Spain/Euskadi 23/2/98 - 17/3/98

Ok, this is meant to be a more or less "short" tour/experience-report to give you people some idea of how it went. I’ve chosen not to digress on the many political/social issues, although it was very tempting to write extensively about the Basque situation, Spanish Libertarian movement, squatscene...etc.etc. Maybe some other time. So here’s for the bandshit:

In this line-up, PCP is now together for about 5 months. We are Oene (guitar; also bass for Fleas And Lice), Pelle (bass; also drums for No I.D. and Fleas And Lice), Rommert (guitar; also guitar for No I.D. and Yphobia), Michael (drums; also drums for Catweazle and Tuco Ramirez), Esther (vocals; also vocals for Urinal Cakes) and Margriet (vocals). Yes, we are truly a so-called incestband! We have nothing released yet but will go into the studio sooner than later.

This was supposed to be the 2nd French/Spanish tour for my other band Catweazle. Everything was already arranged and confirmed, when suddenly our guitarplayer got offered his "dream" job. It was now or never for him and obviously he decided for a certain and bright future. It took some effort, but eventually PCP became the replacement.

For this tour, Eva (driver; also vocals for No I.D.) bought a black Citroën C25 van (1984/LPG). The weekend before this tour, we got the chance to check it out with Catweazle and No I.D. but it broke down on the way to the first gig... So the next week was a race against time and Eva did nothing but repairing.

Monday 23/2 (departure)
Departure at 9 am (we have to drive 500+ km) but there are still things to be fixed on the van so we postpone the departure time. Stress! After replacing the dynamo, checking the battery, reparing a door and some other shit, we decide to leave around 8 pm. The van is totally full, a true puzzle. After 60 km it’s starting to rain hard and we get the first problem: the screenwipers break down. It’s too late for a garage so we call the good ole ANWB road-service. The helpful person learns us a good trick with an elastic but after a while it either breaks or doesn’t work good enough so it’s more or less stunting thru the rain to Luxembourg...

Tuesday 24/2 (Luxembourg)
At 7 am and 10 km before our crash-address, the front wheel-axles are behaving strange. We nevertheless make it to Marek’s place and surprise him at 8 in the morning (he expects us at 6 pm instead...). Due to this new van-problem we have to cancel the first concert in Salt (on Wednesday). One of Marek’s friends recommend us a good Citroën garage in France. We will drive there tomorrow to try have it checked/fixed. All the equipment/stuff is dumped in the house to make the van as light as possible because of the weight on the wheel-axles.

Wednesday 25/2 (Luxembourg)
Today is a crucial day. If the van-problem cannot be fixed, we have to cancel the entire tour. With a couple people we drive to France, the rest stays at Marek’s place. The van drives better now it is unloaded. We’re lucky to arrive early. It’s only the left wheel-axle and Eva brought a good spare one with her so they replace it that afternoon. Back "home" (yes, Marek and his grandmother took very well care of us), we prepare for the trip to Saint-Etienne; and I celebrate with a warm bath. At a local scrap-yard, we get an engine for the screenwipers and fit it in our van. We are lucky that Thursday is a day-off; the first concert in Spain will be on Friday.

Thursday 26/2 (Saint-Etiènne)
We arrive far too late in Saint-Etienne but fortunately Denis and friends give us a warm welcome anyway and even make some warm food for us in the middle of the nite (deja-vu; just like when Catweazle played back in May 97: same food, same place, same time). We have some problems with the payroads. Most of those payroad-employees charge us category 3 tarifs while we belong in the twice as cheap category 1. It must be funny to see a bunch of colorful punks (by now, we are red, yellow, blue and green-haired) getting out of their black van and bothering employees while a long line of cars is waiting to get through. At a giant supermarket, we find food, vegetables and dairy products in the trash-containers. It’s amazing to see what they throw away while it is still good.

