throttle Latin explosion to raise the temperature And that’s just the beginning: from Duncan Dhu and Ana Torroja to emerging artists, DJ sessions and bold new proposals, the programme reflects the sheer diversity and creative energy of today’s music scene. What truly sets Conciertos de Viveros apart is its iconic location. The Jardines de Viveros — a lush green oasis in the heart of Valencia — offer a rare chance to experience live music al fresco , where culture, nature and community collide. It’s a setting made for dancing, getting lost in the moment and feeling connected: long summer nights under a star-filled sky, shared with friends, family, or simply fellow music lovers riding the same wave. The festival stays true to its core philosophy of accessibility. Conciertos de Viveros continues to champion an inclusive experience, with a varied programme, popular pricing and a welcoming atmosphere that turns each concert into both a cultural event and a social meeting point for the city. If the lineup is anything to go by, Conciertos de Viveros 2026 is shaping up to be a summer to remember. From legendary anthems to contemporary hits, from sweat-soaked dance nights to songs that unite generations, this concert series is a surge of rhythm, energy and emotion that will once again turn Valencia into one of Europe’s most exciting summer stages. Whether you’re into classic rock, chart-topping pop, Latin grooves or electronic beats, there’s a night at Viveros with your name on it. For tickets and more information: Conciertos de Viveros

By now, Els Concerts de La Pèrgola need no introduction. Lunchtime gigs by the sea, razor-sharp curation — and a habit of selling out faster than you can order a beer. This time, the midday spotlight falls on Repion and Diamante Negro , a pairing that promises noise, emotion and zero chance of a quiet Saturday. The setting is unbeatable: La Pèrgola de La Marina de València , an open-air stage where the Mediterranean acts as both backdrop and accomplice. Doors open in the morning, the amps fire up around 12:00 , and by then the place is usually already packed with locals, early risers, families, music obsessives and anyone smart enough to know that the best gigs in this city often happen before lunch . Repion arrive riding a wave of momentum, their alternative rock balancing punchy riffs with melodies that stick and lyrics that hit close to home. They’re a band built for connection — direct, emotional and loud enough to cut through the open sky. In daylight, with the sea breeze pushing the sound back into the crowd, their songs take on extra weight. Diamante Negro bring the grit. Rawer, darker, and perfectly suited to shaking off the last traces of sleep, they complete a bill that feels tailor-made for La Pèrgola’s unique atmosphere: loud music, no barriers, no pretence. And then there’s the elephant in the room: these shows always sell out . Every single season, La Pèrgola proves that Valencia wants its live music early, outdoors and communal. Miss it and you’ll hear about it all weekend. Sun on your face. Guitar noise in your chest.If you’re going — get there early.If you’re not — don’t say you weren’t warned. For tickets and more information: La Pèrgola

Loco Club on February 5 didn’t just host a concert — it hosted a collective indie confession. A packed, shoulder-to-shoulder room, the kind where the walls sweat along with the crowd, gathered to witness Adam Green return to Valencia and remind everyone why he remains one of alternative music’s most unpredictable cult heroes. The show was officially billed as Adam Green + Turner Cody & The Soldiers of Love, but by the time the doors closed and the lights dimmed, it felt more like a secret meeting of believers. Tickets had vanished fast, and the atmosphere said everything: full house, no tourists, no casuals — just people who knew exactly why they were there. Before Green even touched the stage, Turner Cody did the important work — warming the room without burning it down. Backed by The Soldiers of Love, Cody delivered a set that felt intimate, literary and quietly cinematic. Anti-folk roots, folk-rock storytelling, and songs that sounded like they’d lived a life before landing in Valencia. There was no filler energy here. No one talking over the music. The crowd leaned in, listened, nodded, smiled. The vibe was already set: this was going to be a good night. When Adam Green finally walked onstage, the reaction was instant — cheers, laughter, that unmistakable hum of affection reserved for artists who feel more like old friends than performers. Green didn’t arrive as a rock star; he arrived as himself, armed with a guitar, a crooked grin, and that strange ability to balance irony, vulnerability and absurd humor without ever losing the room. The set moved fluidly between material from his latest EP Falling Around and older fan favorites, each song delivered with the loose confidence of someone who has nothing left to prove. His voice wavered just enough to feel human. His banter wandered, looped back, went sideways — and somehow landed exactly where it needed to. At times it felt like a concert. At others, like a surreal stand-up routine set to music. That’s the Adam Green experience: half performance, half happening, always on the edge of derailment but never actually falling apart. What made the night truly special wasn’t just Green’s presence — it was the crowd. No phones blocking the view. No background noise. Just a room full of people singing, laughing, locking eyes with the stage. The energy stayed warm, respectful, and slightly unhinged in the best possible way. This wasn’t nostalgia tourism. This was a shared moment, a reminder that small rooms and cult artists still matter — maybe more than ever. Adam Green didn’t just play Valencia. He inhabited it for an hour and a half, bending the room to his strange, tender logic. With Turner Cody setting the tone and a sold-out Loco Club fully on board, the night landed somewhere between heartfelt indie show and beautifully controlled chaos. No gimmicks. No overproduction. Just songs, stories, and good vibes radiating off every wall. Some gigs entertain you.Others remind you why you fell in love with live music in the first place. This one did the latter. Word and Photos: Rhyan Paul

