Here’s the thing about picking a favorite song in 2024—it’s a damn Sisyphean task, one that makes you want to tear out your hair, break your phone, and maybe even burn down your local record store in a fit of existential frustration. Don’t do it. We need physical music stores now more than ever.

I mean, what is even a “favorite” song anymore? Do we even have favorite songs in 2024, or are we just scrolling endlessly through playlists, bouncing from genre to genre like a crazy, half-demented butterfly in a neon-lit, algorithmically-induced panic attack? The question itself is a trap, a cynical little puzzle designed by the universe to mock us because to pick one song from the sea of endless musical landscapes that bombards our senses every day is tantamount to choosing a favorite molecule in the air. You can’t—because it’s all over you, surrounding you, and there’s no escape. I wrote previously about the crisis one faces in selecting favorite albums of the year.

Let’s start with the obvious: the sheer volume of music out there in the year 2024. It’s unfathomable, right? It used to be that if you wanted to hear a song, you had to hunt it down either by flipping through vinyl crates, listening to underground radio stations, or begging the local DJ to spin something that wasn’t the flavor of the week. There was a reverence in that. Hell, there was an urgency to it. You’d find a gem, and it would be yours, buried in the back of your mind, your personal private treasure. Part of the joy of making a mixed tape was to share the gold of the discoveries that felt so powerful, so important, so ‘you.’ Maybe playlists allow for a similar personal curation. Still, now we have to consider the very real damage of artists not being fully compensated for the art that they made through Herculean efforts.

Now? You’re drowning in it. Over 100,000 songs are uploaded to Spotify every day — And to be honest that is a guess, so don’t shoot the messenger here. Do you realize how insane that is? You’re telling me, in a single 24-hour period, there are enough new songs uploaded to fill your entire year, and then some? It’s like trying to drink the entire ocean through a garden hose. And the worst part? Every single one of those songs is vying for your attention, screaming, “Hey! Pick me! I’m the one! You’ve gotta love me! I’m your favorite!” But how the hell are you supposed to pick just one? It’s not even about finding your favorite anymore—it’s about surviving the sensory overload long enough to even have a chance at making a decision. And to be entirely honest for a moment, every week when we select music to play on Your Tuesday Afternoon Alternative we fall in love with those songs just a little bit. And in some cases, we fall so hard that it feels unhealthy and obsessive.

If you’ve ever been on Spotify, Apple Music, or any of these heartless apps, you know the drill. You open the app, and it hits you like a freight train of recommendations, top charts, mood playlists, curated lists that you are told you simply cannot live without, and whatnot. There’s no room for your own thoughts, no breathing space to actually listen to the music. You’ve got algorithms now—the invisible, omnipotent, soulless overlords of taste—telling you what to love before you even have a chance to hear it. The recommendations, fine-tuned to your listening habits, are eerily accurate in ways that terrify me. One moment, you’re bouncing along to the latest viral hit that’s blowing up on TikTok, and the next thing you know, you’re down a rabbit hole of obscure, Japanese synthwave from 1987, which is somehow all your fault. And you don’t even realize how you got there. It’s like being a lab rat on a wheel, except instead of running, you’re hitting the play button over and over again, and you’re not getting anywhere. Perhaps that is not such a bad thing in the sense of music discovery but its not without faults and limitations.

Sure, I could tell you that the act of listening to music in 2024 is the most democratic it’s ever been, and that’s true on some level. You can access almost anything, anytime, anywhere. It’s like living in a world where you can have any candy you want from a never-ending vending machine. But here’s the catch, kids: when you have everything at your fingertips, how the hell do you choose? It’s like being stuck in a room filled with mirrors, each one reflecting a different version of yourself. And every version of yourself is telling you that they have the song you need, the one that will finally fill that hole inside you and resolve the pain, the contradictions, the awkwardness, and make you whole. But which one is the real you? Which version is the one that needs “the best song”?

You can sit there all day with your headphones on, flipping from track to track, struggling to decide. You’ll find yourself asking questions like, “Do I like this because it’s good, or do I like it because it’s been shoved down my throat 50 times this week?” Maybe that’s the most unsettling thing about music in 2024—it’s not just about what you genuinely enjoy anymore. It’s about what you’re told you should enjoy. It’s about the 4-second hooks, the viral TikTok snippets, the catchy beats, and the press releases that tell you what’s “hot” this month. Everything is crafted to be consumed, digested, and forgotten, all in a matter of days. Who has time to savor something when there’s always something newer, hotter, shinier coming down the pipeline?

