Osborne, a name to watch, brings a unique blend of aggressive punk woven into a heavier mix of trap and rock rap, creating a sound that’s as unpredictable as it is electrifying. Armed with just a drummer and sheer attitude, he tore through his set like a wrecking ball, fusing punk’s raw aggression with rap’s relentless rhythm. His performance was a beautiful mess. Distorted guitar wails, breakneck beats, and rapid-fire lyrics colliding in a chaotic riot. Tracks like 'C.A.$.H.', 'HEARTSTOPPER', 'Fuck The Club Up', and 'GTFOMF' weren’t just played; they were detonated, each one triggering a new explosion in the crowd.
Inside the sold-out Ideal Bar, it feels like the air is thick with anticipation, as if something legendary is unfolding before us. Lambrini Girls, the UK’s fiercest punk duo, don’t just take the stage; they demolish it, igniting a riot of sweat, screams, and pure, unfiltered chaos.
From the first distorted note of 'Big Dick Energy', Phoebe Lunny and Lilly Macieira seize the room in a stranglehold. It’s a whirlwind. Wild, reckless, and completely irresistible. Bodies collide, beer flies, and the room transforms into a glorious, anarchic mess.
Between songs, Phoebe Lunny delivers cutting banter, tearing into societal rot with scathing humour. Whether she’s dismantling toxic masculinity with 'Boys In The Band', skewering nepotism with 'Filthy Rich Nepo Baby', or taking on police brutality with 'Bad Apple', every word is a call to action, every song a battle cry against the status quo.
Despite being just three people on stage, Lambrini Girls command the room with a presence that puts larger bands to shame. Their sound is both razor-sharp and untamed, a perfect storm of snarling basslines, frantic drum fills, and unrelenting vocals. Every moment feels urgent, every lyric a gut punch aimed straight at the systems they rage against.
The energy at Ideal Bar never dips. Lambrini Girls play with the kind of ferocity that reminds you punk isn’t just music, it’s a confrontation, a reckoning. The audience doesn’t just watch; they participate, bodies surging forward, voices raw, screaming along like their lives depend on it.
One of the night’s wildest moments hits when Lunny, mic in hand, climbs onto the crowd, standing on their outstretched hands like a punk messiah. For a second, she owns the room, then she throws herself into the pit. Security? Gone. Control? Never had a chance. This is what punk should be! Raw, lawless, and utterly exhilarating.
By the time 'Cuntology 101' brings the night to a close, the room is a sweaty, chaotic mess. As the lights flicker back on and the crowd spills out into the Copenhagen night, there’s an unspoken understanding among us: something unforgettable just happened. If you weren't there, you missed one of the most exhilarating punk shows Copenhagen has seen in a long time, and we won't be forgetting it anytime soon.
But the chaos isn’t over yet, the tour’s still raging, so don’t sit this one out! Grab your tickets and join the madness!
Nicole Palmlund
Images: Nicole Palmlund
