Greek mythology placed fire as an element belonging to the gods until Prometheus handed it over to humans. And almost 30 centuries later, fire has once again become the property of the deity. But now it is urban, and among its few chosen ones is Myke Towers. When he ignited the first flame of the tour he kicked off in our country at the Movistar Arena in Madrid, the audience was already in full combustion.
Even before the Puerto Rican artist appeared, the young crowd was already twerking to the rhythm of Calle 13's Atrévete -although practically the only ones born in 2005 were the parents accompanying them- and chanting Bad Bunny's Debí tirar más fotos -awaiting his concerts in the capital- played by the DJ. The lights went out, the first drums sounded, and the scream was heard all the way to San Juan. And as soon as Myke Towers uttered the first words asking how Madrid was doing, with all the mobile phones acting as beacons, the venue exploded.
In just 20 minutes, the singer -the most listened to in our country in 2024, according to Spotify- had already delivered the first two blocks of the eight that make up his show. Hits like Reverendo and Competencia from his last two works; Vetements, his latest collaboration with Eladio Carrión; a frenetic medley of Lala, Girl and Si se da, and he swiftly performed Almas Gemelas, Explicito, Pareja del año, Relacion Rota, and Mi Niña.
Myke Towers barely had time to show some love to his fans -"I fall in love every time a girl in Spain says 'wow, dude' and "those women at the back are very active"- and then the flames returned with Van Cleef and Que quieres de mí from his latest album Lyke Miike. Surrounded by fire, with Madrid feeling like a scorching August day, hits like Sport+, Trending, Ella no es tuya, La capi, and El cielo passed by in a frenzy.
"Everyone here, turn on your phones, I want to dedicate this to all the queens who gathered here today," announced Myke Towers Diosa as the audience cheered him on. The Puerto Rican artist, who wasted no more than a few seconds on each interaction with his audience, stated: "I see a lot of skirts out there." Because no one, not even those on stage, had come to talk. The goal was to set Madrid on fire with every hit that the Puerto Rican artist, regardless of style, from Latin ballads to pure trap, unleashed.
Within less than four minutes, he swiftly delivered, of course with fire and pyrotechnics, a medley of Los Bo, MIB, and Burberry, and brought a guy from the front row on stage with a banner that miraculously read "my dream is to sing Mírenme ahora contigo." And he did, even faster than the artist himself. It was the moment for people to pass through the stage, as two other girls had their mini-moment while Si la calle me llama played. Immediately after, with booming drums, Si la calle me llama and Nueva era followed to complete the first hour of the concert.
The speed was such that not even the words of the Puerto Rican artist could be understood before those two dance hits La playa and Experimento started, leading to the sixth block of the show where six songs were consumed -including Móntate baby and La forma en que me miras- at the same pace as the flames.
This is how the Puerto Rican artist approached the conclusion of a concert that in about 100 minutes condensed 50 songs -an average of two minutes per song- and had over 10 people from the audience joining him on stage, with each interaction directed solely at women, the vast majority among those present at the Movistar Arena. And for the finale, he still had a string of hits in store: his remix of the dembow Fiel by JhayCo, Otra noche, La curiosidad, También, Degenere, and Playa del inglés -the massive hit he shared with Quevedo, whose deep voice resonated through the speakers. Non-stop, pure fire. Literal and metaphorical.
And after all that, the Puerto Rican artist still had the option to ignite one last fire in Madrid -where he performs again on Wednesday- with La falda. With each "esa falda chiquitita que bonita te queda," the decibels and temperatures rose, while the cannons released confetti. And in the midst of it all, Myke Towers, shirtless. The god of fire.