By the time FAR València rolls back into the city, summer will already be drunk on its own heat. The sun will hang low over the marina like a guilty conscience, the air thick with salt, sweat and bad decisions, and somewhere between the yachts and the concrete, music will start to pulse like a second heartbeat. From July 8 to July 31, Marina Norte becomes ground zero for one of the boldest cultural experiments Valencia has dared to stage in recent years: not a weekend binge, not a disposable festival blur, but a long-form musical siegedesigned to stretch across nearly a month of Mediterranean nights. This is FAR València — not a festival in the traditional sense, but a slow-burn cycle of concerts that treats summer like it deserves to be treated: patiently, obsessively, and at full volume. The lineup reads like the fevered notes of a DJ who stopped sleeping sometime in 1997 and never looked back. Jean-Michel Jarre, electronic music’s original mad scientist, will turn the Ciutat de les Arts i les Ciències into a glowing sci-fi cathedral, where lasers, architecture and sound collide in a show that feels less like a concert and more like controlled ignition. Elsewhere in the cycle, Belle & Sebastian arrive to perform Tigermilk and If You’re Feeling Sinister in full — a fragile, defiant act of nostalgia that somehow still feels dangerous in 2026. Babasonicos, fresh off the biggest European tour of their career, bring their sleek, subversive Latin rock swagger to the coast, while ZZ Top roll in like survivors from a hotter, dirtier era of rock history, beards intact, riffs loaded. Then there’s the wild card energy: Rick Astley, now fully reborn as a cult icon rather than a punchline; OMD, synth-pop pioneers reminding everyone where the future first came from; MEUTE, the German techno marching band who turn brass instruments into weapons of mass dancefloor destruction. Add Luz Casal, Xoel López, Silvana Estrada, Elvis Crespo, M-Clan, and a new wave of artists cutting across genres and generations, and you start to understand what FAR is really doing here: flattening musical borders and letting everything coexist under the same humid night sky. Marina Norte isn’t just a venue — it’s a psychological state. The sea is always close enough to smell. The city skyline glows behind you like a witness. There’s no mud, no camping hellscape, no 12-hour survival test. You arrive, you drink something cold, you lose yourself in sound, and then you drift back into the city like nothing happened — except everything did. FAR’s first edition proved there was an appetite for this kind of experience, drawing tens of thousands of people across multiple nights and confirming that Valencia doesn’t just consume culture — it inhales it deeply and asks for more What makes FAR València dangerous — in the best possible way — is its refusal to rush. This isn’t a sprint. It’s a marathon of emotion, memory and volume. You don’t just “attend” FAR. You orbit it. One night becomes two. Two become five. Suddenly it’s late July and your internal clock is synced to guitar intros and synth pulses. FAR València isn’t trying to be the loudest festival in Spain. It’s trying to be the one that lingers longest in your bloodstream. And when the final note fades somewhere near the end of July, Valencia will still be warm, still buzzing, still half-convinced that maybe this city really does run on music after dark. for tickets and more information: FAR

Valencia is about to feel the full force of modern pop-rock as 5 Seconds of Summer return to Spain with a one-night stop at Roig Arena on May 1, 2026. The Australian quartet — Luke Hemmings, Michael Clifford, Calum Hood and Ashton Irwin — will bring their globally acclaimed live show to the city as part of their long-awaited Spanish return, with Valencia hosting one of only two dates in the country. Following years of sold-out tours and a career that has seen them evolve far beyond their early pop-punk roots, 5SOS arrive riding a new creative high. With more than 18 million records sold, billions of streams worldwide and three consecutive No.1 albums on the Billboard 200, the band have cemented themselves as one of the defining live acts of their generation. The Valencia show promises a full-throttle arena production, balancing the emotional weight of their recent material with the explosive energy that made their reputation on stage. Fans can expect a setlist that moves effortlessly between massive sing-along choruses, darker alt-pop textures and the raw, guitar-driven moments that still sit at the heart of the band’s sound. Known for their tight musicianship and genuine connection with the crowd, 5 Seconds of Summer concerts are less about nostalgia and more about momentum — a band still pushing forward, still refining what a modern pop-rock show can be. The Roig Arena setting offers the perfect backdrop for a night designed to be loud, emotional and unapologetically communal. With Spain limited to just Madrid and Valencia, this May 1 date stands out as a must-see event for fans across the east coast and beyond. One band, one night, and an arena ready to sing every word back at them. For tickets and more information: Live Nation

