Sweden’s most gloriously unhinged export is back, and Viagr Aboys might just be Viagra Boys at their most fun, feral and fully realised. This album doesn’t try to out-clever the world; it grabs it by the collar, shakes it around, and laughs in its face.
From the opening notes, you can tell this isn’t the band trying to reinvent the wheel. They’ve set the wheel on fire and are using it to roast marshmallows. Sebastian Murphy howls and rambles through songs that feel like the soundtrack to a party thrown by nihilistic philosophers and drunk uncles. It’s chaotic, weird, and totally locked in.
“Man Made of Meat” is a greasy, swaggering anthem that struts like it owns the place, part caveman, part punk messiah. The rhythm section is all muscle and twitch, while the saxophones squeal like alarms going off in a dive bar. Every track feels like it's teetering on the edge of collapse, and yet somehow, miraculously, it all grooves.
“Uno II” might be about a dog’s dental surgery, or the collapse of society, maybe both. The lyrics are cryptic and hilarious, but always delivered with a weird kind of sincerity. It’s hard to tell if they’re joking, but you’ll be too busy dancing to care. The band flirts with dance-punk, sludge, and even some woozy, synth-driven weirdness. But the core remains the same: raw, ragged energy that feels like a bar fight turned interpretive dance.
Viagr Aboys is proof that you can be dumb, loud, and brilliant all at once. It’s a wild, sweaty ride from start to finish, and one of the most purely enjoyable albums of the year. Play it loud and don’t overthink it. The Boys sure didn’t.
