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.

Ten years on, David Bowie remains gloriously unavoidable — and on April 30 , Valencia will stop, look up, and sing along. The Roig Arena hosts “Homenaje a David Bowie: 10 Años Sin Bowie” , a one-night tribute that brings together a hand-picked collective of Valencian musicians to celebrate the restless genius, songs and shapes that Bowie left behind. This is not a jukebox impersonation or a wigs-and-warpaint pastiche. Instead, the show is built around respectful reinterpretation — artists with deep roots in Spanish pop and rock revisiting Bowie’s catalogue with personality and purpose. Expect a journey through his most iconic eras and anthems, delivered by musicians connected to bands such as Presuntos Implicados, Seguridad Social, Glamour, Comité Cisne, Falsa Pasión, Sunken Screens and Licence to Blow — a one-off line-up assembled specifically for this tribute. The choice of venue matters. Roig Arena , Valencia’s new large-scale auditorium, has quickly positioned itself as the city’s home for ambitious, high-production cultural events — and this tribute fits that vision perfectly. Bowie’s music was never small, never static, never safe; it demands space, light and collective energy, all of which the Roig Arena is designed to deliver. The timing, too, carries weight. Coming just months after the tenth anniversary of Bowie’s passing, the concert serves as both remembrance and reaffirmation — a reminder that his songs, characters and constant reinvention still ripple through modern music and culture. From glam provocateur to art-rock visionary, Bowie’s influence remains a living force, not a museum piece. For fans old enough to remember the shock of Ziggy and young enough to have discovered Blackstar first, this promises to be a shared moment — communal, emotional and loud. One night. One icon.Valencia, under the starman. For tickets and more information: Roig Arena

The sun was already misbehaving when La Pèrgola kicked into life — that dangerous Mediterranean glare that tells you this is not going to be a polite cultural outing but something feral, salty and slightly unhinged. By the time Derby Motoreta’s Burrito Kachimba hit the stage, the place had already tipped from “Saturday morning concert” into full-blown psychedelic ritual. Sold out. No escape routes. Just sun, sea air and distortion vibrating through the bones. This wasn’t a gig — it was a public exorcism. Derby Motoreta don’t play songs; they summon them. Kinkidélia came crashing out of the speakers like a flamenco séance held inside a fuzz pedal. Andalusian rock roots twisted through cosmic psych freakouts, riffs slithering and snapping while the crowd moved as one sticky, smiling organism. Think Triana possessed by a desert demon and set loose on a marina with nothing to lose And that setting — Jesus Christ. La Pèrgola, crouched by the sea like a modernist altar, remains one of Valencia’s greatest cultural weapons. No velvet ropes. No VIP nonsense. Just humans, noise and sunlight. This is a place where music doesn’t get polished — it gets weathered, beaten by wind and sweat until it tells the truth. It’s why this concert series works, and why it keeps winning without ever asking permission. Before the main detonation, Llobarros warmed the crowd with surf-soaked swagger — guitars dripping saltwater, rhythms loose enough to sway hips and sharpen smiles. The perfect bait before the storm. By the time Derby Motoreta took over, there was no resistance left in the crowd — just open mouths and raised fists, bodies surrendering willingly to the groove. The real victory? Watching hundreds of people lose their collective mind before lunchtime. Kids on shoulders. Beers raised to the sun. Strangers shouting choruses like they’d known each other for years. This is La Pèrgola’s secret power: it turns concerts into communal experiences, moments that feel less like entertainment and more like belonging By the final riff, brains were rearranged, shoes were dusty, and Valencia had once again proven a crucial point: this city doesn’t just host live music — it lives inside it. La Pèrgola didn’t survive another winter morning gig. It conquered it. If you were there, you know.If you weren’t — don’t worry.The sea remembers everything. For more information on this years party series: La Pergola Photos: Phil Philamonjaro

