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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

Right from the first crack of the drum and the scratch of the guitar, “ Festín de Cuervos ” feels like someone lit a torch in a cage and tossed in a handful of raven feathers just for the hell of it. Fatiga isn’t playing it safe — this is art with claws. The atmosphere: gritty, unpolished, urgent. The vocals lean ragged, as if the singer’s throat has been chafed by years of shouting truths no-one else wants to hear. It’s raw, wounded but defiant — a voice that has seen shit and still wants to scream. The instrumentation backs it up: jagged chords, a bass line that prowls, drums that thump like a heart preparing for the kill. Lyrically, the song takes flying-vulture imagery and turns it inside out: vultures becoming carrion kings, circling the carcass of a world that’s let them feast. The title — Festín de Cuervos — suggests both a banquet and a reckoning. It’s the sound of scavengers that weren’t invited, arriving anyway, and shaking the table. There’s an undercurrent of betrayal, survival, the idea that when the empire falls, the scavengers become the sovereigns. Fatiga has crafted a cinematic spine to the track: you can almost smell the burnt-out urban wasteland, hear the iron taste of twilight in the air. The chorus hits like a rallying cry: something between “we are the leftover soldiers” and “we are the ones you forgot.” The bridge tosses in a sudden shift — a minor key descent, acoustic strings or maybe synthesized equivalents, a hush before the last wave of noise hits. “Festín de Cuervos” is a triumph for Fatiga — a track that doesn’t just sound angry, desperate or hungry, it feels it. It doesn’t offer solace; it offers recognition: that sometimes you are the carrion, sometimes the vulture, and sometimes the feast itself. It invites you to join the table or watch it burn. If you’re up for something fierce, uncompromising, and electric, this is your track. Don’t listen when you’re half-asleep. Listen when you’re alive. Have a listen here: Fatiga Spotify and check out the band here: Fatiga

The now legendary Valencian group will return to their favourite festival to say goodbye, offering an exclusive concert with many invited artists on a night that, without a doubt, will be historic. Pirata Beach Fest will hold its eighth edition on July 8, 9, 10 and 11, at the Polígono Benieto de Gandía. In addition to La Fúmiga, groups such as Molotov, The Tyets, Talco, Non Servium, Mägo de Oz, Benito Kamelas, Boikot, La Fuga, Els Catarres and Buhos are part of the first poster preview of its eighth edition, tune, there are many more to be announced! "WE ARE BACK TO SAY GOODBYE," this is how La Fúmiga has announced a unique and, therefore very special concert, one of those that we will remember all our lives. They will offer an intense show, full of surprises and with many guest artists who will come to share with the iconic Alzira band a night that promises to be historic in a festival that, as they say: "It has taken care of us since the first year and where we could not miss this farewell tour. See you as always at the Pirata Beach Fest, from July 8 to 11!" Tickets will be available next Sunday, November 11, at 12 noon, on the festival's website. It will be an unrepeatable party! And as they say La Fúmiga: "See you at the Pirate, with more emotions and more energy than ever to say goodbye properly with a unique concert!" It is one of the most beloved, celebrated and relevant groups of contemporary Valencian music. Thirteen years of career, more than 500 concerts, a great collection of record hits and two gold discs are a thrun. His concert at the Pirata Beach Fest 2026 is more than just a farewell. It will be the celebration of the great songs of the Valencian group that has marked an entire generation. The band will offer special and unique, will have the collaboration of groups of friends. It will be a tribute to Valencian popular music. La Fúmiga says goodbye to the stage at its most popular time, after a tour of festivals and concerts in 2025. Gandía will once again become the epicentre of live music with the celebration of the eighth edition of the Pirata Beach Fest. The festival, consolidated as one of the great summer musical events at the national level, being held on the Valencian coast, offers a brave, intense and diverse programming that covers genres such as rock, rap, mixing and fusion ... Rays and sparkles! Located in the Polígono Benieto, a few minutes from the beach, it combines music, festive atmosphere and the Mediterranean breeze, attracting thousands of "pirates" from all over the national territory in search of free, committed and peacefully vindictive fun. Among the more than thirty proposals already discovered in this first poster preview, the presence of La Fúmiga, Molotov, The Tyets, Talco, Non Servium, Mägo de Oz, Benito Kamelas, Boikot, La Fuga, Els Catarres and Buhos is unleashed. Without a doubt, a spectacular and vibrant cast of groups and artists who will make the "pirate life" even better... Watch out for the patch! Segismundo Toxicómano, La Élite, Auxili, Los de Marras, Linaje, Biznaga, Itaca Band, Sons of Aguirre & Scila, Malifeta, En Tol Sarmiento, Reincidentes, Doctor Prats, Green Valley, El Último ke zierre, El Diluvi, Naina, Manifa, Me fritos & the gimme cheetos, La Sra. Tomasa, Pedro Pastor, Afónica Naranjo and El sombrero del abuelo complete this first advance of a Pirate Gandía Fest that every year works hard to improve itself in the artistic and organisational. For more information: Pirata Gandia