Valencia is getting ready to welcome one of the biggest names in Latin pop. On April 19, 2026, Diego Torres will take the stage at the Roig Arena Auditorium as part of his highly anticipated “Mi Norte & Mi Sur Tour”, marking a long-awaited reunion between the Argentine artist and the Valencian audience. Following the release of his new album Mi Norte & Mi Sur (Sony Music) on November 14, Diego Torres returns to Spanish stages with a show that promises to be both emotional and vibrant. The tour showcases this new body of work — eleven songs that reflect a period of exploration, balance and creative experimentation — while also celebrating the timeless anthems that have defined his career. In Valencia, fans will experience live performances of new tracks such as “Vas a Quedarte,” “Mi Norte & Mi Sur,” “Trepando Paredes” and “La Última Noche” for the very first time. These songs blend alternative pop, acoustic textures and Latin rhythms, while preserving the optimistic and emotional essence that has always characterized Torres’ music. The album also features standout collaborations with Estopa, Miranda!, Edén Muñoz and Manuel Carrasco, highlighting an ongoing artistic dialogue across genres and generations. What truly sets a Diego Torres concert apart is his ability to turn every show into a shared celebration. At the Roig Arena Auditorium, audiences can also expect unforgettable classics such as “Color Esperanza,” “Tratar de estar mejor,” “Sueños,” “Penélope” and “Un Poquito” — songs that form part of the emotional soundtrack of Latin pop and take on an even greater power when performed live, thanks to Torres’ warmth and natural connection with the crowd. With over three decades of career, more than 20 million records sold worldwide, multiple Latin Grammy and Billboard awards, and collaborations with legendary artists including Rubén Blades, Mercedes Sosa, Juan Luis Guerra and Carlos Santana, Diego Torres continues to prove that his music transcends borders and generations. His social commitment further reinforces the image of an artist who has successfully combined mainstream success with humanity and purpose. The April 19 show in Valencia is shaping up to be one of the standout dates of the Spanish tour — a night to sing, feel and reconnect with songs that have accompanied countless lives, now enriched by a new creative chapter. Tickets on sale now.A unique opportunity to see Diego Torres at the height of his powers, celebrating his past, present, and his north and south — also in Valencia. For tickets and more information: Live Nation

Thirty years on, Alzheimer still hits like a brick through a government window — and Def Con Dos are rolling it back onto the stage with malicious intent. This isn’t nostalgia. This is a controlled demolition of Spanish rap metal history, and Madrid is about to feel the blast. Originally released in the mid-90s, Alzheimer was the record that turned Def Con Dos from underground agitators into national troublemakers: hip-hop rhythms welded to hardcore riffs, lyrics sharpened like switchblades, and a worldview that spat in the face of complacency. Three decades later, the album remains brutally relevant — a paranoid, sarcastic chronicle of social decay, institutional stupidity and collective amnesia. The band knows it. The audience knows it. And that’s why this 30th-anniversary show matters. This concert forms part of Def Con Dos’ Gira Alzheimer, a run that sees them revisit the album in full — not as a museum piece, but as a living, snarling organism still capable of starting fights and finishing beers. Expect the classics delivered with veteran precision and street-level fury, backed by a crowd that grew up on these songs and now screams them louder than ever. Age has not softened Def Con Dos; it has weaponised them! Live, Def Con Dos are less a band and more a verbal riot squad. César Strawberry commands the stage like a ringmaster of chaos, firing off lines that still land uncomfortably close to the truth, while the music slams forward with the blunt force of industrialised rage. This isn’t polished rebellion — it’s sweat-soaked, shout-along catharsis, designed for packed rooms and raised fists. An Alzheimer anniversary show isn’t about remembering the past — it’s about reminding the present why this band mattered, and still does. Expect political venom, dark humour, sonic violence and a crowd united by noise, defiance and a refusal to shut up. Def Con Dos aren’t looking back.They’re making damn sure nobody forgets. For tickets and more information: Def Con Dos