And don’t even get me started on the “genre wars.” We’ve reached a point where genres no longer exist in any meaningful way. Everything is a mash-up, a hybrid, a Frankensteinian monstrosity that blends pop, hip-hop, indie rock, electronic, metal, jazz, etc. etc. and who knows what else. Every song is this sonic experiment that, more often than not, is as disorienting as it is electrifying. Hell, I’m listening to what can only be described as “chilltrap disco country” one minute and then hearing some avant-garde post-punk indie doom jazz the next. It’s the sonic equivalent of eating a five-course meal where none of the dishes go together, and yet somehow, you’re forced to swallow it all down.

To make things worse, the very concept of “authenticity” is becoming a joke. You’ve got artists that are so hyper-aware of their “brand” that their music feels like a carefully manufactured product rather than a genuine expression of emotion or soul. Sure, some of them might have a few lyrics that hit home, but it’s all part of the game. It’s all part of the plan. Music is no longer an escape, a retreat from the chaos of the world. It’s just another layer of noise, another brand that’s trying to sell you something, even if that something is just a feeling of “coolness” or “relatability.” They’re selling you a life you’ll never live, and you’re buying it. You’re listening to the songs that sound like they understand you, but do they? Do they really?

And here’s the kicker: no matter how much music you listen to, how many “best-of” playlists you curate, how many tracks you add to your personal rotation, you’re always left feeling empty. You can chase that high forever, but it’s never going to be enough. Music isn’t some magical cure for all of life’s problems anymore—it’s just a distraction, a fleeting feeling that you chase and chase until you burn out.

So, maybe that’s the answer: there is no answer. Picking a favorite song in 2024 is futile. It’s the ultimate existential exercise in futility. The more you listen, the more you feel alienated, lost in a sea of sound that keeps getting bigger and bigger. But isn’t that the point? Maybe the real challenge isn’t finding the “best” song, but simply surviving the noise long enough to hear something that feels like your own. And when you find that, maybe that’s the song that matters. But until then, we will all keep scrolling, skipping, and clicking. And that, my friend, is the great, maddening beauty of 2024.

Favorite Songs of 2024
(in no particular order)

Elephants and Stars – The Ceiling
Elephants and Stars’ latest track “The Ceiling” is a sonic explosion of atmospheric grandeur and raw, driving energy. It’s indie rock with a kick—electric guitars crash into layered synths, creating a euphoric wall of sound that’s both urgent and transcendent. The track builds momentum with relentless force, while the vocals ride the wave of tension and release, offering a narrative about pushing past limits and breaking boundaries. “The Ceiling” isn’t just a song; it’s anthemic chaos, meant for dancing with wild abandon, heart-pounding moments when you’re determined to shatter your own ceilings. A bold, thrilling ride.

Tino & DJ Marrrtin – Paris Fashion District
Tino and DJ Marrrtin’s latest single “Paris Fashion District” is a thrilling, genre-blending celebration of style, rhythm, and global swagger. The track pulses with an infectious groove, fusing electronic beats and smooth, layered production that feels both cosmopolitan and effortlessly cool. The collaboration between Tino’s laid-back flow and DJ Marrrtin’s sleek, polished beats captures the essence of urban elegance, while nodding to the boldness of fashion culture. It’s a celebration of luxury, but with a grounded, street-smart edge. “Paris Fashion District” is as slick and dynamic as the city it’s named after—an anthem for those who move through life with confidence and style.

Jason Benefied – Keep Coming Back
Jason Benefield’s “Keep Coming Back” is a heartfelt, foot-stompin’ country song that hits with the authenticity of mountain roots and the sincerity of a well-told tale. His earnest vocals, full of soul, draw you in, while the acoustic strumming and steady rhythm keep the track grounded in timeless tradition. The song’s message of return and resilience resonates deeply, offering a spirit of perseverance in the face of hardship. It’s a true testament to the power of music to heal and endure. Benefield delivers with the kind of grit and emotion that echoes the old-time country legends, reminding us all of the power of coming back home.

JC Miller – Wayward Son
JC Miller’s “Wayward Son” is a stirring testament to the American spirit, capturing the complexities of the journey home with grace and conviction. The song blends folk traditions with a touch of modern sensibility, its resonant lyrics echoing the struggles and triumphs of a lost soul seeking redemption. Miller’s rich, emotive voice tells a story as old as time—of wandering, longing, and the search for belonging. His mastery of storytelling, backed by a simple yet powerful arrangement, creates a song that feels both personal and universal, striking a chord with anyone who’s ever been lost and found. It’s a modern classic, filled with the kind of emotional depth that speaks to the heart of America’s musical soul.

