Rainy Berlin turns sunny for Fontaines D.C. Gig!

It felt almost poetic: after a day of looming grey skies, the sun finally broke through just as Fontaines D.C. took the stage at Zitadelle Spandau. The timing was uncanny, like Berlin itself was bracing for something cathartic.

From the first note, the band delivered with full force. Grian Chatten prowled the stage, tightly coiled and unpredictable, spitting lyrics like they were burning holes in his lungs. The energy was immediate and infectious. The crowd, sweaty, dancy, half-drunk, responded with limbs in the air and boots off the ground. It wasn’t just loud; it was alive.

The set pulled hard from across their discography, blending the jagged urgency of Dogrel with the darker, more melodic weight of Skinty Fia and Romance. Every track hit with precision. There were no dips, no throwaways, just a sustained, emotional assault that never lost momentum.

The crowd was as varied as it was devoted: teenagers in fresh merch, older fans in worn-out boots, tourists, locals, expats — all locked in. You didn’t need to understand every lyric to feel its weight.

Zitadelle, with its fortress walls and wide-open courtyard, was the perfect vessel. The sound roared without losing clarity, echoing into the warm night air as if the stones themselves were part of the band.

By the end, the sun had long disappeared, but the energy hadn't. Fontaines D.C. didn’t just play a show — they ignited something. It was brutal, beautiful, and over far too soon.