Half a century deep and still setting the global standard, the legendary North Sea Jazz Festival is gearing up for one of the biggest celebrations in its history. This July, the iconic Dutch festival turns 50 — and the anniversary edition looks absolutely stacked. Taking over Rotterdam Ahoy across July 10, 11 and 12, the 2026 edition pulls together an explosive mix of jazz royalty, soul legends, funk architects, hip-hop innovators and genre-bending newcomers for three days that promise wall-to-wall musical fireworks. Headlining this golden anniversary are global icons including John Legend, Nile Rodgers & CHIC, The Isley Brothers, Marcus Miller and Dutch superstar Frenna — a line-up that perfectly captures the festival’s long-standing mission to push jazz beyond boundaries. And then there’s The Roots. The Philadelphia hip-hop pioneers are bringing a special performance loaded with heavyweight guests including Bilal and Jon Batiste, while drummer and cultural powerhouse Questlove will also appear during the weekend. It’s the kind of crossover booking North Sea Jazz has perfected for decades — where jazz, soul, hip-hop and experimental music collide into something unforgettable. What started on July 16, 1976 in The Hague with six halls, 300 musicians and roughly 9,000 visitors has grown into one of the most respected music festivals on Earth. Back then the line-up included immortals like Sarah Vaughan, Count Basie, Dizzy Gillespie and Stan Getz. Fast forward fifty years and North Sea Jazz now stretches across 17 stages, welcomes around 1,300 artists and attracts nearly 90,000 music fans from around the world. More than just a jazz festival, it has become a global meeting point for soul, funk, R&B, fusion, Latin, electronic music and cutting-edge experimentation. This year’s programme is packed from top to bottom. Friday brings the elegance of Diana Krall, the virtuosity of Esperanza Spalding, the explosive energy of Snarky Puppy with the Metropole Orchestra, and the ever-evolving genius of Joshua Redman. Saturday swings between the cinematic jazz of Anouar Brahem, the timeless cool of Cassandra Wilson, the Latin fire of Estrella Morente and a massive tribute to Miles Davis as Marcus Miller presents We Want Miles! alongside Mike Stern, Bill Evans and more. Then Sunday lands with pure star power: Pat Metheny, Hiromi, Charles Lloyd, the groove-heavy magic of Nile Rodgers & CHIC and the soulful grandeur of John Legend closing out the weekend. Whether you’re there for legendary improvisation, deep grooves, future-facing jazz or straight-up musical history, North Sea Jazz 2026 is shaping up to be one of the defining festival events of the year. Fifty years in, it’s still evolving, still fearless and still completely unmatched. For fans wanting the full luxury experience, VIP Birdland Weekend packages include premium parking, VIP lounge access, culinary experiences and unlimited drinks throughout the festival. For tickets and more information: North Sea Jazz Festival

Valencia, prepare your nervous system. Hermana Furia are rolling into Loco Club with a reputation for volume, velocity and emotional detonation, and nobody is leaving untouched. Forged in Madrid and hardened on stages across Spain, the band have built their name on riffs that land like punches and choruses that feel like rallying cries. Early releases announced intent; Todo Mal confirmed the firepower. Now, with Rumias , they arrive tighter, darker and more explosive — a record that trades in confrontation, catharsis and the kind of urgency that refuses to sit politely at the back of the mix. On stage, Hermana Furia deal in total commitment. Expect raw edges, physical energy and a frontwoman capable of flipping from controlled tension to full-throttle abandon in a heartbeat. There are flashes of stoner weight, alternative textures and straight-up rock’n’roll menace, but the real hook is the sense that anything could tip over at any moment. Photo: Juan Pérez-Fajardo The show forms part of the national Girando por Salas run, a tour that has been steadily converting rooms into believers. Night after night the response has been the same: sweat, shouting, connection.And there are few better places for that communion than Loco Club — Valencia’s long-standing temple to gigs that are felt in the ribs as much as heard in the ears. If your taste in live music leans toward intensity, honesty and a little danger, this is your night. For tickets and more information: Loco Club