Friday 27/2 (Sala "Can Recader"/Castellterçol; with Idem, Xmilk and Subterranean Kids)
For this tour, I only have telephonenumbers of the organisers/contactpersons. No maps or addresses so I have to call around 3 pm each day to check for necessary details. My first experience with Spanish pay-phones is not too good. They steal all your money even if someone isn’t answering your call. I cannot reach the La Roca person so we decide to drive straight to La Roca and just see what happens. We are already late and I decide to do another phonecall. It turns out the concert is moved to another location called Castellterçol, a small village in the mountains. What follows is a crazy small and climbing road. Time to sweat! We arrive around 10:30 pm and see it is a festival that starts around 12 o’clock anyway. After some nice food (very necessary after a whole day in the van), the place, or better yet, the hall begins to fill. Unfortunately I haven’t seen too much of Idem. Xmilk is pretty good and enjoyable and I am very surprised and glad to see that Subterranean Kids are still around. The last time I saw them was in 1988 when they played the infamous W.N.C. squat in Groningen (29/9) and the famous Van Hall in Amsterdam (16/10) with Fugazi and No FX. They now have a new guitarplayer (ex-GRB and a very good driver as well!) and sound brilliant. They even do an old R.K.L. cover so they cannot do any bad for me! PCP has to start around 4 in the morning - Dawn of the Living Dead it is... so we are not that good (understatement). We even receive an hilarious P.A. recording for this show - hahaha! We sleep at Pau’s place in Moia but we lose Margriet on the way without knowing it. The next morning she was brought up safely by the local cops... I’ll make sure to keep my eyes open the next couple of weeks!

Saturday 28/2 (Ateneu Popular/Badalona; with Pink Flamingos)
The weather’s getting warmer now. I phone Badalona, but no luck. Fortunately I brought the maps of the Catweazle tour with me and since we also played Badalona (good memories!) we hope it is in the same place. At the Ateneu we meet with Abraham of E-150, and he confirms we play there. I pick up a brilliant "Andalucia solidaria kon Irak" poster. Later that evening, I get the surprise of my life. Jaska of Força Macabra is standing in front of me.... All the way from Finland?!?! Yes, but he’s visiting his friend and accidently picked up a flyer for this concert. Still crazy to see him again after we both suffered the freezing Selfish "Misery" Euro-tour in January 97. Actually Força Macabra was supposed to tour with Catweazle through Spain in may 97 but they stranded in Poland due to serious van-problems. Oh well. I only saw a small piece of the Pink Flamingo’s set but they sounded quite convinced. Good stuff. Hmm, by now there must be about 4 bands with the name Pink Flamingos... very confusing. It seems PCP is getting faster and faster. The others don’t mind, but I wonder if it sounds better. I promise myself not to run wild too much.

Sunday 1/3 (Atzawara/San Feliú; with Frank Castro and Lovestress)
I phone San Feliú, several times as usual, but no luck... I start to get worried about this telephone-system. With Catweazle it worked well but now it has been not too promising. About 30 km before San Feliú I try again. No luck. I need a telephone-card. These coin-phones are killing me but it seems to be difficult to get those cards. When I return, I see a bunch of people around our van. The organisers of the concert were already looking for us and now picking us up! And there’s even a Dutch person with them! It turns out Frank Castro is a nice fellow from Holland and tours around Spain with his German friend under the name Gumdrum. Arriving in San Feliú, we decide to check out the sea. Later, at the nice concertplace, not too many people show up. Lovestress from Hostalric is pretty good and sound very new school. Lots of midtempo metallic pieces. Their drummer has one of the most original cymbals I’ve ever seen; however, it makes no sound at all - too bad. Next, Frank Castro did his show - very techno with lots of symbolic shit and theatrical content. When PCP hit the stage, most people already left. Nevertheless it was a nice gig with lots of fun. Here we also met the people who organised the (cancelled) concert in Salt. Fortunately no hard feelings. Sleepingplaces are in a beautiful squatted villa about 15 km north from San Feliú, in the middle of nowhere.

Monday 2/3 and Tuesday 3/3 (days-off in Zaragoza)
We have the choice of staying one more day in this villa and do nothing or head towards Zaragoza and party til we drop... Ofcourse we decide for the last option. I phone Zaragoza, but no luck. I get a fax-machine instead. I’m definitely worried. We just go for it and see in Zaragoza what to do. At least I remember the streetname for the Ateneo Libertario (where Catweazle played last year). After several useless phonecalls, we arrive at 12 in the night and find the Ateneo Libertario. Ofcourse it’s closed but there we find a beautiful poster for the concert (and see we play with Kochise from France). It turns out we play somewhere else. We go to that address but it’s closed as well. What to do? Stuck in Zaragoza? NO WAY. We call Groningen for the address and phonenumber for one of our Zara-friends. This turns out succesfully and we head for Anjel and Ursula to surprise them at 3 in the night! Nevertheless they are happy to see us. Good for us.