Festardor Festival was always going to be a raucous affair, but El Drogas? The man, the myth, the anarchic godfather of rock, didn’t just show up to play. No, no, no—he came to burn down the very concept of normalcy and rebuild it in his own image. And for all of us, that was a hell of a ride. The stage at Valencia Marina Norte wasn’t just a platform for music—it was a battleground. From the first note, it felt like a warning shot fired into the underbelly of mainstream Spanish rock. You could almost smell the smoke as El Drogas, backed by his band of misfits, launched into their visceral, high-octane performance. The crowd? A fever-pitched mass of souls, drenched in sweat and anticipation, lapping up every incendiary riff like it was their last meal. Drogas, the poet of punk, snarled through every lyric with the ferocity of a rabid wolf on the hunt. His lyrics were raw, unpolished truths, shouting the kind of rebellion that only those who've lived through the underworld of Spanish rock can deliver. And that guitar work? Think less ‘flawless technique’ and more ‘chaotic brilliance.’ If there were mistakes, they didn’t matter. Everything was on fire—frenzied, reckless, and absolutely perfect in its imperfection. As the night plunged deeper into madness, you couldn’t escape the feeling that this wasn’t just a concert—it was a confrontation. El Drogas wasn’t just performing; he was challenging the audience to feel something, anything, outside of the sanitized plastic of pop culture. The crowd sang every word back like they were confessing sins. And then, just as we thought the beast was finished, the encore hit. The lights dimmed, and for a moment, we all collectively held our breath, knowing what was coming. And when it hit, it was pure chaos. The whole arena shook as El Drogas and his band unleashed one final primal scream that felt like a declaration of war against everything that wasn’t real. El Drogas at Festardor wasn’t a show—it was an experience. A sonic punch to the gut, a statement, a wild ride that pulled no punches and left us all wanting more. It’s not often you see a performance this visceral, this untamed, but when it happens? It reminds you why rock and roll will never die. For more information: El Drogas Words and photos: Rhyan Paul

Valencia didn’t know what hit it. The evening air was still, almost polite, before the Navarra punk lunatics Lendakaris Muertos stormed the Festardor stage like a Molotov cocktail set to a 180-bpm backbeat. What followed wasn’t a concert — it was a political rally, a comedy sketch, and a bare-knuckle street fight disguised as a party. No introductions, no slow build. The band exploded straight out of the gate — guitars like power tools, drums like a riot in a factory, and frontman Aitor Ibarretxe spitting every syllable as if he were trying to tear a hole in the PA. Within thirty seconds, the crowd was a swirling mess of limbs and beer. Lendakaris aren’t here to charm you — they’re here to provoke, offend, and make you laugh while they dismantle your cultural assumptions. Politics, pop culture, football, self-importance — nothing survives their flamethrower satire. Each song lasted maybe a minute or two — bursts of fury that felt like slogans painted on a brick wall. Between them, the audience went feral: pogoing, laughing, chanting, occasionally collapsing in joyful exhaustion. The pit wasn’t violent; it was communal chaos — an anarchist exercise class powered by sarcasm and speed riffs. At one point, Ibarretxe hurled himself into the crowd, microphone in hand, screaming lyrics inches from people’s faces like a punk priest hearing mass confession. Lendakaris have always weaponised humour — it’s their sharpest tool. The jokes come fast, twisted, and barbed with real venom. One moment they’re mocking middle-class hypocrisy, the next they’re taking a swing at consumer culture or nationalist posturing. You’re never sure whether to laugh or raise a fist, so you do both. The band’s secret weapon is that everything — the jokes, the chaos, the provocation — is underscored by total musical precision. Beneath the mayhem, the band is tight . By mid-set, sweat dripped from the rafters. The sound mix was rough and glorious — punk as it should be, nothing polished, nothing polite. The crowd knew every lyric, shouting them back with manic joy. There’s a weird beauty to this kind of gig: everyone’s grinning, even as they’re getting bruised. You leave with the sense that you’ve been part of something — half protest, half celebration, all noise. There’s an extra layer of urgency to Lendakaris Muertos right now. Rumours of an upcoming hiatus — maybe temporary, maybe not — gave the night a bittersweet charge. Every shout felt like a goodbye, every chord like a dare. If this really is the end of the road (for now), they’re not bowing out quietly. Seeing Lendakaris Muertos live is like being trapped in a high-voltage blender full of satire, sweat, and joy. It’s punk stripped to its bones — funny, furious, and strangely uplifting. You don’t just watch them; you survive them. And when it’s over, you walk out laughing, ears ringing, heart thundering, and maybe, just maybe, a little more awake. Festardor 2025 won’t forget this one. Neither will anyone who left the pit grinning through the bruises. For more information check out: Lendakaris Muertos Words and photos: Rhyan Paul

