Blond

If you've never been to a Blond concert, you've never lived. At some point, everyone has stumbled into a club or festival and been drawn into the incredible maelstrom of the world of Lotta, Johann and Nina – only to strut in loud and proud in glittery outfits the next time around. Because after just a few minutes, you realise that a Blond concert is a goddamn mass. You'll have the accompanying fan chants down pat after a round and a half – and you won't stop singing them even when you've long since been kicked out by security. You sigh along to sweet pop ballads while you take off into distant spheres, you stamp your feet to combative anthems and let yourself be grounded. Blond songs are tinged with appropriate bitterness, but they also always have an embracing irony in store for you, which sends you out of the mass in high spirits and confident of victory.