The Broiler Concert Experience
Two concerts for the price of two.
It took just three minutes for Broiler to sell out Unity Arena—25,000 tickets gone in a flash. That’s how much Norwegians love hardstyle and dance tunes with ridiculous lyrics. To be fair, Broiler is more than just that, but this tour was named after their debut album, The Beginning—a title that all but guaranteed bangers like Hokksund, Møndarn, and Afterski.
For most artists, playing to 25,000 people would be enough for one night. Not for Broiler. After their stadium show, they were set to play a DJ set at their afterparty, fittingly named *Broiler Room*. Two completely different concerts. Same artist. How could I say no?
Unity Arena
On a normal day, the drive from Oslo to Unity Arena takes about 15 minutes. This, however, was no normal day—something we didn’t fully grasp until traffic came to a standstill kilometers from the venue. To make matters worse, police were stationed at every bus stop, ensuring everyone drove all the way. Forty minutes later, we finally made it inside. Møndarn was blasting over the speakers, lasers slicing through the fog and we made our way through the sea of mostly overly drunk young people.
Unity Arena is a stadium with seats all around, but sitting isn’t how you experience Broiler. I’m not that old. Not yet, anyway. The second Hokksund dropped and the iconic bodybuilder flexed on the massive LCD screen, I knew we were in for a ride.
And what a ride! They played all the classics, brought out guest artist like Kamelen and Sirkus Eliassen, and delivered a spectacle of flames, lasers and explosions. What more could you ask for? Well, massive concerts like this can feel distant—both physically and in atmosphere. We didn’t have VIP tickets, so we were pretty far back. But this was only concert one of two.
Broiler Room
In a Boiler Room setup, the DJ is in the middle of the crowd rather than on a stage. The concept has blown up worldwide, with the official YouTube channel having 4.6 million subscribers. Broiler put their own spin on it, calling it Broiler Room.
2,200 tickets were sold for the afterparty, but the actual crowd around the DJ booth was much smaller. No need to rush in and claim a spot—we just walked right up. There was already a DJ playing when we entered, and about an hour in when Broiler took over, it was clear that we were in for a whole different experience.
For starters, they weren’t limited to just their own songs, something I very much liked. (Sorry Broiler). But also, being just a few feet away changed everything. Instead of feeling like a mere observer, I was in it. The lighting ring, the screens, the lasers—they weren’t just part of the show, they became the room itself. It was wild, as if we had been transported somewhere else. No drugs needed.
The Broiler DJ duo mixed in some of their own hits and threw their iconic lyrics into other tracks. “Olli og Kim, send amfetamin a. Jeg er fra Møndar’n” will make any drop go harder. About halfway through, they asked if Kamelen was in the crowd. I glanced to my left, and there he was, casually strolling through. He hopped on the mic for two songs, before disappearing back into the crowd. Now that’s a memorable moment!
A few bangers later, Broiler asked if they should end the set with a couple of songs from The Beginning. The crowd went wild. I took that as my cue to hit the bathroom and grab another beer.
The Verdict
The main concert? Exactly what you’d expect—big, fun and explosive.
Broiler Room? Next level.