Jenny Owen Youngs – Someone’s Ex
Jenny Owen Youngs is a gifted storyteller in the convention of a four-minute rock and roll song, but with “Someone’s Ex,” she takes her knack for detail and nuance to an entirely new level. It’s a track that quietly demands attention, drawing you in with its dark charm and unflinching honesty. If there’s one thing this song makes clear, it’s that Jenny Owen Youngs doesn’t shy away from complexity. She’s never been one for simple, obvious answers—and with “Someone’s Ex,” she delivers a song that speaks to the messy, beautiful reality of human relationships.

The song starts off with a smooth, almost haunting instrumental foundation—minimalistic ringing guitar lines that echo like distant memories, perfectly framing Youngs’ cool, conversational delivery. There’s a cool detachment in her voice that somehow makes it even more vulnerable. She’s not just singing about someone’s ex; she’s inhabiting it. You feel the weight of those words — “Everybody’s someone’s ex/I won’t let you be mine”—as if she’s unraveling the fabric of her own identity in real time. The admission feels like a subtle punch in the gut, the kind that hits you just as much with its implications as with its delivery.

Lyrically, Youngs is sharp, poetic, and unsentimental. The song’s brilliance lies in how it flips the script on traditional heartbreak tropes. It’s not just about being the ex; it’s about being someone’s ex, standing in that liminal space where identities shift and fade, a forgotten footnote in someone else’s history. The chorus — “Everybody falls in love/hoping it’s the last time”—presents a cold, almost clinical observation of how relationships have a way of turning people into passing phases, another chapter in a story you’re no longer part of. There’s no bitterness, no grand emotional outburst—just the quiet acceptance of a reality that’s as ordinary as it is painful.

Musically, the track is understated but powerful. The rhythm section feels like it’s walking a tightrope, a steady pulse beneath the ethereal guitar lines, and Youngs’ voice floats above it all—steady but vulnerable, raw but composed. There’s a perfect tension in how she carries the song: it’s the kind of track that doesn’t need to raise its voice to make an impact. She lets the space around her lyrics speak just as much as the words themselves, creating an atmosphere of melancholy and reflection that sticks with you long after the song fades out.

What’s so compelling about “Someone’s Ex” is that it’s a song about the in-between moments—those quiet, uncomfortable spaces that don’t often get captured in pop music. Youngs doesn’t present herself as a victim or a villain in this story. Instead, she’s a participant in the human experience, dealing with the universal truths of transition, loss, and the bittersweetness of moving on. The track is emotionally complex without being self-indulgent, intimate without feeling intrusive. It’s a reflection of the way relationships and identity shift over time, and how sometimes, just existing in someone else’s past is a complicated thing to navigate.

It’s hard to think of another song this year that handles the idea of post-relationship reinvention with the kind of quiet grace that Youngs pulls off here. “Someone’s Ex” is not just a breakup song—it’s a meditation on how we define ourselves in the wake of love’s dissolution. And in its subtle brilliance, it gets under your skin, asking questions about identity, memory, and the way we move forward from each other. It’s a song that’ll leave you thinking long after it’s over, a quietly devastating reminder of how, sometimes, being “someone’s ex” is just another part of the ongoing narrative of who we are.

Jesse Malin – Black Haired Girl (featuring Billie Joe Armstrong)
Alright, gather ‘round, you bandana-wearing, barstool-sittin’, rock-n-roll truth seekers because Jesse Malin who has had incredible health struggles received some most worthy attention this year. Now, let’s get this straight from the start — this isn’t your average half-baked, coffeehouse strum fest dressed up in leather and scarves. No, this is the real thing, the kind of song that drips with the sweat of something broken and burning, just waiting to claw its way out of your stereo and knock you back with something sweet and strong.

Malin’s no stranger to the grind but on this track? He doesn’t just stand at the crossroads of rock, punk, and poetry—he owns it. He’s wearing the black leather jacket with the sleeves torn off and singing like he knows damn well he’s got nothing to lose. “Black Haired Girl” is messy, it’s manic, it’s alive—it’s like he’s caught in the rapture of a midlife crisis, but one that’s lit by neon lights and bad decisions. And that’s the magic of it, right? That moment when you realize you’ve seen it all but you’re still willing to burn the whole damn thing down and start over. That’s the vibe we’re talking about.

