A Colossal Weekend 2022

author AP date 03/06/22

A Colossal Weekend has been the go-to gathering for connoisseurs of the avant-garde, experimental and progressive forms of heavy music in Denmark — sort of like a miniature version of Roadburn. It is, however, not a full-fledged festival in the sense that apart from a slew of concerts, there is not too much else happening around the four venues: VEGA’s smaller hall and the Ideal Bar downstairs, the Basement right next door, as well as the intimate Råhuset some 1.5 kilometres away. Indeed, mostly attending ACW feels like watching three headlining shows with lots of support bands — when there is no music, the attendees are left to their own devices in terms of finding food and spaces to hang out, the tiny courtyard in front of the entrance to Basement being the only official area with its mobile outdoor bar. As such, compared to most of our festival features, there is not a whole lot to say about the overall setting and atmosphere here. The line-up, however, deserves a special mention, as the booking team at COLOSSAL did an astonishing job, piecing together their biggest, most diverse poster to date and attracting both domestic and international fans to Copenhagen in numbers that resulted in the festival selling out weeks in advance of its commencement. Just take a look at this:

Unfortunately, our little webzine was only able to send one writer to cover the festivities this year — myself — meaning that some tough decisions had to be made as to which artists would be reviewed. As such, compared to Roadburn the month before, the selections in this article are perhaps a bit less adventurous and more reflective of my own taste, almost certainly leaving a number of gems undiscovered. But do let us know what I missed out on in the comments section below if so!

All photos courtesy of Peter Troest & Lykke Nielsen


Kollapse @ 18:30 in Basement

I’ve been meaning to catch this post-metal trio from the northern Danish city of Aalborg for some time now, having enjoyed their sophomore album “Sult” much more so than our editor-in-chief based on his review. But unfortunately, theirs is also a set that becomes emblematic of the sound problems that all of the domestic artists are afflicted by during the weekend in this particular venue. Their raw and reverberating mix generates a layer-blending clang that renders their music more sludge than post-metal, with only really drummer Peter Drastrup’s varied rhythms bringing some texture to the table as far as the audience is concerned. Seemingly unaware of the poor audio conditions, the guitar- and bass-wielding frontmen are nonetheless putting a day’s labour into their respective performances, facing and feeding off one another as they exchange growls and kneel down to twist and turn the knobs on their myriad effect pedals. There are moments of melody, such as the atmospheric beginning of “Der hvor jeg tænker er der altid mørkt”, that do manage to penetrate the maelstrom of noise whirling through the venue, and offer glimpses into the vast and enveloping soundscapes that reside on the aforementioned “Sult”. But overall, there is not much of a difference between the feedback generated by the two axes left resting against the amps when the concert ends, and how most of the actual music sounds as it mercilessly echoes off the concrete that makes up every surface of this venue. Such a shame. [5]

Bruit < @ 19:45 in Lille VEGA

Bruit < was one of the hidden gems I unearthed at this year’s Roadburn, where the post-rock/modern classical outfit was even joined by a live brass section. But even without these extra musicians to bolster their ranks, the French quartet soon has the audience spellbound by virtue of opening track “Industry”, which certainly lends credence to their moniker: noise. The band’s music strikes me as a mixture of Mono and Nordic Giants, with thought provoking spoken word segments blending with electronic bass drops, intense build-ups, and towering crescendos delivered at a paralysing volume. It is music to be overwhelmed by, to immerse oneself in — and it seems to have this effect not only on the audience, but also the four musicians themselves. Whether he is stroking his violin or plucking at his bass guitar, Clément Libes is constantly in throes of passion, while to his right, guitarist Théophile Antolinos and cellist Luc Blanchot are not just playing, but putting their entire bodies into getting sound out of their instruments whenever their songs reach their full magnitude. But while these massive walls of noise are, without question, the most striking aspect of Bruit <’s music, there is something to be said of the balance that exists within their songs, too. These quieter, cinematic passages not only deliver contrast, but also serve to to underscore just how well cello and violin fit the post-rock palette. I am overcome by shivers more than once from the purr and vibrato of these classical instruments, and left gasping for breath when they combine with guitar, bass and electronic effects into tempestuous tides of noise. Bruit <’s concert here is thus a stunning fusion of expressive showmanship and cathartic music — one that earns a well deserved minutes-long ovation from a stunned audience. [9]