There are few bands still walking the line between myth and melody quite like The Waterboys . Fronted by the ever-restless Mike Scott , the group have spent more than four decades crafting a sound that fuses the poetic grandeur of Celtic soul with the untamed roar of rock ’n’ roll. This November and December, they bring that magic to Valencia’s Roig Arena for two sold-out nights — November 28 and December 5 — in what promises to be one of the city’s musical highlights of the year. For longtime fans, the shows are a pilgrimage. The Waterboys are one of those rare acts whose catalogue feels timeless, and whose live performances remain unpredictable — not in chaos, but in spirit. Expect the ecstatic surge of The Whole of the Moon , the rugged grace of Fisherman’s Blues , and the transcendence of This Is the Sea , all delivered with that unmistakable Scott intensity: half shaman, half rock poet. But these aren’t nostalgia trips. The current incarnation of The Waterboys is a band still evolving, still experimenting, still unafraid to pull their songs through new shapes and fresh colours. Their recent tours have been sonic feasts — fiddle-driven folk one moment, cosmic rock the next, then plunging into gospel soul or brass-soaked funk. It’s all part of the same current, what Scott has long called “the big music” — that search for transcendence through sound. Roig Arena, with its soaring acoustics and modern scale, is the perfect vessel for this kind of musical alchemy. Over two nights, fans will witness a band that refuses to sit still, performing as if each song is being rediscovered in real time. And with both shows long sold out, the atmosphere is sure to be electric — a communion between artist and audience, old songs and new meanings. Two nights. Two sell-outs. One band forever chasing the horizon. The Waterboys aren’t just revisiting their legacy — they’re still writing it, one glorious wave at a time.

Valencia asked—no, demanded—and Rusowsky delivered. After his 22 January show at Roig Arena vanished into sold-out status almost instantly, the neon prince of warped pop has announced a second date on 21 January , giving fans one more shot to dive into his surreal, soft-club universe. This extra night isn’t just a consolation prize; it’s a full-on encore before the curtain even rises. Rusowsky’s live shows are a fever dream of glitchy beats, liquid vocals, and emotional punches wrapped in velvet. With the Roig Arena as his playground, expect the atmosphere to swing between dreamy intimacy and full-throttle electric release. If the first show proved anything, it’s that Valencia is ravenous for Rusowsky’s genre-melting sonic world. Now, with 21 January opening up, the city gets a double-dose—two nights of hazy synths, romantic chaos, and nights that feel like they’re somehow happening in slow-motion and fast-forward at the same time. Tickets for the second date are already moving fast. If you missed out on the 22nd, this is your lifeline. If you’re thinking of going to both… well, nobody would blame you. For more information and tickets: Roig Arena

