KLÖBB – Malmø, Sweden’s only club evening dedicated to Noise.
Malmö has come up with its own answer for a healthy, drug-free, alcohol-free, weekday morning rave – Frukostklubben AKA The Breakfast Club.
The founders of Backyard Sessions, Malmö, envisioned something entirely different. They wanted to change the face of what we call “partying”.
Years of festival training wasn’t enough to prepare me for their superhuman party stamina.
"It’s the cool kid in school with green hair and a shitty nipple piercing you wished you had the guts to be."
"Kiloton is like a genderless knight in floral armour, riding into the mainstream scene of Malmö, to fight the injustices of bad club behavior and bad DJs that can only press play and pause on Spotify."
What you saw wasn’t your imagination, it’s a vision of a possible future
We’ve taken off our shoes, put on our bindis, and turned on the neon lights to dance our tits off in this all-female-DJ tribute to the saint.
The star of Burning Man as well as Boom Festival has descended to the mortal realms of the Malmö underground to take our minds to his whimsical wonderland.
"They talked about themselves and what they have, neither of which were very attention-grabbing."
"This year’s drill is the same as the last: Full power, 24 hour, no toilet, no shower, only brothers, sisters and lovers."
For those of you who don’t know who Sven Väth is, which I sincerely hope is none of you, he is a German DJ.
And not some overpaid jock-strap who wastes his fans’ time by pressing play then jumping around like a big sissy for 2 hours.
How can anyone even stand the pounding beats of Psytrance without being a little high?
Fuck me. It was like Jersey Shore on acid. And it was a serious culture shock.
Malmö’s long-awaited indoor Psytrance party that stretched 12 full hours starting from Saturday night.
It’s an entire wall made up of giant speakers, cranked up to top volume.
Ahora bien…¿en qué se relaciona la palabra histeria y aquelarre con la palabra queer?
I’m not high. Not stoned. Not tripping. Not drunk. Not even tipsy. I was powered purely by the love of life.
Young, fun, full of energy and infectiously dancey, the music of this Swedish 10-person band is what Malmö’s all about – Fusion.
Two relentless dance floors with merciless DJs that spared no thought for our eardrums, and left no room for doubting the sound system.
The house party stands at the very core of the Swedish party scene.
We also discovered a new level of boredom.
Malmö uses the Wall of Sound to defend our sound minds and bodies against fascist pigs.
Listening to Angerfist, the godfather of the hardstyle/hardcore scene, always made me feel like the weird kid in school that no one talks to.
If you’re one of those dirty little boys who hit the clubs just to rub your groin against an unsuspecting female on the dance floor, you’re out of luck here.
I would imagine the scene to look a little scary for someone who’s used to indie pop.
40 gorgeous people donning exquisite Victorian dresses, giant feathered hats, designer tuxedos and original snakeskin leather shoes were hard not to notice.
The longest day of the year is celebrated in Sweden by dancing drunk, and sometimes naked, around a giant penis.
Drums thundered and splashed our bodies with an uncontrollable urge to groove to the primitive beats.