Psychonaut @ 20:30 in Basement

After a strong recommendation from our writer KW, I enter the Basement six minutes into this Belgian trio’s concert, immediately noting that the first song “Halls of Amenti” (off their début album “Unfold the God Man” from 2018) bears an uncanny resemblance to “Crack the Skye”-era Mastodon. Indeed, their music seems to conform to that same progressive, and at times psychedelic take on the sludge metal genre, with bassist Thomas Michiels and guitarist Stefan de Graef trading vocals against grooves laid down by drummer Harm Peters that are straight out of Brann Dailor’s playbook. This is Psychonaut’s first concert in Scandinavia (and the furthest away they’ve been from Belgium yet, we are told), so it is no surprise to find the three musicians putting on a show with a capital S, throwing themselves around the stage, and never once giving their necks a break from headbanging during their set. The contrast between melodic vocal harmonies and scorching sludge riffs works wonders in tracks like the penultimate “Kabuddah”, but even so the climax arrives with the last song “The Fall of Consciousness” and its marching, trippy, instrumental crescendo, which earns another bout of lengthy and thunderous applause from the sizeable audience. The time is ripe for a sophomore album to arrive from this gang, and hopefully once that hurdle has been cleared, they’ll return to our shores for a longer headlining concert in the near future! [8]

Spirit Adrift @ 21:30 in Lille VEGA

In another inauguration, the classic doom metallers of Spirit Adrift from Austin, TX are playing their first ever concert in Denmark — yet I am detecting much less excitement in the quartet than in Psychonaut. Unlike the Belgians, however, this band is on tour with tonight’s headliners Yob and as such, their set does not seem geared toward a festival appearance, where the audience is specifically there for them. It feels very much like another day at the office for Spirit Adrift, though as far as the technical execution of their material goes, there is little to complain about. Whether it is the moody, gloom ridden “Divided by Darkness” (the title track to their 2019 effort), the serious ‘Sabbath vibes given off by the lamenting vocals of frontman Nate Garrett in “Curse of Conception”, or the vigorous stomp of “Ride into the Light”, there are plenty of pentatonic riffs of the Tony Iommi school, delicious guitar solo antics, and nostalgic, classic heavy metal stylings to gorge on during the band’s set. One would just wish their showmanship were more intense, or at the very least more present; the two session musicians — guitarist Leanne Martz and bassist Sonny DeCarlo — look like mere stage props for swathes of the concert, with Garret himself really the only member stepping forward and interacting with his crowd. This is not the Danish début I had hoped for from a band that has grown on me ever since “Chained to Oblivion” came out in 2016, but hopefully things will be different if and hopefully when the outfit returns for a headlining show sometime in the future. [6]

Yob @ 23:05 in Lille VEGA

“It’s been at least three years since we’ve been here, but it may as well have been 18 years to be honest”, exclaims Yob’s frontman Mike Scheidt in the middle of this iconic stoner doom unit’s show. Lockdowns and travel restrictions had a huge impact on touring, and now that all of that is mostly in the rear view mirror, it seems like most artists are hellbent on making up for the lost time. Indeed, this trio is on fire tonight, putting in the best performance I’ve seen from them yet; their showmanship is animated, but above all, from a technical perspective it sounds tighter than a hangman’s noose. The focus of their setlist tonight is the period from 2005 to 2011, which comprises the three records “The Unreal Never Lived”, “The Great Cessation” and “Atma” — three perfect albums for showcasing the group’s penchant for creating music that is simultaneously atmospheric and seismically heavy. It looks as though Scheidt and his two compatriots, bassist Aaron Rieseberg and drummer Travis Foster, seem borderline ecstatic about revisiting these old favourites, forgetting all about their belonging to the slow and lumbering doom genre and instead unleashing themselves unto us with intense energy. Rieseberg especially completely loses himself during a razor sharp rendition of “Upon the Sight of the Other Shore”, while during “Adrift in the Ocean”, the three musicians reach a performative and musical symbiosis that is bordering on the spiritual. So when “Grasping Air” finally brings the show to a conclusion some 75 minutes later, it is no surprise that, once again, the crowd amassed in front of the main stage spends several minutes loudly cheering and applauding what they’ve just experienced. [9]