Valencia’s Roig Arena is about to time-travel without leaving the building. On December 13 , the stage turns into a jukebox wired to the emotional backbone of an entire generation, as Locos por la Música unleashes a lineup that reads like the greatest hits playlist of Spanish pop-rock’s golden age. This isn’t just a concert — it’s a reunion of legends, a mass sing-along therapy session, a celebration of the melodies that shaped the ’80s, the ’90s, and the playlists of anyone who’s ever loved, lost, or shouted choruses off-key at 3 a.m. At the top of the bill sits Revólver , masters of lyrical introspection and guitar-polished sincerity. Expect Carlos Goñi to roll out those songs that still punch holes in the chest — “El Dorado,” “Si es tan solo amor,” “El roce de tu piel” — anthems built for arenas and heartbreak in equal measure. When Revólver hit that sweet emotional gear, Roig Arena won’t just echo; it’ll vibrate. Then the energy flips to pure festival adrenaline with Seguridad Social . The Valencian heroes return to home turf ready to drop “Chiquilla” like a pop-rock grenade. Their fusion of ska, rock, and summer-eternal attitude is engineered for mass jumping, sweaty dancing, and general life-affirming chaos. Roig Arena won’t stand still for a second. Los Rebeldes bring the rockabilly edge — leather, swagger, and that unmistakable Barcelona twang that screams Americana filtered through Spanish sunlight. If “Mediterráneo” doesn’t get the entire arena swaying, check your pulse. La Guardia , masters of polished pop romance, will take the emotional wheel with the timeless “Cuando brille el sol.” It’s the kind of song that instantly becomes a collective memory — and in a venue that size, it’s going to feel like a hug from 10,000 voices. Speaking of nostalgia with bite, Amistades Peligrosas bring their unmistakable theatrical flair and razor-sharp lyrical drama. Their catalog still feels bold, provocative, and deliciously addictive — the perfect contrast to the night’s more guitar-driven acts. Valencia’s own Girasoules plug the night into a sunny, melodic power-pop current, carrying the torch of local scene pride with the same charisma they’ve always owned. Expect harmonies, hooks, and the kind of good-time energy that keeps a festival glowing. Rounding out the celebration is Rafa Sánchez , the unmistakable voice behind La Unión. That unmistakable baritone sliding into “Lobo Hombre en París” is practically cultural heritage at this point — a song that transcends decades, genres, generations. Put it all together and Locos por la Música becomes more than an event — it’s a live soundtrack of the past three decades of Spanish pop-rock culture, distilled into one explosive night. It’s nostalgia without dust, retro without irony, and pure emotional fuel delivered by artists who still know how to ignite a crowd. On December 13 , Roig Arena won’t just host a festival — it’s going to host a memory factory. And if you grew up with any of these bands in your headphones, this is the night you’ve been waiting for. Valencia, prepare to go loco. For more information and tickets: Locos Por La Musica

By the time the sun set over the slick turquoise waters of Valencia Marina, the air at VESO 2025 was thick with sweat, spray paint, and pure adrenaline. The ramps glowed in the sodium light, the DJ booths pulsed like heartbeats, and every skater, climber, and street baller in sight moved like they had something to prove. This wasn’t just a festival — it was a three-day collision of asphalt and attitude, where the Mediterranean breeze tangled with the smell of grip tape and fried food. Born from the city’s restless urban veins, VESO has grown into Spain’s loudest love letter to street culture — and 2025 might just have been its most explosive edition yet. Picture it: the Marina Norte , Valencia’s sleek waterfront playground, transformed into a post-modern coliseum of motion. Concrete bowls roared, BMX tires screamed, and graffiti walls bloomed like urban constellations. Locals, tourists, pros, groms, and hangers-on all jammed shoulder to shoulder, their faces sun-burned and grinning. The vibe? Somewhere between Venice Beach and a Valencian block party with better coffee and louder bass. The skate comp was the nucleus — a wild, free-for-all jam that blurred the line between competition and chaos. Mini-ramp mayhem took center stage as riders dropped in with no brakes and zero fear. The street section was packed with sub-16 shredders who looked born with boards welded to their feet. Every ollie, flip, and grind came with a roar from the crowd and the slap of boards on concrete — the sacred applause of skate culture. Top skaters from across Europe threw down lines that would make your knees ache just watching. It wasn’t about trophies. It was about the moment — the split second of weightlessness before gravity reclaimed you. When the boards cooled off, 3x3 basketball courts , bouldering walls , and freestyle dance battles took over. You could climb, dunk, spin, or just vibe — VESO was a choose-your-own-adventure of movement. Food trucks hawked burgers, bao buns, and craft beer; graffiti crews painted until the walls looked like neon dreams; the DJs spun everything from boom-bap to drum’n’bass, and somewhere, a kid from El Carmen nailed his first kickflip and lost his mind. VESO isn’t polished — and that’s the beauty. It’s messy, loud, and a little dangerous. The kind of festival where you might get a board to the shin or a beer spilled on your Vans, but you’ll wear both like badges of honor. The city’s pulse runs right through it: creative, chaotic, and unapologetically alive. By Sunday night, as the final DJ set bled into the sounds of the sea, the Marina was littered with empty cans, stickers, and exhausted smiles. The message was clear: Valencia’s urban culture isn’t just surviving — it’s thriving. Words and fotos: Rhyan Paul