Tuesday we are dumped at Susana’s place and she becomes our official guide and Spanish teacher. I finally get to buy a telephonecard. This will surely save alot of money. In the evening we carry all the equipment to the Entropia local and check out the irresistable Mala Raza shop. I see ALL my bandmembers plus Eva looking for money. It’s definitely a good day for Budi and co. Here I bought some of the best punk/hardcore, also thanks to David who recommends me such bands as Banda Jachis (ex-Maniatica and without doubt one of my current favorites), Chicharrica and Habeas Corpus. Later that evening Kochise arrive all the way from La Coruña (9 hour drive), but leave for their sleepingplaces soon.

Wednesday 4/3 (Centro Sociale Entropia/Zaragoza; with Kochise)
Relaxing in the afternoon and the chance to take a shower. We listen to the Castellterçol tape and have a look in the city. I notice on several hilarious posters that this area/province is struggling for independance as well. Put Aragon back on the map. Later that day at the C.S.A. I meet with some people who were at the Catweazle gig last year. The concertcellar is very cosy and not too big. I like small places best. Kochise is great. They do alot of effort to spread their message internationally (translations in English and Castillian). Musically they’re very divers. This is a band I prefer seeing/hearing live than hearing on record. During the PCP set, I wreck my bassdrumpedal. It causes a long break. This is the start of a wreckage drumtour. I promise not to run wild on my drumstuff too much... After the concert, we have dinner at 3 in the night and next is party til dawn.

Thursday 5/3 (day off on the road)
Day of the Dead.... Cordoba is almost 700 km so we decide to leave today and make a pitstop in Madrid. In the meantime I have learned to phone the organisers at least a couple days before. This time it works! I get complete information and directions! Hurrah! We arrive in the El Laboratorio squat at around 11 pm and can stay there for the night. Around midnight, I find by accident Angel/Victimas Del Progreso and co. in the irresistable Fobia local. We make an appointment for the next day, coz some of us want to spend some more pelas.

Friday 6/3 (Muenmo/Palma Del Rio; with Opahostil)
At 12 at the Fobia shop, we meet with Pepe and Canino of Sin Dios! Word spreads fast. Pepe speaks English quite well and there’s alot to discuss (I already knew Canino by email). They want to organise an extra concert for us in Madrid on 10/3 together with Sin Dios! For me (here I go again, I cannot praise them enough) Sin Dios are one of the finest bands around today (musically as well as lyrically - all you non Spanish people: check out the English translations for the Guerra A La Guerra release), and I was already excited to play with them in Vitoria on 14/3. So much to discuss, so little time... Too bad we already have to leave. We arrive in Cordoba around 7:30 pm; we are expected around 7 so nothing’s serious. On the street, I start to ask around for the place but nobody knows the address. Someone shows me a city-map of Cordoba and the streetname is NOT on it... We start to get worried. I phone again but the guy is already at the concert so I get stuck with his mother who only understands and speaks Spanish. Eventually, we find out the concert is in a small village called Palma Del Rio and is 60 km south of Cordoba! We start driving and take the wrong road. After 50 km, we take a small road: only 32 km straight to Palma Del Rio. Ok! It turns out to be the road to hell. Better yet, the road through hell coz it is barely driveable... a 25-30 km/h road under heavy construction this is. Poor van, poor equipment, poor PCP people - the next one-and-a-half hour we are jolted to pieces... At 10:30 we get to the concertplace, a small but very cosy bar. Fortunately, Maro and the crowd are still waiting for us and were even trying to find us earlier that evening but ofcourse we took the road-of-death no-one dares to take. After setting up the equipment, Opahostil started and blew me away with some excellent hardcore. I don’t know what it is, but most Spanish bands seem to have 2 guitarplayers. Powerful shit for sure! During our set, the ceiling came down. Very chaotic. After 30 minutes the cops arrive. Noiseproblems. We are allowed to play one more song, so we play 5 songs as 1. During the 4th, the guitaramplifier breaks down. Someone threw beer in it. End of concert, goodnite.