A Burial At Sea @ 18:00 in Ideal Bar

The least heavy thing on my schedule is this lounge set by the Liverpool-based math rock outfit A Burial at Sea, whose uplifting tone and quirky song structures represent the perfect pick-me-up ahead of two more evenings full of live music. Compared to most other bands playing at ACW ’22, I find it striking that this quartet has a kind of ragtag look about them, with no agreed upon uniform between them. It fits the raw, experimental style of their music well though, as their soundscape is a patchwork of influences that range from collective folk singing to noodling, arcade-like guitar leads — and even the occasional break into a punkish rhythm. The band’s songs are laced with trumpet melodies by John Naylor and, at times, guitarist Joel Durksen, producing some quite avant-garde passages in songs like the standout “Lest We Remember” and the set closer, the name of which escapes me. And while the band’s songs are seldom very voluminous, there are also a handful of crescendos that verge on walls of noise, similar, in a way, to the Danish act Mew at their loudest and richest. I’m not sure how I feel about the busking nature of the performance overall, but the pedal-powered tinkering that constitutes A Burial at Sea’s music does nonetheless result in a litany of interesting compositions that have a celebratory air about them. They’re a bit low on memorabilia as per their improvisational style though, which makes it exceedingly difficult for me to truly get it, so to speak. [6]

Conjurer @ 19:20 in Lille VEGA

Next up is certain to be utter devastation, as Rugby, United Kingdom’s Conjurer are gearing up to tear the main stage apart with their crushing and sludgy post-metal. The band initiates the onslaught with “It Dwells”, the lead single from their upcoming album “Páthos”, and almost instantly, their bassist Conor Marshall offers us a taste of what to expect the rest of the show: incessant windmilling and spinning in circles to the tune of songs that seem to cover the entire spectrum of extreme metal. Indeed, there are breakdowns borrowed from metalcore, total chaos in the vein of grindcore, searing tremolo riffs straight out of the black metal playbook, post-metal atmospherics, and melodies somehow created out of sheer dissonance in the likes of “Hollow” off the group’s début album “Mire” from 2018. All of these elements are tied together by an unrelenting brutality that is as fixating as it is terrifying, perhaps best exemplified by the harrowing growls of “You f***ing retch!” by the two guitarists, Dan Nightingale and Brady Deeprose, in the namesake “Retch”. “Wake the f**k up, Copenhagen!", one of them roars in the middle of that song, in a bid to incite the kind of violent response from the audience Conjurer’s music deserves — and it works. Suddenly, the front half of the venue erupts into moshing, and it is not long before Marshall jumps down from the stage and charges into the crowd, waving his instrument around in deranged spasms in our midst as “Hadal” starts to wind the show to its conclusion. The group’s show tonight is just as unhinged as the style and tone of their music would suggest, and some people in the audience seem genuinely shaken when the band eventually exits to a roar of approval. [8]

Sâver @ 20:20 in Basement

My evening continues in the Basement and there is no remorse as far as lumbering tone goes, for now it is the Norwegian act Sâver’s turn to let the sledgehammer fall. Like Conjurer, the trio resides in the in-between of sludge and post-metal, albeit with a distinct psychedelic, and at times hypnotic atmosphere about their slow-moving songs. Apart from the length of their tracks, the most striking aspect of Sâver’s music must be the absolutely demented growls by bassist and main vocalist Ole Christian Helstad, who mixes high and low pitches to sound like some demonic entity hoping to possess us all. At times, these are complemented by strained shouts and the occasional clean singing from guitarist Ole Rokseth for additional texture — but in general, Sâver’s appeal for me lies in the lengthy instrumental passages that define their heavy, kaleidoscopic sound. It provides an interesting listening experience, though one that is perhaps better to experience through a pair of quality speakers whilst leaning back on the couch at home. There is not much of a visual aspect to their concert here apart from drummer Markus Støle’s impressive variety of facial expressions, which makes it tempting to simply shut one’s eyes and create one’s own mental imagery instead of focusing on the events (or lack thereof) on stage. This is a decent concert, but it would benefit immensely from a more complex light show or some kind of projections. [7]