The song starts with this rolling, jangly riff that makes you think of old-school rock anthems, but then Malin’s voice comes in—gravelly, urgent, soaked in a whiskey-soaked, cigarette-laced sense of disillusionment. It’s the kind of delivery that’s got everything—the desperation of a man who’s been around the block, but still believes in the beauty of a thing called destruction. And damn, does he believe. Every word feels like a confession, a dare, a prayer all wrapped up in a dirty, ragged edge.

And that “Black Haired Girl”? She’s the muse, the chaos, the promise of a beautiful wreckage. Malin paints her as a symbol, but she’s not some polished, angelic fantasy—no, she’s the kind of girl who can chew you up and spit you out with a wink. And you’ll let her. You want her to. She’s that force of nature that makes you want to drown in the mess of love and regret, a siren song that only Malin could write with such reckless abandon.

Musically, the track builds with the intensity of a runaway train, but it doesn’t just barrel forward—it grooves, it sways, it has this pulse that you can feel in your chest, like it’s somehow living and breathing along with you. The chorus? It explodes, and when Malin shouts, “She’s the black haired girl,” you feel that raw release. It’s like he’s finally broken the chains of the past and let himself howl at the moon with nothing but the echoes of his own broken heart as company. The song is a tear in the fabric of time, pulling together everything you’ve ever loved about rock ‘n’ roll and shredding it with a wicked grin.

The thing is, “Black Haired Girl” isn’t just a song. It’s Malin’s declaration that there’s still magic in the chaos, power in the kind of love that hurts, still life in the bones of a shattered heart. Forget trying to “mature” into something palatable for the mainstream, forget playing it safe and writing songs that’ll get you a place at the dinner table of indie acclaim. This is raw, this is real, this is Jesse Malin staring you in the eye and saying, “I’m still here, and I’m still going to burn everything down in a glorious, fiery mess.”

It’s the kind of song that makes you want to throw your arms around it, scream the lyrics at the top of your lungs, and maybe, just maybe, get a little lost in the wreckage of it all. Malin’s always had this ability to straddle the line between rebellion and reflection, but with “Black Haired Girl,” he’s tearing up the rulebook and rewriting it with every frenetic strum of his guitar. This is what rock ‘n’ roll is supposed to feel like. And if you don’t get that, well, maybe it’s time to throw in the towel and leave the room.

Johnny Cash – Sing It Pretty, Sue
Johnny Cash’s “Sing It Pretty, Sue” feels like an outlier in his catalog, an unexpected gem where tenderness and vulnerability weave through the gravel of his baritone. There’s a sense that Cash, ever the stoic figure, has let the walls drop just enough to reveal something raw — and in this case, it’s a beautiful, aching devotion to the woman at the center of the song, Sue.

The track is deceptively simple in structure: Cash, guitar in hand, invites us into a sparse arrangement with its gentle, yearning chords. But it’s in the subtleties of his delivery where the magic happens. There’s an earnestness in his voice that almost catches the listener off guard, as if Cash is not just singing for Sue, but to her, coaxing her through a world of complicated emotions with an almost childlike vulnerability. He’s not just a man serenading his muse; he’s a man reaching out to connect, to make sense of the way her beauty stirs him, the way her song elevates him to something beyond himself.

What makes “Sing It Pretty Sue” resonate, though, is its refusal to overdo anything. Cash’s voice — that unmistakable, warm, worn voice — doesn’t strive for anything more than the simple, unadorned truth of the moment. It’s a man singing his heart, not to impress, but to let the emotions spill out unimpeded, like a confession whispered in the dark. His phrasing is gentle but deliberate; every line lands with the weight of something carefully considered, yet unspoken.

The lyrics, too, are evocative in their simplicity. “Sing it pretty Sue, your song is mine,” he declares, a statement that’s part worship, part surrender. It’s clear that Cash doesn’t see this as just a love song; it’s a song of union, of two voices becoming one, where the power of Sue’s voice is the very thing that propels him forward in life. It’s a reverence that stretches beyond the personal and into the realm of the universal: the way art, music, and love intertwine and transform.

What strikes me most about “Sing It Pretty, Sue” is the way Cash, often known for his tough, rugged persona, allows his vulnerability to shine through. Here, there is no bravado, no grand gestures of heroism. Just a man, with his guitar, sharing a moment of pure emotion. And that, in its simplest form, is where Cash’s genius lies.