Villena is about to disappear under a tidal wave of leather, riffs and collective madness. From August 5–8, 2026 , the dusty plains of Alicante will once again host Leyendas del Rock , and this time it’s not just another edition — it’s the XX Anniversary . Twenty years of volume, loyalty, sunstroke and heavy-metal survival instinct, all detonated in one four-day ritual.This isn’t a festival.It ’s a metal endurance test disguised as a holiday. And the lineup? It reads like a sacred scroll found in a burned-out Marshall stack. At the very top of the inferno sits HELLOWEEN , celebrating 40 years of power-metal glory. Not a token appearance, not a nostalgia wave — a full-force anniversary assault from one of the genre’s founding architects. Expect speed, melody, choruses so big they punch holes in the night sky. Then comes SAVATAGE , returning with an exclusive show in Spain . Let that sink in. This alone would justify the pilgrimage. Progressive metal royalty, drama, darkness, and songs built like gothic cathedrals of distortion. WARCRY arrive as the only festival appearance they’ll make in Spain in 2026 — a homegrown metal institution unleashing pure, defiant power in front of their people. And as if that wasn’t enough, STRATOVARIUS roll in armed with the full arsenal: Episode , Visions , Destiny , Infinite — a greatest-hits power-metal sermon delivered at jet-engine velocity. Add BLACK LABEL SOCIETY , led by riff-warlord Zakk Wylde, bringing biker-bar brutality and Sabbath-sized grooves that vibrate your ribcage loose. And if all that isn't enough filling in the metal mayhem gaps inbetween - SAUROM bring their special show — folk metal, fantasy, bagpipes and chaos swirling together like a medieval tavern riot. SARATOGA , Spanish metal titans, sharpened and ready. THUNDERMOTHER inject pure rock’n’roll gasoline into the mix — loud, fast, and unapologetic. HARDLINE deliver melodic hard rock with stadium-sized hooks. DARK MOOR bring symphonic drama and gothic power. CHEZ KANE , ANKHARA (celebrating 30 years), LÄTZEN , EVO , TÜRGUNNER , WINGS OF STEEL , LANDEVIR (25th anniversary tour), and CHAINED SAINT ensure there is absolutely no safe hour of the day. No mercy slots. No apologises. Just wall-to-wall heavy fucking metal! Leyendas del Rock happens in Villena for a reason. By day, the sun is an enemy combatant. By night, the festival grounds become a city of fire, riffs echoing off concrete and dust, beer cups crunching under boots, strangers becoming brothers by the second chorus. Shows start mid-afternoon and don’t stop until the early hours. Sleep becomes optional. Hydration becomes tactical. Shade is currency. And yet — somehow — it works. Because Leyendas isn’t corporate cosplay metal. It’s built by people who actually go to festivals , for people who understand that metal is community, not content. Twenty years in, Leyendas del Rock isn’t chasing trends. It’s cementing legacy . This is a festival that knows exactly what it is: heavy metal, power metal, true metal — played loud, played proud, played without compromise. No influencers.No VIP nonsense.Just riffs, sweat, loyalty and four days that will take weeks to recover from. Leyendas del Rock 2026 is not something you attend casually.It ’s something you survive , something you brag about later, something that leaves you hoarse, exhausted and already planning next year. August 5–8. Villena. Alicante. Twenty years of metal history.Four days of controlled chaos.No prisoners taken. For tickets and more information: Leyendas Del Rock