pg.lost @ 21:10 in Lille VEGA

The word from the inside is that this Swedish quartet have been pretty nervous about playing live again after two and a half years of downtime, unsure, perhaps, about how their latest album “Oscillate” would be received by audiences. But if they are indeed, it does not show. The four musicians have embraced their liveliest selves, triumphantly throwing their instruments into the air and embodying the flow of their (primarily) instrumental post-rock through physical movements. Like Bruit < the day before, the volume has been cranked to maximum, and as the emotive whoa-ahs and aaa-ahs by the keyboard and bass player Kristian Karlsson in the first song start to give way to a massive crescendo, there is nothing else to do than lean back and accept the tidal wave of melancholia rushing forth from the stage. There is no room for chatter in the layers of scintillating melody engulfing the room, although even if there were, people would likely still be lost for words to describe the grandeur of pg.lost’s music and the magnitude it attains when emanating from a venue grade sound system. Honestly, there are a couple of moments, such during the tracks “Oscillate” and “Eraser”, that bring me to the verge of tears, when the elegance and emotional weight of the band’s compositions, and their energetic showmanship reach equilibrium and produce a sense of catharsis. All around me, people look enthralled, mesmerised and ravenous for more, but sadly, some 50 minutes in, the concert must arrive at its conclusion through another astonishing build-up and final release. An absolutely stunning show! [9]

Vi som älskade varandra så mycket @ 22:15 in Basement

One of the bands that had been garnering a lot of hype leading up to ACW ’22 is this Swedish screamo group, whose name translates to We who loved each other so much. Their take on the genre is classic: bursts of violent anguish intermingling with periods of calmer reflection, with vocals shifting from urgent spoken word to screams that could shatter glass by frontman Arvid Ringborg, and showmanship that always seems to be teetering on the brink of madness. Like some of the other artists at the festival this year, this is VSÄVSM’s first concert since the lockdowns came into effect, but the band may as well have been on tour for weeks on end, considering the amount of energy they are expending in front of a big and — by the looks of it — enamoured audience, not to mention how sharp the sextet manages to make the turmoil that is their music sound. The three guitarists, Johan Angantyr, Mark Shaw and Jens Gentzschein Lager, and bassist Tomas Brisman all look like wraiths, using their axes as scythes cutting through the dense mist of angst, while Ringborg storms, stomps and jumps around them, splicing rage and desperation into the hearts and minds of the crowd. Basement is the perfect venue for this skramzy stuff: as raw and unforgiving as the lyrics and instrumentals in VSÄVSM’s songs. But at the same time, I cannot shake the feeling that the visceral performance aside, the band is struggling to create the kinds of moments that stay with you for years to come. It is crazed, but seldom unpredictable. Affecting, but lacking instant memorabilia. [7]

MØL @ 23:10 in Lille VEGA

Bathed in pink and yellow lighting as always, the Danish blackgaze darlings of MØL initially suffer from a muddled sound mix in which guitar melodies of Nicolai Hansen and Frederik Lippert, and the piercing growls of vocalist Kim Song Sternkopf drown beneath the weight of the rhythm section. The band looks to be unaware of the problem, however, and although their signature tremolo leads are nigh impossible to detect in the rumble, there is at least Sternkopf’s customarily expressive performance to fix your eyes on. His presence is something every frontman should take note of: not a moment goes by when he isn’t leaning across the stage age, glaring into the eyes of his crowd with menace, charging across the stage or launching himself into the audience to mosh and crowd surf. It is thus surprising that there are so few people watching MØL, considering that their show is not clashing with any other band — perhaps the Danes attending the festival simply know there will always be plenty of chances to catch the band live? Not that this has an effect on MØL’s performance; once the engineer has found the proper balance for the sound mix, tracks like “Penumbra” off the band’s 2018 début “Jord” bring with them moshing on the floor and mad antics on stage galore, culminating in an astounding finale to the tune of “Bruma”, which, with Sternkopf dancing in the crowd, looks and feels like some kind of big celebration. I am starting to believe that MØL simply aren’t capable of delivering a disappointing show in spite of whatever the circumstances may be, and their intense concert here is yet more proof of that hypothesis. [8]


