It is one of the most well-known hardcore Aragonese groups of the 1990s, witness of a thousand and one fights and a sting. At the end of February, the group returned to cope with the rise of fascism in Catalonia and offer some concerts, following its fighting philosophy.

And so, at the Gaztetxe de Arrasate we got together a hundred and a peak, on February 2, a Sunday afternoon, following the call that has been repeated from mouth to mouth. As in the concert by Bruce Springsteen, some have brought chairs to line up, but today there is room for everyone.

People are nervously waiting, making room, coming up from behind. After a sample of the txalaparta, the team has begun to play in the canoeing tube of the city. Goodbye worries, remorse, goodbye all. Shocks, sweats, hugs and cuffs raised screaming choirs.

But this is not a rebellious pogo to use. They will push you, but no one will fall. Three times the stranger walked my foot, and at three times the crazy dance stopped and asked me for forgiveness. And in the three of us, we've been singing.

This idiotic aura, perhaps too much, has not fallen out of the sky, of course. Beginners on the subject do not have to know, but the hardcore scene is not like the others. It is based on self-organization and self-management, including the networks of halls, producers and distributors.

Such an initiative can be carried out with great friendship and complicity. It should be noted that mobile phones have only been removed at specific moments for photos and videos. No one needs to tag anyone in the Stories.

They've played quick songs and a whole series of claims filled with metaphors. There's not one song left out. Fans have left gaztetxe with the "Fire to the Sky of the Crows" t-shirt, bathed in sweat and unable to hide their smile. There has been no talk of nostalgia, there have been no battles. What we were and will be, between dances and songs, nothing else.