Saturday 7/3 (Stagedoor/Fuengirola; with Manneken Pis and Freak Show)
It must be around 30 degrees Celcius.... I hear stories that it is very cold and snowing in Groningen. I’m happy. I call Fuengirola. I am very reserved but it is unbelievable - someone is actually answering the phone! I cannot help but be suspicious - there must be something wrong, this goes too smooth. I get directions but no addres... I have to call again when we arrive in Fuengirola because the place seems to be hard to find. Hmm. Reaching Malaga, we run into more and more tourists especially big touringcars with Germans who are baffled by our appearance and noisy black van. The last couple days we experienced how it is to have a dual exhaust-pipe. It more or less bursted and now we keep it together with iron wire. However, it explodes now and then plus during a cold start, it smokes ALOT from both sides. Fortunately we drive on LPG, so we don’t feel THAT guilty about polluting the...errr, our environment. And yes, now we finally get rid of the Politically Correct Punx abbreviation. In Fuengirola we get stopped by the local cops. Always act like stupid tourists and ask for directions even if it doesn’t make sense. Local cops often want to be nice. However, watch your mouth with Guardia Civil. They are evil. Anyway, I phone again but ofcourse no-one’s answering. We run into the singer of Manneken Pis and he says we’re near the place. We finally find it, block the traffic and see we will play in some sort of disco/karaoke bar! The owner is a crazy Englishman and ex-manager for bands like Motley Crüe. You know, real rock and roll. He wants to book us for the Pamplona fest. Hilarious! Later I heard Active Minds got offered a simular deal. Yes, we definitely have a good time here. Manneken Pis does a soundcheck. I am totally impressed. I need to hear more of this band. We eat and sleep in the local Ateneo Libertario. This will be our home for the next 2 days. I start to bump my head in several doorways. People laugh, it’s funny. I’m not that tall but obviously still bigger than the average spanish person. Margriet get bad news from Groningen. There was a burglary in her house. Fortunately, friends are taking care of it but it’s not really restful.

Manneken Pis starts off and as I said before, they’re quite impressive. The bodypainted singer looks surreal. I’ll try to get a tape. Now, the place is getting full. Freak Show plays a homegame and tired organiser Dani turns out to be a true drum-animal. I was never too fond of their 7"ers, but this is totally different. I am a sucker in describing bands and music but this is very energetic and convincing. I guess you gotta see this live. If I understand well, they’ll tour Europe later this year. I fuck up a lot of songs during the PCP set but people seem to enjoy it anyway. Later that nite I decide to hit the sack, the rest goes out to party. I "discover" some other painful doorways, especially the one to the roof is dangerous. Some of us sleep outside. It’s warm!

Sunday 8/3 (day-off in Fuengirola)
We get a phonecall from Cordoba. Opahostil tried to organize an extra concert for us on 9/3 but it failed. But if we’re in Cordoba, we can always stay at the local squat. We get another phonecall from Madrid that the extra concert with Sin Dios on 10/3 will happen. Wow! I’m looking for a helmet. This headbumping is no fun anymore and I start to really suffer pain. I begin to dislike this building. I am told this house used to be some sort of a police-office.... for local police that is...

We go to the beach, eat vegetarian bocadillo’s, play soccer on the streets or behave like your average tourist only we look different and get guided by two insiders. In the evening we eat pizza on the roof of our temporary home. In the meantime the place is getting filled with friendly people and we salute the night again in the open air!

Monday 9/3 (day-off on the road)
We decide not to drive to Madrid in one day but to crash first at the Casa Okupada in Cordoba and do Madrid the next day. We find out we are locked into our home... I experienced this situation before in Germany with Catweazle/Selfish and it was NOT GOOD, especially when you ought to leave. We remove the lock from the door (there was no other way) and free ourselves. We put all the stuff in the van, fit the lock back on the door and are shown the right way to Cordoba by buddies Dani and David.

We arrive in Cordoba at around 7 pm. I phone the Opahostil people, but no one answers. We find the squat by ourselves. This is really big. It looks like a church with a huge annex to it. We have a hard time finding the right entrance. It seems nobody is in. I get uncomfortable because there’s a really big police-station next to the squat, and we are already waiting 1 hour next to this building. Finally someone is coming at the door. He seems to be a bit paranoia. It appears he’s the only person inside and the squat can get evicted any moment... According to the situation, it is not too smart to stay there any longer. However, he gave us the choice. We decide not to take any risk and head straight for Madrid anyway. After taking another good look inside the squat (it’s fabulous), I phone the Fobia local and they arrange for us a welcome-committee at the C.S.O. El Laboratorio at 3 o’clock in the morning!