Demersal @ 17:30 in Basement

Demersal are a band one can always count on to deliver a set filled with energy, and the band, who are without their bassist tonight for reasons left unexplained, does not disappoint in this regard. True to tradition, the two guitarists regularly exchange their axes and show off a large variety of jagged, twitching, stomping moves as they embody their material to the fullest. So far so good. Unfortunately, Demersal are left at the mercy of probably the most unforgiving sound mix yet, which renders all of their melodies inaudible, leaving only the drums of Emil Lake and — if you really concentrate — the most low end growls to do the trio’s bidding. Were this a drum solo, it would probably pass as quite decent, but beneath the intense thunder of the percussion, there is supposed to be a treasure trove of melancholy and emotive guitar melodies drilling right into our soft spots. That just isn’t happening here, not even after the band asks for more guitar in their monitors and the audience ditto in the speakers. And even though one of the guitarists makes a last ditch effort to create some intrigue in the end of the set by throwing both his guitar and his microphone onto the floor, and screaming his last gasps of breath into it from a kneeling position, it is not enough to rescue the concert from the disastrous sound. Too bad, given the otherwise intense performance the band puts in. [4]

Deaf Kids @ 18:20 in Lille VEGA

The prize for one of the most unusual acts at this year’s ACW must go to the Brazilian samba-psych trio Deaf Kids. Often referred to as an experimental punk band, it is hard to understand this term when one is listening to their hypnotic, repetitive and rhythmic songs, and observing the wealth of pedal and synth effects conjured by bassist Marcelo dos Santos and guitarist Douglas Leal. It sounds more like a tribal equivalent of Health, full of distorted noise and vocals that aren’t really vocals at all, but instead simply contribute another layer of spacey effects to the mix. Still, the focal point of this outfit is without question drummer Mariano Sarine, whose bongo infused grooves and frequent rim percussion are what brings the differential to Deaf Kids’ music. Although the band comes across as introspect, even reserved, their set is nonetheless a mesmerising experience, almost as wacky and trippy as their tour partners Oranssi Pazuzu. When Leal is pounding away at the small bongo drum between his knees to beef up Sarine’s own deployment of that instrument, and dos Santos rips a storm of electronic noise from his assortment of dials and knobs in the likes of “Templo do Caos” (off the band’s 2019 album “Metaprogamação”), one feels as though one had just taken a drink of ayahuasca. One’s mind wanders through a kaleidoscope of bizarre imagery as the music grows harder, heavier and louder by the second until it collapses in on itself some 40 minutes later, leaving the audience cheering and clapping in what looks like disbelief. [8]

Oranssi Pazuzu @ 20:10 in Lille VEGA

Having seen these Finnish avant-garde black metal mystics live three times already, I think I know what to expect from the quintet. But as those ominous, dramatic keys of “Ilmestys” (the opener of 2020’s “Mestarin Kynsi”) start dropping, and the raspy growls of guitarist Juho ‘Jun-His’ Vanhanen resonate through its dark, ambient soundscape, I nonetheless get the feeling that tonight’s performance from the band is going to be special. And when the eerie introduction makes way for a blast of infernal noise some five minutes in, my inkling is verified. The five silhouettes, and especially that of guitarist Niko ‘Ikon’ Lehdontie, start writhing around like demons unleashed from within their human hosts, accentuating the atmosphere of sheer terror conjured by the myriad bizarre synth effects laid down by keyboardist Ville ‘EviL’ Leppilahti, who certainly lives up to his pseudonym. The song is eventually succeeded by an astoundingly loud rendition of “Tyhjyyden sakramentti”, which sends both Ikon and Jun-His storming around the stage as they tear psychic terror riffs out of their axes. There is even a foreboding trombone soliloquy by bassist Toni ‘Ontto’ Hietamäki in the following “Uusi teknokratia”, which sounds like an announcement of the arrival of the four horsemen of the apocalypse, again heightening this sensation that we are part of some chilling horror movie scene.

The mix established by the group’s sound engineer is nigh perfect, allowing every minute detail from the fluttering electronic touches to the most crushing guitar riffs to come through with clarity, of which the titular “Värähtelijä” off the band’s 2016 outing “Värähtelijä” is a good example. It is a song that generates melody out of dissonance and atonality, and always risks becoming a muddle of noise — but tonight, none of the deranged growls or unsettling details are lost in its rumble. The same is true of the subsequent “Kuulen ääniä maan alta”, which I like to describe as ‘blackkraut’, and feeling that driving drumbeat, swathes of people are suddenly possessed into a sort of disco dance I am yet to have seen before at what is still essentially a black metal concert. Clearly, the band is also impressed with the crazed response of their audience, repaying our efforts with a madcap finale that begins with “Saturaatio” and ends in an encore with “Oikeamielisten sali” and “Taivaan portti”, with all four standing members twitching around, twisting every knob and dial available on their boards, rubbing their instruments against the apps for screeching feedback, and eventually throwing their axes onto the floor as they exit the stage. This is a phenomenal demonstration of prowess by one of the most exciting and original metal bands out there right now! [10]