Valencia’s most elegant musical gathering has officially locked the doors and sharpened the knives. With the final line-up now confirmed, Deleste Festival once again proves why it remains the thinking person’s festival — curated, unhurried and ruthlessly tasteful. Set across 22–23 May in the lush Jardines de Viveros, Deleste 2026 doubles down on its trademark philosophy: one stage, zero clashes, all killer. No frantic running, no FOMO paralysis — just full immersion in music played loud, proud and in sequence, the way it should be. At the top of the bill sits Primal Scream, returning to unleash a celebration of their ferocious XTRMNTR era — a record that still sounds like the future kicking the door down. Alongside them comes Apparat, bringing cinematic electronics and emotional gravity, plus groove-driven futurists Kerala Dust, noise-rock troublemakers Holy Fuck, post-punk truth-teller Billy Nomates, and local firebrands Los Invaders, ensuring the festival’s commitment to homegrown talent remains intact. Deleste has never been about excess. It’s about precision. About letting songs breathe beneath Mediterranean skies. About dancing without elbowing strangers. About discovering new favourites while actually watching full sets. That quiet confidence — refined over more than a decade — is exactly why Deleste continues to stand apart in Spain’s over-crowded festival calendar. Add Valencia’s spring sunshine, cold beers, shaded trees and a crowd that listens as hard as it moves, and you’ve got a festival that feels less like a binge and more like a beautifully planned escape.The line-up is final.The setting is perfect.The countdown has begun.Deleste Festival 2026 isn’t shouting for your attention — it already has it. for tickets and more information: Deleste Festival

The bullring in Villena was never designed for this kind of insanity — not the four-legged kind, anyway. Yet on this particular night it became something far more dangerous: a punk rock pressure cooker, vibrating with feedback, sweat, ideology and cheap beer. Welcome to F*CK CNSRSHP Festival , a name that doesn’t blink, doesn’t apologise, and absolutely delivers. This wasn’t just another Spanish punk all-dayer. This was a statement of intent. Born as a middle finger to silence, sanitisation and soft-focus culture, F*CK CNSRSHP has quietly become one of the most important gatherings of heavy music dissent in the country. No VIP areas. No corporate perfume. Just bands, bodies and belief. And Villena’s Plaza de Toros — circular, brutalist, echo-heavy — was the perfect coliseum for it. First blood. Early afternoon sun still hanging overhead as Loncha Velasco kicked the doors clean off. Opening slots can be thankless affairs, but they played like men with nothing to lose and everything to shout. Raw, street-level punk with teeth, hooks and a sense of humour sharp enough to cut through the daylight haze. The crowd trickled in, beers cracked, necks started nodding. The fuse was lit. By the time Envidia Kotxina hit, the bullring was waking up properly. Veterans of the Spanish punk trenches, they brought militant energy and ideological clarity — fast, furious songs barked straight into the crowd’s chest. This is protest music that doesn’t dress up for festivals; it shows up ready to fight. Fists were raised. Voices joined in. The pit began to swirl like a political weather system. Then came Kaos Urbano , and suddenly the bullring felt too small . Anthems of barrio pride and working-class rage detonated one after another. This was communal singing on a dangerous scale — thousands of people yelling lyrics that have been lived, not learned. Kaos Urbano didn’t just play a set; they took ownership of the afternoon, turning the plaza into a single, bouncing organism with boots and convictions. As daylight softened, Kaótiko arrived like a precision strike. Fast, melodic, relentlessly tight — a masterclass in how to balance punk aggression with razor-sharp songwriting. Decades into their career and still playing like the rent is overdue. The crowd responded in kind: bigger pits, louder chants, sweat flying in arcs. This was festival punk at its most efficient and euphoric. Then things got heavy. Koma dragged the festival into darker, thicker territory — groove-laden metal-punk hybrids that hit like blunt instruments. The sound deepened, the lights dropped, and the bullring began to feel ritualistic. Heads banged. Faces contorted. This was catharsis music — controlled chaos delivered by a band who know exactly how much pressure to apply. By nightfall, Segismundo Toxicómano stepped up as elder statesmen and spiritual leaders. Their set was pure legacy punk — defiant, sarcastic, uncompromising. Songs that have outlived governments and trends landed with renewed urgency. The crowd knew every word, screamed them back like scripture. This wasn’t nostalgia — it was continuity. Midnight. The witching hour. Narco took the stage and Villena lost its mind. Political rap-metal, savage satire, industrial fury — Narco don’t entertain, they incite. The bullring shook under basslines and venomous lyrics, the crowd whipped into a frenzy that felt half concert, half riot rehearsal. If censorship still existed in physical form, it would’ve burst into flames right there. And finally, the survivors gathered for Porretas — the after-hours uncles of Spanish punk, closing the night with boozy, joyful, bulletproof rock’n’roll. Arms around shoulders, beers held high, voices cracked but proud. It was messy. It was perfect. A communal exhale after twelve hours of noise and truth. What made F*CK CNSRSHP truly special wasn’t just the line-up — it was the people. Old punks with grey in their beards. Teenagers discovering volume and freedom for the first time. Patches, boots, laughter, scars. No egos. No nonsense. Just a shared understanding that punk is still necessary. In a country where festivals are increasingly polished into meaninglessness, F*CK CNSRSHP stands firm as something real, loud and politically alive. In a bullring built for spectacle, Villena hosted something far more dangerous - Long live the noise! Words and photos: Rhyan Paul

