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If season 1 hit like a needle straight to the heart, season 2 feels more like a limp swat with a wet dishcloth. HBO takes on Part 2’s tangled story, but ends up with a season that is too short, too rushed, and too afraid of its own darkness.
If you couldn’t care less about quirky prose and glossy postcard prettiness, scroll straight down to the Music — that’s what you’re really here for, after all. But if you’re in the mood for a bit of festival cosiness without being hit by 200 banner ads from Scanlines, settle in and enjoy the ride. It’ll be messy, personal and far too long. A bit like a good festival. Enjoy.
The indie crowd had turned up as if for a major family occasion: Mew’s final concert with Jonas Bjerre as frontman. Melancholy, yes. But also beautiful, warm, and strangely hopeful. Because how do you actually say goodbye to a band that has scored the soundtrack to your youth?
There’s something wildly calming about watching seven men create controlled chaos on a stage, with no one bothering to explain why. The Brian Jonestown Massacre don’t play concerts — they stage séances. And on this May evening at Amager Bio, many of us had said yes to being possessed by noise, crookedness and tambourine devotion.
It always begins with irony. A couple of friends, a couple of beers, and that awkward-ish feeling on the way to a festival you’re not quite sure you love or just love to laugh at. “We Love!” sounds more like an ironic declaration of love written in Comic Sans than the name of a serious festival. But that’s the genius of it. Because after a day in Rødovre with a packed lineup made up entirely of music I know — but won’t admit I like — smiling police officers, a football team on stage, and a man faking violin on a gearbox, you end up... sold. Not ironically. For real.
There is something oddly moving about watching Tom Cruise say goodbye. Not with a bang, but with a hug. Mission: Impossible – Dead Reckoning Part Two feels like a farewell salute from a man who has been running for our entertainment for nearly 30 years — and who still refuses to exit quietly. But maybe he should have put on one more mask.
You can say a lot about youth, but one thing you can’t say is that we’re afraid to feel. It almost felt indecent to even reach for your beer when Rumle Kærså stepped onstage and asked 1,500 people to close their eyes. Because we weren’t there to drink. We were there to be hit.
Their sound is like a shared pulse — and this summer it lands on Refshaleøen. Bicep are bringing their ambitious AV show CHROMA to O Days, and we’re in for a sensory bombardment of visuals, bass and emotional layers.
I’ve never been the type to care much about British garage. Then I heard Dry Your Eyes on a hungover morning, and suddenly it felt as if Mike Skinner had written the diary of my life. Now The Streets are playing Tinderbox, and I’m ready to relive the whole thing — beer in hand, heart on sleeve.
It felt a little like being 17 again. Not in that cringey, nostalgic way, but in the sense of not having a clue what the night would bring — and loving it. Teufel Bash wasn’t polished, wasn’t pretty and wasn’t planned down to the last decimal. And that was exactly why it hit something the big festivals давно forgot: the feeling of being right in the middle of something raw and real.
MagicBox at Tinderbox isn’t just a stage — it’s an emotional rollercoaster with strobe lights and 130 BPM. Afrohouse is peaking this year, and the lineup is dripping with global, rhythmic euphoria. I’ve handpicked the five DJs you absolutely can’t miss, and pointed out the one day you should not leave MagicBox — plus one booking that feels, more than anything, like a joke nobody’s really laughing at.
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.
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.
