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The two French men behind Justice have trashed hotel rooms, won Grammys, and staged an opera with no audience. Now they’re playing O Days Festival — and I’m still hoping someone shouts “We Are Your Friends,” even though it’s been 20 years since that was cool.
I knew it would be good. What I didn’t expect was a concert in which Royal Arena turns into a pop-cultural stage change of light, machinery and manic self-mythologizing. Tyler, The Creator doesn’t just play music — he stages himself as his own masterpiece.
You know you’re in Copenhagen when someone decides to build a recording studio in the middle of a boutique hotel. And you know it works when it’s Jacob Bellens and Martin Skovbjerg (yes, the one from AV AV AV and those visuals that feel like a seizure of beauty) behind it.
Season 7 of Black Mirror serves up six new episodes, balancing technological satire, sci-fi experiments and meta-commentary. The result, unfortunately, is uneven, and the series’ ability to mirror reality weakens when its ideas drift too far from both relevance and resonance.
Kesi took the stage like a man who had invited the whole city to his own coronation — and everyone showed up, ready to bow. Royal Arena was sold out, it was Saturday night, and Danish hip-hop suddenly looked like something you could take seriously with champagne in your glass. It smelled faintly of a milestone. And that’s exactly what it was.
Aarhus hummed with musical curiosity as SPOT Festival 2025 opened with a day that embraced everything from tender pop to experimental jazz and raw metal. The audience was met with a wide spread of new names, and if one thing was clear, it was this: the Danish music scene is not standing still — it’s bubbling over.
An epic night with Billie Eilish, whose music and presence filled Royal Arena with an intensity that reached every last soul.
Some festivals demand earplugs and elbows. O Days is not one of them. It’s a kind of cultural detox for grown-ups with a taste for aesthetics, French electronica and natural wine. Welcome to Refshaleøen’s best-dressed gathering, where nobody is bellowing along to “Smuk som et stjerneskud,” and even the bins look as if they were designed by a former Louisiana curator.
Tinderbox is the kind of festival where you can shout along to Basket Case, cry to Love on the Brain, and park your worst life decisions in a Ferris wheel above Odense. It’s not just a music festival — it’s a kind of sensory explosion, where pop, rock and techno mix with draft beer, glitter and sunshine in a can.
The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom dares to do something most games never do: trust your imagination. There isn’t one right answer — only your own. It’s freedom as play, where even the wildest solutions work because they’re yours. You start out confused and end up in love.
Friday at Roskilde. One of those days when you can feel the festival leaning hard into making you feel something. Whether that ends in euphoria, confusion, or something in between, time will tell. One thing is certain: Saint Levant has to prove he can carry a stage, Olivia Rodrigo has to own Orange, and Electric Callboy are set to blow the minds of anyone who didn’t know they were into metal with flashing lights.
When Thursday feels like Monday, Roskilde’s Thursday is a bit of a loose end. First Days are over, Orange has opened — but the programme still feels like it’s waiting to wake up. You’ve got the sun on your neck, not quite enough sleep, and a need for something that can bring you back into your body. This isn’t the day with the most must-sees — but here are six names that might surprise, seduce, or at the very least keep you away from camp for a couple of hours.
A Roskilde before Roskilde. Wednesday, July 2 at Roskilde is its own discipline. You’re not really underway yet — but you’re not exactly sober either. You’re groping for a rhythm, a mood, an excuse to stay out all night. Luckily, Wednesday’s lineup has enough sound and light to set the tent canvas glowing. Here are our five clear picks for who you should see.
Saturday at Roskilde 2025 is a strange, beautiful, bewildering cocktail of huge names, queer energy, TikTok stars, depressive uncle rock and a trillion drums riding on amapiano beats. It’s the kind of day when you might as well leave reason in the tent and just try to keep up.
Wednesday at Roskilde is a discipline in itself. You’re not really in the swing of it yet — but you’re not exactly sober either. You’re groping for a rhythm, a mood, an excuse to stay out all night. Luckily, Wednesday’s lineup has enough sound and light to set the tent canvas glowing. Here are our five clear picks for who you should catch.
Welcome to Apropos’ love letter to Wonderfestiwall on Bornholm 2025. A festival where sea, sky, ruins and green hills melt into a stage that feels almost too magical to be real. This isn’t about being the biggest, the fastest or the wildest. It’s about doing things properly — the Bornholm way. So yes, we love Wonder. And here’s what you absolutely shouldn’t miss:
One can only hope Tom Hardy has a serious talk with his agent after this. Havoc on Netflix is one long, blood-soaked slog, where even the best actors have to wade through a script so thin it makes you want to call for a grown-up.
On 17 July 2024, Lunden in Horsens was transformed into a resonant chamber for two of the strongest live bands of our time. Mew and The War on Drugs met in the open, green amphitheatre — and let their melancholic sound worlds mirror each other in the summer light.
Mark Tremonti walked onstage without any grand gestures, but with a Gibson slung over his shoulder and a clear mission: let the music do the talking. And it did — in a concert where technical mastery and sensitivity found each other in rare harmony.
Silvana Imam stepped onto the stage at Lille VEGA on 6 April 2025 with a presence that instantly filled the room. Her gaze was steady, her voice clear, and the message unmistakable. This was not just a concert; it was a statement.
Andreas Odbjerg’s concert at Royal Arena was a party — but not just the noisy kind. With guests, a twinkle in his eye, and his signature blend of self-irony and pop instinct, he hit both the dance floor and the heart.
Post Malone walked into Royal Arena with a Bud Light in hand and an “I ♥ Copenhagen” T-shirt on his back. He wanted to be both global superstar and good company, but the concert ended up somewhere in between.
Royal Arena smells of reheated nachos and nostalgia. Fred Durst shows up in a neon-yellow T-shirt and pink shorts, looking like a dad who has just discovered rave culture. It’s charming and slightly awkward. Just like the concert itself.
There is still something special about D-A-D playing in the capital. But at Forum Black Box on 31 January 2025, it was not the triumph many had hoped for. The band had been touring solidly with their new album Speed of Darkness, and both pyrotechnics and audience were ready.
There are series that try to be subtle. And then there is Outlander. Nothing here is small, and that is exactly the charm. For seven seasons, Claire and Jamie have fought history itself — against empires, disease, slavery, violence, and the constant risk of losing each other to time’s insatiable current. But Outlander season 7 feels neither like repetition nor exhaustion. It feels like a culmination. A beautiful, brutal, and often overblown symphony about love, trauma, and survival in a world where nothing is given — and everything can be taken.