Thursday January 29th was a sold-out, packed-to-the-rafters, sweat-soaked musical communion. Daptone Records ’ Lee Fields  & The Expressions brought their retro-soul revival only like the finest can perform. Opening with the infectious You Can Count On Me , Fields had fans singing along from the start. Then they changed up the tempo to a slow groove for I Got Work To Do .  Once nicknamed ‘Little J.B.’, Field has the dance steps, emotional delivery and stage command to rival James Brown. This kept the fans fixated on his every move. And his band was right there with him. The Expressions are guitarist Joey Crispiano, bassist Nick Movshon, drummer Evan Pazner, Evan’s brother Toby Pazner on keyboards, trumpeter Jason Colby paired with saxophonist Freddy Dobre. Collectively they were tight and locked in together. Musicians that also orbit around other projects and are a part of a roster in the Daptone Records family.  An homage to the finer gender, Fields sang his praise with Ladies . Connecting with couples in the crowd he bantered with them. “Excuse me sir, is this your beautiful lady? What I got to say, you've been blessed with the best!”   As he continued working different fans, he reminded men to be ever devoted and honour their ladies. It was endearing and spontaneous fun.    His whole being immersed into the moment. Time  had a certain hard-scrabbled mean-street sound punctuated with a powerfully charged saxophone solo that raised the roof. Mentioning he had not sung this one in a while because it reminded him of losing his dad, they started a slow, somber song Still Hanging On . Field’s confessed “When I sing this song, sometimes I kind of choke up. But I'm going to be strong tonight.”  He even asked the band to start over again as they vamped through the intro. The emotions were raw as he wailed. If he didn't break down in tears, damnit I was. The suspenseful Talk To Somebody  quickly changed mode as the horns crisply punched through. Again Fields rallied fans in call-and-response. My World  maintained the energy level with its trance-like rhythm and catchy bass line. Lyrically calling-out human hypocrisy with the same clever anger as Gil Scott Heron. Asking at the end, are you happy? The tempo and beat of Don’t Walk  first started out reminiscent of Stevie Wonder’s High Ground.  But compositionally different, it drove its own direction. Again with the horns front and center. Specifically a brilliant sax solo stole the moment. The tender love song Forever  (from the 2022 Sentimental Fool   release) closed the main set. Followed with two encores Primo , Goosh Goosh  ending the night in pitched fever. It was one of those shows where fans lingered on. In part gaze over, and in part vibing with an overdrive buzz.  Lee Fields & The Expressions are what music offers in its highest order. A respite from our worries, comfort for our souls, a message with love and complete abandon in the crowd. A perfect diagnosis for these uncertain times.  Be on the look out for a new Daptone release coming out next week titled The Olympian   by The Expressions keyboardists Toby Pazner and other members of the band. It is some great material. Words and photos: Philip Philamonjaro

If your winter soul is craving warmth, swing and a little dust on the boots, Sunshine in Ohio are about to provide the cure — no passport required. On Wednesday, February 4 , the French trio roll into El Cafè (Carcaixent) bringing a sun-bleached blend of blues, folk, swing and country that feels ripped straight from a back porch somewhere between the Mississippi Delta and a forgotten railroad town. This is roots music played with joy, precision and just enough grit to keep it honest. Sunshine in Ohio don’t do excess — they do craft . Upright bass, acoustic guitar, fiddle and three voices locked into tight, road-tested harmony. Their sound is old-soul but alive, tapping into early Americana traditions while keeping things light on their feet. Think porch-swing grooves, toe-tapping rhythms and melodies that make you smile before you even realise you’re hooked. The setting couldn’t be better. El Cafè is intimate, warm and famously tuned to the human scale — the kind of room where music breathes, conversations pause, and the band is close enough to see the grin when the groove clicks into place. Doors open early, the show starts at 20:00 , and by the end you’ll swear the temperature’s gone up a few degrees. Midweek. No fuss. Pure connection.If you believe live music should feel shared , not staged, this one’s already calling your name.