Tuesday 10/3 (C.S.O. El Laboratorio/Madrid; with Menos Que Nada and Sin Dios)
After a couple hours sleep, we finally meet with Txus, our initial contactperson in El Laboratorio. We get a really nice and interesting tour through the squat. Great! They have 2 concertplaces: Al Cielo (Heaven) and Al Infierno (Hell). I prefer Hell (more like a bar, very small stage) but it would be too noisy for the neighbourhood so we will play Heaven (more like a slaughterhouse, very big stage). Around 6 pm, people start showing up to prepare for the concert. I love to see all those hard-working punks! We are too tired to do a soundcheck so Sin Dios does all the shitwork. Thank you very much. I see alot of people coming for this concert. For something organized in 3 days and on a weekday, this is truly amazing! I get to talk with some guys that saw Catweazle play at the Ateneo Libertario de Villaverde. Crazy, I always thought we, this band Agarrate and Angel plus Jorge we’re the only people present at that time....

Menos Que Nada was very varied. Ultra fast hardcore but also midtempo punkrock! Very enjoyable. Sin Dios = estupendo. Period. They remind me alot of Seein’Red but musically Sin Dios are much more diversified and interesting. I wish I could understand what they say in between songs. Must learn some Spanish. PCP was chaotic and out of tune. I know, I’m not very objective about our own music but this is a PCP tourreport so what’s the use of ignoring your own band. Shit, I see I broke a crash cymbal. I promise...

Wednesday 11/3 (day off on the road)
Long drive to Baiona in Galicia. No one knows a place to crash in between Madrid and Baiona so we decide to just drive, see where we end up and eventually squat a building for the night. The road from Benavente to Vigo is going through the middle of nowhere. We drive through some impressive landscapes, reminding me alot of Norway. Holland is boringly flat. Sometimes good for getting a free mind but overal it is too boring. Give me mountains anytime. It looks like we can get to Baiona in 1 day! Some lights on the dashboard start to flicker... We have it checked at a garage. Nothing serious. I pick up the phone again and surprise our contact that we arrive one day earlier. I know it is not usual for bands to arrive too early. We like being an exception. In Vigo (steep roads!) we are escorted to the local C.S.O./squat where we’ll have a good sleep.

Thursday 12/3 (Tijuana/Baiona)
The afternoon we spend in Baiona at the sea and the castle. The coast reminds me alot of Brittany. Very rocky with wild waves. The concertplace is a bar and we play solo for the first time. It starts early so we do a quick soundcheck and start off around 8:30 pm! There’s quite alot of people. I also see some very young children dancing.... Is this for real? Do I begin to suffer the consequences of serious headbumping? I still feel the pain. We have to stop after 40 minutes because I broke all my drumsticks... After the concert, a large group of punks enter the place. Too late! We get them some drinks instead to ease their pain. Around 1 am we have to head back to the C.S.O. in Vigo. Then those late-comers suddenly start to blame us for playing too early, that it cost them alot of money, blah blah blah... and while we leave, we get the finger and words... Real punkrock!

Around 2:30 am we are taken by surprise by this same group of rockers. They got a lift to Vigo from this tipsy and crazy English schoolmistress; and they all come to bother us some more. I’m lucky enough to have my set of earplugs at hand so at least there is some hours of sleep left for me.

Friday 13/3 (Centro Sociale/Gijon; with Poblacion Superflua)
We check some carbreaking-yards on the way, for a new exhauster but it’s too expensive. The road to the C.S.A. is easy. I don’t need to call coz I remember it from last time (a beautiful selfmanaged place in a C.N.T. building). We finally meet with our tourmaster and co. Have to get some sticks first before shops close. Cheap! I wonder about prices for cymbals... It’s great to see all those friends again - almost like a reunion. P.S. is fun. Sounds very sloppy at times but certainly has it’s charm. Not too many people showed up but we all seem to have fun. It’s Friday the 13th and I break the rest of my cymbals... Two more crashes and one hiat-cymbal. Fuck, this is going to cost me. After the concert we wait an hour for the C.S.A.-crew. They love to clean. We love to plaster walls. Together we visit some bars and in one place we learn from Uge and co. how to drink cider properly.

Saturday 14/3 (Gaztetxe/Vitoria Gasteiz, with Vertical Smile, Corazon Negro and Sin Dios)
I was looking forward to do this concert alot. It is a benefit for Anarchist Prisoners, kind of Anarchist Black Cross. We arrive in time and meet with Sin Dios and Vertical Smile. In the meantime I have another deja-vu. Well, more or less. This one is concerning cars bumping into eachother. When we played here with Catweazle, we had 2 cars bumping into our brand new but expensively rented van. Plus, another van drove off one of our side-mirrors. This time we bump into another (brand new) Citroen van. Actually, I am to blame... (Hope the owner is not reading this) I give directions to our driver but am totally distracted when I see Pepe offering me the "Alerta Antifascista!" LP. Alerta indeed, because now our van is cutting deep into the left side of another one and destroys a great deal of the back lights. We look around to find the owner but no luck (for him/her). After getting some drinks, we see the van is gone. Probably all-risk insured?! Our van has only small damage.