Valencia, clear your calendar. On February 17 , Miles Kane storms into Sala Moon as part of his UK & EU Tour 2026 , bringing with him razor-edged guitar pop, rock’n’roll swagger, and a catalogue built for small rooms that sweat and sing back.This is not a polite indie showcase. This is Miles Kane at close range — loud, charismatic and wired straight into the mains. Miles Kane has spent the last decade quietly becoming one of Britain’s most reliable hitmakers and live performers. From his early days with The Little Flames , to global recognition with The Last Shadow Puppets alongside Alex Turner, Kane has always understood one crucial thing: style means nothing without songs . As a solo artist, he’s delivered both — sharp melodies, timeless guitar lines, and choruses that land like muscle memory. His shows balance Mod cool, classic British pop lineage and full-throttle rock urgency, drawing from everything from ’60s songwriting to ’90s indie grit. And live? He doesn’t coast. He attacks . This tour is powered by Kane’s latest album, Sunlight in the Shadows , a record that refines his sound without sanding off the bite. It’s confident, melodic, emotionally direct — built for stages, not streaming algorithms. Expect new songs delivered with intent, seamlessly locked into a setlist that also dips into fan favourites and undeniable classics. This is a show designed to move bodies and light up choruses , not background the bar. Sala Moon is exactly where Miles Kane thrives. It’s intimate enough to feel personal, loud enough to feel dangerous, and close enough that you’ll see every grin, every grimace, every perfectly timed guitar slash. No barricade theatrics. No arena distance.Just band, crowd, volume and momentum. If you’ve seen Kane in a venue like this before, you already know: this is where the magic happens. If you haven’t, this is your chance to understand why his reputation as a live performer keeps growing. Miles Kane doesn’t tour to remind you who he is. He tours to prove it again . With a new record, a refined live show and a room like Sala Moon, this Valencia date is shaping up to be one of those nights people talk about afterwards — the ones that feel bigger than the venue and louder than expected. February 17. Sala Moon. Valencia. Get close. Get loud. Get ready. For tickets and more information: Miles Kane

This Saturday, January 31 , Villena will stop pretending to be polite. In 48 hours , the covered Plaza de Toros de Villena will be converted into a concrete pressure cooker of distortion, sweat, rage and truth as F*ck The Censorship Festival detonates again — and makes it brutally clear that punk rock in Spain is not only alive, it’s angry, articulate, and ready to punch holes through the silence. This is not a nostalgia trip.This is not background music.This is punk rock with teeth , aimed straight at the jugular. This isn’t a festival — it’s a roll call of Spanish punk’s most defiant voices , all screaming into the same night. In a time when words are policed, opinions are trimmed for algorithms, and culture is slowly sanded down into something safe and sponsor-friendly, F*ck The Censorship Festival does exactly what it says on the tin. This is punk as confrontation. Punk as community. Punk as survival instinct. And the Plaza de Toros de Villena , enclosed and echoing, is the perfect arena — a circular trap where every shout bounces back louder, every chorus becomes collective, and every band feeds off the shared fury of the crowd. Expect circle pits and hoarse voices.Expect lyrics that hit too close to home.Expect sweat dripping from the ceiling and beer on your boots.Expect strangers locking arms and screaming choruses like they’re life rafts. This is not a show you watch — it’s a night you endure, celebrate and remember . With just two days to go , very limited tickets are still available via Ticketmaster — but don’t confuse availability with safety. This one is moving fast, and hesitation is how you end up watching clips on your phone while everyone else is inside losing their minds. This Saturday, Villena won’t whisper — it will roar .This will be loud. This will be messy. This will be necessary. F*ck The Censorship Festival isn’t asking for permission.It ’s already kicking the door in. January 31. Plaza de Toros de Villena.Two days. No censorship. No mercy. Your last chance for tickets: F*CK CNSRSHP

The countdown is on. In just two weeks , Moon Valencia will be shaking at the seams as Hinds roll into town for one of the most anticipated indie rock shows of the winter. On Thursday, 12 February , Valencia becomes the final stop on the band’s Viva Hinds tour — and all signs point to a night that will be loud, sweaty, euphoric and unforgettable. This isn’t just another gig. It’s a tour finale , a victory lap, and a full-volume celebration of everything Hinds have survived, reinvented and reclaimed over the past decade. Hinds began life in Madrid as a scrappy, unfiltered garage-pop explosion — all jangling guitars, crooked smiles and irresistible hooks. What followed was a meteoric rise: international tours, festival main stages, critical acclaim and a fiercely loyal fanbase built on authenticity and attitude. Now streamlined as a duo — Carlotta Cosials and Ana García Perrote — Hinds sound sharper, more confident and more purposeful than ever. The chaos is still there, but it’s focused. The fun hasn’t gone anywhere — it’s just louder. Released in 2024, Viva Hinds isn’t a nostalgia trip — it’s a statement. The album pulses with urgency, resilience and razor-edged pop instincts, and the tour has translated that spirit directly to the stage. Across Spain, shows have been high-energy, emotionally charged and unapologetically direct — the sound of a band fully in control of its identity. Moon Valencia is exactly where this show belongs. Intimate, immediate and gloriously unforgiving, it’s a venue where bands don’t hide behind production — they connect or they crumble. Hinds thrive in this environment, feeding off crowd energy, shouting choruses straight into the room and collapsing the space between stage and floor. Expect sweat, distortion, sing-alongs and moments that feel less like a concert and more like a collective release. With two weeks to go , this show is no longer a “nice option” — it’s a must-see . Whether you’ve followed Hinds from their early DIY days or discovered them through their latest chapter, this Valencia date promises something special: a band at full throttle, closing a tour on their own terms, in a room that demands everything. February 12. Moon Valencia.No safety nets. No filler. Just Hinds — loud and alive. For tickets and more information: Sala Moon Photos © copyright: Sonido Muchacho