For fans of Cash’s more reflective moments, “Sing It Pretty, Sue” is a tender reminder of the soft-spoken heart that beats beneath the black leather and steel strings. It’s a song that lingers in the air long after the final chord fades, a quiet whisper that asks us, too, to sing our truths — simply, honestly, and beautifully.

Johnny Irion – Shoulder To Shoulder (featuring Mike Mills)
Johnny Irion’s “Shoulder to Shoulder” is the kind of song that sneaks up on you—softly, steadily, until it feels like a familiar, trusted friend. It’s a track wrapped in the quiet strength of unity, one that carries the weight of its message in both its gentle swells and its delicate pauses. Featuring Mike Mills of R.E.M., the song brings together two seasoned voices in a way that feels both intimate and expansive, an anthem for solidarity that never strays into preachiness.

From the opening notes, there’s a sense of space in “Shoulder to Shoulder.” Irion’s voice, warm and rich, has always had a kind of reflective stillness, and here, it weaves seamlessly with Mills’ harmonies, a gentle counterpoint that lifts the song to something larger than its individual parts. The interplay between the two is sublime—Mills’ voice, with its signature clarity, adds a layer of depth, a kind of ethereal quality that creates this perfect contrast to Irion’s earthy, almost gravelly tone. Together, they embody the very message of the song: standing side by side, supporting each other through the highs and the lows.

Lyrically, “Shoulder to Shoulder” is simple without being simplistic. It’s a song about camaraderie and strength in numbers, but it doesn’t lean into cliché. There’s an organic tenderness here, the kind that feels earned rather than manufactured. Irion’s delivery is tender but resolute, each word unhurried, but never lacking in conviction. He seems to be speaking directly to you, his voice pulling you closer, inviting you into this small, shared space of hope and perseverance. “We will stand, shoulder to shoulder / No matter how the world may turn,” he sings, and it’s impossible not to feel a flicker of warmth, a glimmer of collective resolve in those lines.

The arrangement is equally understated. The production is spare but not empty; it leaves room for the emotions to breathe. The instrumentation, mostly acoustic with just the right amount of atmospheric layering, feels like it’s cradling the song’s essence. There’s a timelessness to it, a sense that this could have been written yesterday or thirty years ago, and it would still carry the same weight. The rhythm is slow but purposeful, like a steady march forward.

What’s remarkable about “Shoulder to Shoulder” is how it balances optimism and realism. It’s not about ignoring the obstacles in life—it’s about facing them together, acknowledging the strain and uncertainty, but choosing to face them in unity. There’s no false bravado here; it’s a quiet, knowing strength that resonates long after the song ends. In a world where division and discord often dominate the airwaves, “Shoulder to Shoulder” feels like a breath of fresh air. It’s not shouting for attention; it’s whispering a simple truth: we are stronger together. It’s a song that leaves you feeling grounded, connected, and just a little less alone.

Johnny Irion and Mike Mills have crafted something both timeless and timely. “Shoulder to Shoulder” doesn’t try to solve the world’s problems, but it offers something much more profound—a moment of solidarity, a small, soulful reminder that, sometimes, the act of standing side by side is enough.

JPhono1 – Magic Here
JPhono1 is the name that former The Comas musician John Harrison records under. “Magic Here” is a revelation — a perfect distillation of the kind of sonic alchemy that makes indie rock feel alive. The track shimmers with a kaleidoscopic blend of atmospheric layers and crisp, forward-driving rhythms, creating a sound that’s both expansive and intimate, like stepping into a dream where the edges blur but the emotions remain razor-sharp. It’s a track that sneaks up on you, taking you on a journey that’s full of subtle turns and unexpected depth.

From the very first note, there’s a magnetic pull in “Magic Here,” a quality that’s equal parts reflective and ecstatic. The song’s lush instrumentation creates a sense of space, but it’s never airy or detached. The shimmering guitars and steady percussion build a rich, dynamic atmosphere that feels just as alive as the lyrics themselves. JPhono1, the musical alias of Jason Phono, has always had a way with mood, but on this track, his command of sonic texture feels more expansive than ever.

Lyrically, “Magic Here” is all about the power of the present moment — the kind of magic that emerges when you let go of the past and future and embrace what’s in front of you. Harrison’s delivery is confident but warm, his voice floating with ease between moments of calm and bursts of intensity. His lyrics are evocative, full of vivid imagery and subtle metaphor, but it’s the way he sings them — with a tenderness that’s never cloying, with a kind of quiet urgency that compels you to listen deeper — that truly sets the song apart.

