From the moment Måneskin take the stage behind a red curtain with silhouettes barely visible, the show feels like a declaration: we’re here, we’re glam, and we’re bigger than Eurovision. The band kicks off with “Don’t Wanna Sleep,” then barrels into leather‑clad theatrics, pyrotechnics, grinding guitars, and a full‑on party atmosphere.
What stands out most is how Måneskin have shed the novelty label. Sure, “Zitti e Buoni” gets its moment and the crowd roars in Italian (even though many aren’t native speakers), but that feels less like pandering and more like reclaiming roots. The covers are fewer; the band leans into their own catalogue. They’ve dropped many of their indie disco covers and instead lean heavy into their original material—rock‑pumping, arena‑friendly anthems like “Gasoline,” “I Wanna Be Your Slave,” “Kool Kids.”
Damiano David commands the stage with bravado: leather trousers, shirt off, mic stand grinding, cheeky humour, challenging the crowd. Victoria De Angelis and Thomas Raggi duel on bass and guitar with visceral energy; Ethan Torchio on drums anchors the chaos with powerful precision.
Visually and sonically, the show borrows glam rock tropes—platforms, feather boas, dramatic lighting rigs—but it doesn’t feel derivative. It feels earned. The spectacle enhances, not masks, what the band has become: a unit confident in their identity.
In short: Måneskin in London aren’t just past Eurovision—they’ve transformed it into fuel. They no longer need the contest’s wings; they fly on their own terms, with swagger, hooks, and a live show that proves for many that yes, rock still means something.
