Metallica announce huge Welsh gig for summer 2026
Metallica announce huge Welsh gig for summer 2026
Metallica's record-breaking M72 World Tour will be extended into its fourth year with the announcement of 16 shows in Europe and the UK spanning May, June and July 2026
James Hetfield of Metallica performing on the Pyramid Stage at the Glastonbury Festival at Worthy Farm in 2014
(Image: Yui Mok/PA Wire )
Metallica has announced they will be bringing their world tour to Cardiff next year. The American heavy metal band has confirmed an extension into the fourth year of their M72 World Tour, adding 16 dates in Europe and the UK for May, June, and July 2026.
The band will be performing at the Principality Stadium on Sunday, June 28, 2026. Presale tickets will go on sale for the event on Thursday, May 29, while general onsale tickets will go on sale the following day at 10am on Friday, May 30. Tickets will be available through Live Nation, which you can find out more here, and Ticketmaster, which you can find out more here.
But fan club members will get a head start with pre-sales starting from 11am on Tuesday, May 27, which you can find out more here.
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Since starting the tour in Amsterdam in April 2023, Metallica's M72 tour has attracted around four million concertgoers.
The tour has received rave reviews worldwide, with the likes of Billboard describing it as "an altogether life-affirming experience", while Metal Hammer has described it as "undeniably epic" and Kerrang! remarking it as "triumphant".
The world tour's itinerary will continue with their revered No Repeat Weekend tradition, in which each night of the two-show stands will feature entirely different setlists and support lineups.
The band will begin their world tour in Athens in Greece, before heading to Bucharest in Romania and travelling to Chorzów in Poland, Frankfurt in Germany and other European cities.
Here in the UK, the band will be heading to Glasgow, Cardiff and London.
The band performed in the Welsh capital's former Cardiff International Arena in October 1996.
As per usual, a share of the proceeds from each ticket sold will be donated to local charities through the band's All Within My Hands foundation.
Full dates for Metallica in UK and Ireland 2026:
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June 19 Dublin, Ireland Aviva Stadium+June 21 Dublin, Ireland Aviva Stadium*June 25 Glasgow, Scotland Hampden Park*June 28 Cardiff, Wales Principality Stadium*July 3 London, England London Stadium*July 5 London, England London Stadium
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