There’s no calm way to describe Festivern — because calm doesn’t exist there. From December 29 to 31 , the usually peaceful Tavernes de la Valldigna mutates into a thundering, fire-lit carnival of sound, sweat, and Valencian rebellion. It’s not just a festival — it’s a New Year’s Eve uprising , a tribal celebration where ska horns collide with punk guitars, Catalan rap, and Mediterranean madness. The lineup is stacked and feral: La Fúmiga , Figa Flawas , Auxili , The Tyets , Buhos , Boikot , Biznaga , Doctor Prats , Juantxo Skalari & La Rude Band , Las Ninyas del Corro , Jimena Amarillo , Ginestà , Mala Gestión , and a whole sonic storm of DJs ready to carry you into 2026 with ringing ears and a fried soul. Picture this: a campsite buzzing with guitars and laughter, local wine passed around like communion, and a stage pounding out tunes that blur genres and generations. There’s ska for the dreamers, punk for the defiant, rumba for the lovers, and electro beats for the sleepless. The Valencian winter becomes a tropical fever dream — bonfires, brass bands, and a thousand hearts stomping in time to the same rhythm. Festivern isn’t about countdowns or resolutions — it’s about burning out the year with friends, strangers, and bands who play like it’s the end of the world. It’s the sound of the Mediterranean youth shouting “Una cançoneta i mo n’anem!” — one more song, and off we go. So grab your tent, your wildest crew, and your thirst for chaos.Because from December 29–31 , Tavernes de la Valldigna becomes the center of the universe — loud, messy, and gloriously alive. Tickets at codetickets.com — grab them now, before they vanish like your New Year’s self-control.

Get ready, Valencia — the silver-haired gentleman of British rock ’n’ roll, Nick Lowe , is rolling into town with a vengeance, and he’s bringing the masked marvels Los Straitjackets along for the ride. On November 14th , Sala Moon will transform into a cathedral of pure class and unfiltered rock ’n’ roll energy — where sharp suits meet sharper riffs. Nick Lowe isn’t just another veteran on tour. He’s a living jukebox of pop craftsmanship — the man who wrote “(What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace, Love and Understanding” and produced Elvis Costello’s finest moments. His voice still oozes the effortless charm of a barroom crooner who’s seen it all and lived to sing about it, while his wit and melody cut as cleanly as ever. Backing him, the mighty Los Straitjackets — those Mexican-wrestling-masked instrumental heroes from Nashville — deliver a surf-rock punch so tight it could make Link Wray blush. Together, they’re a match made in rock heaven: suave British songwriting swagger meets American twang-fueled theatrics. Expect smooth grooves, shimmering guitars, and a masterclass in how to make timeless music sound fresh again. This isn’t nostalgia — it’s the real deal. Lowe and the Straitjackets are here to remind Valencia that cool never goes out of style. Grab your tickets at movingtickets.com before the room fills with the sound of true rock ’n’ roll elegance.

Holy hell, it’s happening. The beast is back. After years of silence, Aúpa Lumbreiras!! — Spain’s most legendary, beer-soaked, pogo-fuelled punk rock festival — is clawing its way out of the grave and returning to Villena like a blast from a squatted amp. This isn’t just another comeback. This is The Return — three days of unfiltered chaos, sweat, rebellion, and music that punches you straight in the face with a grin. From August 13 to 15, the Polideportivo de Villena will transform into a punk paradise: four stages, over fifty bands, camping under the trees, a shimmering pool to cool off the rage, and enough decibels to register on the Richter scale. The first lineup drop already reads like a battle cry: Soziedad Alkoholika, El Drogas, Narco, The Toy Dolls, Boikot, Los Segis, Talco, Los De Marras, Reincidentes, Def Con Dos, Sons of Aguirre & Scila, Porretas, El Último Ke Zierre, Sínkope, Envidia Kotxina, Kaos Etiliko, Gritando En Silencio, and the gloriously unhinged Me Fritos And The Gimme Cheetos — with plenty more to come. And the setting? Pure Spanish summer madness — Villena in August, guitars screaming against the dry heat, punks diving into the pool between circle pits, and beer cans crunching under Doc Martens as the sun goes down. It’s the kind of festival where you lose your voice by noon, your inhibitions by midnight, and your mind somewhere in between . Run To The Hills, S.L. and the Villena city council are pulling out all the stops with over a million euros of investmentand the full technical muscle of Leyendas del Rock behind it. Translation: it’s going to sound massive, look stunning, and feel like home for every misfit who’s been waiting for the Lumbreiras flame to burn again. The first 5,000 tickets drop Thursday, October 30 at noon for a ridiculous €49 + fees. They won’t last long — because everyone who ever screamed “¡Aúpa!” into the night knows this is more than a festival. It’s a resurrection. So dust off your boots, tune up your attitude, and circle that date in red. Aúpa Lumbreiras!! The Return isn’t just back — it’s coming for your summer. Watch this space for all the updates! Early bird tickets: Ticketmaster