There’s a pulse running through “Magic Here,” something in the rhythm section that anchors the ethereal flourishes of the arrangement. It’s one of those songs that feels like it could break open at any moment, but instead, it retains a sort of controlled chaos. The steady drumbeat, underpinned by intricate bass lines, provides a solid foundation for the sprawling, interwoven melodies. There’s a joy in this complexity, a joy that comes from embracing the many layers of sound and emotion and letting them coexist without losing focus.

The standout element of “Magic Here,” though, is its ability to balance that sense of wonder with a grounded sense of clarity. Even as the song soars into ambient swells and dreamy guitar lines, there’s an undeniable directness to it. Phono’s voice, simultaneously fragile and strong, gives the song its backbone. He sings as if he’s on the verge of something transformative — and in that sense, “Magic Here” feels like a kind of catharsis, an anthem for those moments when the world aligns just enough for us to see the magic that’s always been right there.

If you’ve been following JPhono1’s evolution, “Magic Here” feels like both a natural progression and an exciting departure. It’s a song that captures that rare sense of balance, where the energy of discovery meets the wisdom of experience. The production is lush, but never overwhelming. The instrumentation is intricate but always purposeful. And the lyrics, even when they verge on the abstract, have an undeniable immediacy — like a moment you can’t quite put your finger on, but you know you’re in the middle of something special.

Ultimately, “Magic Here” is a song that feels like it was made for repeat listening. There’s so much to uncover in its layers, but it’s also just as rewarding when you let it wash over you, letting the rhythms and melodies seep into your bones. It’s a song that, with its quiet yet insistent pulse, captures that exact feeling of magic: fleeting, complex, but always worth seeking out. And, in that sense, it feels like a perfect snapshot of where JPhono1 is at musically: confident, expansive, and more than ready to make the magic happen.

Come Break My Heart – Jr. Juggernaut
Jr. Juggernaut’s “Come Break My Heart” is the kind of song that grabs you by the scruff of the neck and doesn’t let go. From the first few notes, you can tell this isn’t your typical heartbreak anthem. The track blends swagger with vulnerability, dripping with a mix of swaggering confidence and an emotional honesty that feels refreshingly truthful. It’s a song for anyone who’s ever been torn between the allure of love and the inevitable hurt that comes with it, yet it’s delivered with a rocking sharpness that cuts through all the clichés of the genre.

There’s a certain grit to the track, a gritty charm that Juggernaut carries effortlessly. The vocals carry a sort of weathered quality—like someone who’s seen it all but still wants to dive headfirst into the storm. It’s a voice that resonates with feeling part Bob Mould/part Paul Westerberg/part John Doe, full of longing and defiance as if daring the heartbreak to come and find him. “Come break my heart,” he sings, but you get the sense that he’s not begging—bracing themself. It’s a moment of surrender, but a surrender born of strength, not weakness.

Musically, “Come Break My Heart” has this forward-driving energy that matches the attitude of the lyrics. The steady pulse of the drums and the strutting bassline give the song a foundation that’s both propulsive and assured. There’s a confidence in the way the song is built, with a groove that sinks in deep, inviting you to feel every beat. The guitar riff that cuts through the chorus is sharp and melodic, adding a layer of tension that heightens the emotional stakes.

Lyrically, Jr. Juggernaut does something brilliant here—taking the familiar narrative of love and pain and flips it on its head. This isn’t a song about lamenting a broken heart, but rather an invitation, an acknowledgment that the vulnerability that comes with love is just as much a part of the experience as the joy. There’s a sense of acceptance in the lyrics, a willingness to be open to whatever love might throw his way, even if it means falling apart. It’s honest, it’s daring, and it’s a reflection of a man who’s not afraid to face the messiness of his emotions head-on.

And yet, the song never takes itself too seriously. There’s a playful edge to the delivery, a wink in the way Juggernaut approaches the heavy themes of love and heartbreak. Even as the song reaches its emotional peak, there’s an air of swagger to it—like he’s simultaneously letting his guard down and daring the world to take its best shot. It’s a mix of contradictions that somehow works perfectly, capturing the paradox of the human heart: fragile yet resilient, broken yet whole.