Inside, they show a video about prisoners and hungerstrike. I wish there was someone to translate but Sin Dios are vanished. I meet with Inaki, organiser for our next and last concert in Bilbao tomorrow. He explains a bit about the video. There’s coming more and more people. I hear Corazon Negro can not make it because yesterday his (this band is 1 person) squatted house was set on fire by nazi’s. When Vertical Smile starts to play, it is full in front of the stage. This is a weird band. Songs sound like Unity/Uniform Choice, then like total punkrock and typical NYHC or straight forward old-school hc.... pfff, I already mentioned I’m not good in describing bands. Can’t wait to hear something new from them. PCP plays second. There’s a big crowd in front of the stage. We begin to feel like rockstars and put on our sun-glasses. Suddenly we have a seventh bandmember hopping all over the stage and stirring up the crowd. I don't know what to think about it. After our concert, I run into alot of old friends - they come from all over: Bilbao, San Sebastian, Valladolid (hello Urbano!), Zaragoza, Madrid and even Bordeaux!! Impressive. Then it’s time for Sin Dios. Now I see they are quite popular. Everybody’s singing along and they also have an extra member on stage... Actually, it is the same person we had but now she is doing some serious shitwork as well, like putting the syndicalist flag up. After 30 minutes they get another member. This one is different. She is very present and physical. It’s obvious she loves the band... Nevertheless, Sin Dios are totally convinced and very combativo. Petje af! At 2 am eat dinner, talk alot and say goodbye to Pepe. Off to Josu’s place and have some sleep.

Sunday 15/3 (Gaztetxe Leioa/Bilbo; with Restons Sobres)
Last day of the tour. We have a shower (finally!), make some hot food and watch the Guindalera video (Super-Okupados!). I feel like reborn (before, I felt more like Super-Kostra) and we drive with Inaki to the Leioa Gaztetxe. It is a very nice place, almost like a barn, just outside industrial Bilbao. We unload the van and we meet with Alberto from Vertical Smile to pick up his vocal-equipment. We also meet with old friends Javi MRHC, Txakoly and a couple others. Cool. Back at the Gaztetxe, we see another band will play. Not too many people show up but some bunch from Portugalete do (hello Javi!). Restons Sobre is great. Lots of catchy and fast songs. What to say about PCP? It was the last concert. We have to go home again...sob. But first, listen to a local, singing A Las Barricadas out loud (but straight from the heart) and we preepare for dinner at 3 in the night. Also I hear old Dutch band Disgust (1984) coming out of the loudspeakers.... crazy! I’m sure I will miss all this shit when we’re home.

Monday 16/3 (Nantes)
Long, long drive. So far, we have had no difficulties at or around the borders at all. We arrive late in Nantes but get welcomed by Romain and Bolzer. We get warm (!) food at 1 am and a good place to sleep.

Tuesday 17/3 (home)
This is definitely the longest drive I have ever done in one day. At 8 am, the day starts promising: we cannot start the van - the battery seems to be dead. After 30 minutes we find a friendly car-driver to help us out. It works! We drive and drive and drive and arrive around 1 am in rainy Groningen. Back home again. I hope to go back sooner or later, with or without a band.

Thanks and hello to:
Uge The Tourmaster, Fidel, Chuto, Payo, Anjel, Ursula, Budi & David/Mala Raza, Susana/Entropia, Pau, Raul/Xmilk, Boliche/Subterranean Kids, Italiano, Beni, Carlos & Abraham/E-150, David/San Feliú, Frank/Gumdrum, Jordi, Javier, Didak, David & Dani/Freak Show, Manneken Pis, Antonio, Josu, Iñaki, Alberto & Javi/Vertical Smile, Angel/Fobia, Pepino, Canino & Pepe/Sin Dios, Jorge/Propulsion, Maro & Juan, Txus/El Laboratorio, Romain, Denis and co., Marek & Granny, Iñigo/Restons Sobres and the one’s I forgot to mention. C-U all next time!