KVELERTAK IS BETTER THAN F*CKING PROZAC

Earlier this year I called Kvelertak’s self-titled release “the feel good hit of the summer,” and gave it four out of five horns up; it deserved at least one half of a horn more. I am struck again and again and again but what a FUN album this is. It has been my pre-game soundtrack of choice since I first heard it in May, and I often find myself smiling while listening to it. And you know how much I hate fucking smiling.

But I can’t help it — this one just makes me wanna party party party. And I guess Chase Macabre at Crustcake agrees, ’cause last week he posted a beautiful ode to this album as a cure for the wintertime blues:

“Feeling seasonal depression yet? Has the sun setting at 4PM these days put you in an abysmal depression you can’t shake? Do you just hate the way your family starts playing Christmas music 24/7 before Thanksgiving day is even complete? Then I may have a blaze of sunshine in the northern sky for you, let Kvelertak be your medicine.”

Chase is dead-on; in fact, I’ve been using this “medicine” recently for this very reason. The sun could die tomorrow and I’d probably still be pretty happy so long as there was Kvelertak cranking.

Read the rest of the Crustcake piece here. And, for real, friends — if you’re not listening to Kvelertak, you must hate your life.

-AR