What makes “Come Break My Heart” stand out is the way it leans into its imperfections and makes them work. It’s rawand honest, and it’s infused with a sense of humor that makes vulnerability feel less like a burden and more like an empowering choice. Jr. Juggernaut has crafted a song that manages to be both tough and tender, a reflection of someone who’s unafraid to expose the mess of relationships for all its worth. In a musical landscape that often trades authenticity for polish, Jr. Juggernault’s “Come Break My Heart” is a breath of fresh air. It’s a song that demands to be heard, that refuses to shy away from its complexity and invites the listener to dive in with both feet. It’s a confident, rocking track that doesn’t shy away from the dark edges of love, but still somehow manages to make it feel like a damn good ride.

Kacey Musgraves – Cardinal
Kacey Musgraves has always had a knack for blending the personal with the universal, the quiet ache with the sparkling moments of insight. And with “Cardinal,” she takes that gift to a new, lush, and haunting place. The track, from her album Deeper Well, swirls with a slow-burning intensity, drawing the listener in with its understated arrangement and Musgraves’ evocative voice. It’s a song about connection and unexpected loss, yes — but one that’s tinged with the sadness of realization, the fragility of human connection, and the ineffable ache of wondering about messages from ‘the other side.’

The song’s opening notes are spare but aching—an almost ghostly picking of an electric guitar that sets the stage for the longing that will fill every inch of “Cardinal.” It’s not the bright, country-pop Kacey we may have initially expected, but a more melancholy, atmospheric version of herself, one that knows how to let space speak as loudly as melody. The arrangement is elegant in its restraint; it doesn’t push, it doesn’t rush. The production is lush without being overbearing, and subtle in its beauty, allowing the lyrics and the melody to take center stage.

And those lyrics—oh, the lyrics. Musgraves has always been a writer who can thread a narrative with such delicate precision, and in “Cardinal,” she weaves a story of friendship, love, loss, and reflection with the wisdom that comes from both heartbreak and grace. The song focuses on a simple question: “Cardinal. Are you bringing me a message from the other side? Cardinal. Are you telling me I’m on somebody’s mind” This isn’t just a song about a person but about a sense of connection that feels fleeting, impossible to fully grasp, yet hauntingly beautiful in its impermanence? The cardinal, a bird that migrates, becomes a perfect metaphor for the transient nature of relationships and the way we hold on to moments that slip through our fingers like sand.

What’s striking here is Musgraves’ ability to convey the kind of quiet devastation that feels both tender and unrelenting. There’s something almost sacred in the way she lets herself be vulnerable in this song—no bravado, no defense mechanisms—just a raw, gentle acceptance of the complexity of love. Her voice, as always, is a thing of remarkable beauty. It’s soft and warm, but carries a quiet intensity, perfectly capturing the song’s delicate balance between yearning and acceptance. She doesn’t shout the pain; she lets it seep through the cracks, allowing the listener to feel it deeply without it ever becoming too heavy or overwrought.

The brilliance of “Cardinal” is in its subtlety. There’s a moment in the chorus, where the weight of the lyric lands with such quiet impact that it makes you pause, breathe, and feel the enormity of that simple statement. Musgraves never over-sells it. She just lets it breathe, letting the song’s atmosphere do the heavy lifting. The song is a reflection, yes—but it’s not a mournful lament. Instead, it’s a meditation on the quiet ways love and loss shift and settle into the spaces we occupy, both in our own hearts and in the world around us.

As Musgraves moves further away from her country roots, “Cardinal” feels like a confident embrace of the more atmospheric, pop direction she’s moving towards. But even as she experiments with texture and tone, she remains grounded in her roots as a storyteller. The details of this song—its symbolism, its meditative qualities, the way it lingers—remind us of her exceptional ability to tell stories that matter, to craft moments that are both personal and somehow timeless.

“Cardinal” is a song for those moments of quiet reflection, those spaces where the world falls away and we are left with nothing but the deep, personal truth of our connections—those we’ve lost, those we’ve kept, and those that still elude us. It’s a song that stays with you, not because it’s loud or grand, but because it’s deeply, softly unforgettable.

Katie Pruitt – All My Friends
Katie Pruitt delivered a track of the year with “All My Friends.” This isn’t just some run-of-the-mill, cliché-filled ditty about friendship and good times—no, no, no. This is raw, it’s vulnerable, it’s messy, and it’s the kind of song that punches you in the chest while making you realize just how much you need to confront the chaos in your own life.

From the first note, Pruitt pulls you in with this haunting, hypnotic melody—simple but saturated with emotion. There’s no need for bells and whistles here. It’s just her, the piano, and her voice that cuts through the air like a shard of glass. And that voice? It’s not trying to impress you with some glossy, overproduced bullshit. It’s real, it’s aching, and it’s as vulnerable as a confession whispered late at night. You can hear the weight of every word she sings: “All my friends are gone,” she repeats, and that line, that line, hits like a gut punch you didn’t see coming.

