Straight out of a B‑movie fever dream, Restless Ramone roll into Mendizabala with miles of beer‑soaked highways behind them and a lineup that defies reason: a frontman in a leopard dress and fishnet tights, flanked by a wrestler‑like guitarist, an oversized bass player and a Peaky Blinder‑styled drummer with questionable intentions. Sweat, volume and chaos guaranteed — a live assault on the Trashville stage to prove that real punk can never, ever be tamed.