Get ready, Valencia — on Thursday, 12 February 2026, Moon Valencia transforms into ground zero for one of Spain’s most beloved indie rock exports. After an electrifying run across the country, Hinds will close out their Viva Hinds tour with a special hometown-energy performance that promises to be equal parts catharsis, chaos and pure garage-pop joy. This isn’t just another date on a tour poster — it’s a full-blown celebration of resilience, reinvention and rock’n’roll spirit from a band that has become one of Spain’s most definitive voices on the international indie scene. Formed in 2011 as a scrappy Madrid outfit initially called Deers , Hinds — now frontlined by Carlotta Cosials and Ana García Perrote — have spent over a decade carving out a unique space in indie rock. What began as rambunctious lo-fi garage pop quickly blossomed into an internationally recognized sound that has taken them from small clubs in Spain to tours across Europe, the United States and beyond. Named after the English word for female deer, Hinds embraced grit and playfulness from the start, mixing raw garage riffs with melodic hooks and a sense of unfiltered joy that instantly connected with audiences. Their early releases via Bandcamp and breakout singles like “Bamboo” and “Trippy Gum” propelled them into the indie conversation, eventually leading to festival slots and critical acclaim. After four years of creative evolution — including the departures of bassist Ade Martín and drummer Amber Grimbergen — Hinds emerged as a leaner, more focused unit. Their fourth studio album, Viva Hinds , released in September 2024, stands as a bold artistic manifesto. Recorded in the French countryside and shaped with the help of producers Pete Robertson and Tom Roach, the record blends visceral emotion with razor-sharp guitars, sharper lyrics, and an invigorating sense of purpose. More than just a collection of songs, Viva Hinds is a declaration — vivacious, unfiltered and unmistakably alive. From potent new tracks to fiery live arrangements that have become hallmarks of their recent shows, the Viva Hinds tour has been an immersive ride for fans across Spain. The Viva Hinds tour wraps in Valencia at Moon, and the stakes couldn’t be higher. This venue’s intimate setting — its packed dance floor, low stage and close-quarters energy — is the perfect crucible for a band that thrives on connection with their crowd. Expect punchy guitar hooks, raw vocal fervor, and moments of communal sing-along that blur the line between artist and audience. Opening the night is Chlöe’s Clue, a Valencian artist whose new EP Nanas Para Adultos adds quiet nuance and warm indie sensibilities that will set the mood before Hinds takes over. For fans who caught previous shows in Barcelona, Madrid or Sevilla, this final dance in Valencia is more than an encore — it’s a climax. The recently renewed lineup — Carlotta’s gritty melodies and Ana’s sharp guitar work — is tighter and more assured than ever, blending the band’s riotous beginnings with the emotional depth of their latest material. For Valencia’s music lovers, Hinds at Moon on 12 February 2026 is set to be one of the standout indie rock nights of the season. Whether you’re a die-hard fan of the band’s early days or you’ve been captivated by Viva Hinds ’ evolution, this concert promises an unforgettable mix of raw energy, emotional resonance and classic garage-pop swagger. Get ready to lose your voice, lift your spirits and — most importantly — live loud with Hinds as they bring down the curtain on a chapter that’s been as vibrant as it has been vivacious. For tickets and more information: Sala Moon Photographs © Sonido Muchacho