The Viktor Wilt Show

This episode was pure chaos from start to finish: Viktor Wilt stumbled in, already tangled in his own headphones like a man fighting an octopus, ranting about how Facebook is clogged with Tylenol conspiracies and TikTok-fueled Rapture countdowns. Then, mid-sentence, he decided the world might actually be ending because his email wouldn’t load. From there he hurled the audience into a carnival of haunted house giveaways, where you can apparently win tickets to wander through Idaho’s creepiest hospitals while listening for a scream tone straight out of a B-movie. He then shifted gears into an unholy tirade about concert crowds, mocking Sleep Token fans as “crybabies” who don’t understand that an open floor means someone will smash into your ribs and possibly kick you in the skull, and launched into a tutorial on proper crowd-surf launching technique, complete with imaginary flexing. The whiplash continued as he dissected movie tropes people actually believe—like bartenders handing out “a beer” with no further clarification, or that Sharknado was a documentary—while also warning listeners not to stalk crushes “like a rom-com creep.” His feed apparently tried to murder him with misogynistic memes, which he roasted, before spiraling into beer rants about Michelob ULTRA as proof of the end times, bobcats menacing pickleball courts, and Idaho roads being scientifically superior (except, of course, right after winter). At one point he gleefully cheered on tigers “fighting back” against bad zookeepers, and in another, he debated whether Nirvana shirts qualify as rap attire during Spirit Week. By the time Jade joined, things devolved into prank plots about sneaking “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer” into another station’s playlist, arguing about the worst Christmas songs ever written (The Christmas Shoes taking the crown), and shaking “Santa’s fat sack” for prizes. It ended in a spiraling blur of country vs. not-country debates, dead parent holiday songs, prank calls, and complaints about station equipment that may or may not work. In short: the show was a caffeinated fever dream stitched together with rock riffs, half-broken tech, and the kind of energy that suggests the Rapture might actually be happening, but only inside the studio.