Helms Alee @ 21:30 in Basement

Back in the Basement, one of the bands I wanted to watch at Roadburn this year but could not due to a scheduling clash, Helms Alee, is getting down to business with the excellent “See Sights Smell Smells” (taken from their latest album “Keep This Be the Way”). Guitarist Ben Verellen is contributing additional percussion with his own dual tom-tom array, while drummer Hozoji Matheson-Margullis is letting out her distinctive singing vocals in a track that, like much of Helms Alee’s music, is extremely difficult to place in terms of style. There is post-rock, psychedelic rock, drone, and even touches of sludge metal hidden within the music, rendering their set intriguing on the basis of the songs alone. Their eclecticism is only amplified by the sharing of vocal duties between all three musicians, including bassist Dana James, and the audience seems to love them for it. It is difficult to place, yes, but one feels drawn to it like moths to flame, the contrasts between uplifting and dark atmospheres, ethereal and harsh vocals, and songs that balance between psychedelia and crush delivering a listening experience that is never boring. But while the three musicians are all smiles throughout the set, it would be an exaggeration to claim that their set is one bristling with showmanship. Their style of performance feels a tad too laid back for one of the last concerts of the evening, when people are craving to have their minds blown. [6]

Russian Circles @ 22:20 in Lille VEGA

This instrumental post-metal ensemble from Chicago, IL are the first international artists at ACW ’22 to be afflicted by sound issues, I realize, with an all too blunted drum and bass sound marring the first few tracks on their setlist, including one of my personal favourites in “Arluck” off their 2019 LP “Blood Year”. But after a break lasting several minutes as bassist Brian Cook resolves the problems, the trio begins to demonstrate why they were booked as the headliners tonight, delivering a razor sharp, celebratory take on the classic “Harper Lewis” taken from 2008’s “Station”. Indeed, although it is arguably true that once you have seen Russian Circles live one time, there will be no more surprises in store for you at concerts to come, they belong to a rare breed of artists whose sets are always tight, always professionally played and always accompanied by stimulating lighting effects. The trio is just good, pure and simple, and the huge, enthusiastic audience packed into the venue is a testimony to this. “Quartered” is offered up in a crushing rendition, with Cook’s bass guitar and David Turncrantz’s drums delivering a punch so intense it damn near offsets my pulse, yet one that nonetheless allows that stunning, melancholy guitar lead by Mike Sullivan to sear through with ease. And as the following “309” from 2011’s “Empress” goes on to prove, the three musicians need not engage in any particularly intense antics on stage in order to establish an imposing presence — the sheer intent with which they play combined with the heavy and loud nature of tracks like the brand new, doom ridden “Conduit” are more than sufficient for holding the audience in their thrall. One of the most convincing performances of the weekend this is for sure, but one that nonetheless falls slightly short of mind-blowing. [8]


From a musical standpoint, the 2022 edition of A Colossal Weekend was a resounding success, with a veritable treasure trove of surprising, inspiring, and spellbinding shows spanning across myriad genres. Virtually all of the concerts were characterised by an excellent sound mix, though it seems like the local acts pulled the short stick when it came to this particular aspect in the Basement for whatever reason. I like the raw, industrial vibe of that venue, but it seems like optimising the mix in there is a bit hit or miss? Should this venue continue to be utilised for ACW in the years to come, this is definitely an area that requires some serious thought and experimentation, so as to give all of the bands performing in there a standing chance to deliver the concert they have planned.

When it comes to food and drink, there was none of the former available at the venue — and while I do believe it would add a touch more atmosphere to the festival if the organisers invited a couple of food trucks or stands into the outdoor areas by both the VEGA & Basement complex and Råhuset, I can also understand why it would not make sense, considering the huge variety of bars and restaurants situated in the immediate vicinity. One thing that was a welcome touch was that VEGA had reduced the prices of its drink selection for the weekend, allowing festival goers to quench their thirst without sabotaging their finances for the rest of the month too severely. This is especially commendable, given the skyrocketing inflation that Denmark, too, is experiencing of late.

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