The brilliance of “All My Friends” is in how it takes the universal fear of losing connection and throws it out into the open like a confessional. It’s not just about friends leaving—it’s about the gnawing feeling of being left behind, of realizing that life doesn’t stop for anyone, and the people who once filled your world can drift away like dust in the wind.

This song isn’t just a reflection; it’s a statement. Katie Pruitt isn’t here to pander or sugarcoat. She’s laying her heart bare, and if you can’t feel it, then you’re not listening close enough. “All My Friends” is one of those rare tracks that grabs you by the soul and won’t let go. If you’re looking for some easy comfort, keep moving. But if you want to feel something real, this is your anthem.

Kyleen Downes – Left On The Pavement
Kyleen Downes just kicked down the door with “Lost on the Sidewalk,” and if you’re not paying attention, you’re missing out. This track isn’t just a song; it’s a gut punch wrapped in folk-pop sweetness. It feels like one of those late-night moments when you’ve walked too far, your feet are sore, your mind’s spinning, and you just can’t escape the feeling that you’re somehow lost—even when you’re standing still.

From the first pluck of that guitar, you know this isn’t just some cookie-cutter pop song. There’s a grit to it, a rawness that makes you lean in closer. It’s stripped down, intimate, like a confession whispered in the dark. Downes’ voice is the star here—it’s not trying to impress you with vocal acrobatics; it’s real, unvarnished, and raw, carrying this perfect blend of melancholy and grace. She doesn’t belt; she delivers, with this quiet intensity that feels like it’s coming straight from her gut.

The lyrics? Forget it. The song is a meditation on loneliness and searching for meaning in a world that never stops spinning. “Lost on the sidewalk,” she sings, and damn if that line doesn’t hit like a shot of whiskey on a cold night. You get the sense that Downes isn’t just singing about feeling lost—she’s inviting you into that space with her, asking you to come along for the ride, no matter how twisted and uncertain it might be.

What makes “Lost on the Sidewalk” so goddamn good is its unassuming power. It’s not trying to be some big, epic anthem; it’s the quiet heartbreak that catches you off guard, the one that lingers long after the song ends. Kyleen Downes is carving out a space all her own, and this track proves she’s got the talent to make us all stop and pay attention.

Last Scouts – All The Ghosts You Need
Last Scout dropped a track that rips, and if you’re not already hooked, you’re probably too busy living in some sterile, soul-sucking echo chamber where real music never gets through. “All The Ghosts You Need” is the kind of song that grabs you, shakes you up, demands your attention, makes you stop everything, and feels something deep in your gut. This isn’t some one-dimensional indie fluff; it’s a chaotic, cathartic journey through the wreckage of emotion, haunting yet electrifying.

The guitars? Good God, they burn. They sound like they’ve been dragged through the dirt and then doused with gasoline, but somehow, they still manage to sing with this ringing charging beauty. There’s this delicious tension—like a broken string, a knot in your chest you can’t untangle. The rhythm section? It’s like a pulse that refuses to slow down, always teetering on the edge of collapse, dragging you through every thumping heartbeat of it.

And the lyrics—hell, the lyrics are sharp, dripping with ghostly resignation and raw self-awareness. “All the ghosts you need,” they sing, and it’s not some throwaway phrase—it’s a revelation. We all walk around haunted, carrying the weight of the things we can’t shake, and this song digs into that space like a hot knife. It doesn’t let you off easy. It’s messy but in the best possible way. It’s got that feeling of being simultaneously alive and dead, a push and pull that burns your insides as you try to reconcile the things you’ve lost with the things that still cling to you.

There’s an urgency to “All The Ghosts You Need” that never lets up, and that’s what makes it so damn magnetic. It’s a wild, aching, beautiful thing. If you’ve got any fire left in you, this song will light it up. If you don’t, it might just drag you out of the dark.

Leah Callahan – Ordinary Face

Leah Callahan’s “Ordinary Face” is a rare kind of song that sneaks up on you, gently insinuating itself into your thoughts with its unassuming brilliance. Built around a simple yet emotionally complex melody, the track is as unflashy as its title suggests, but don’t mistake its subtleties for weakness. The song’s quiet power is in its restraint, in the way Callahan’s voice, warm and unadorned, draws you in without ever demanding attention.

The lyrics are where the magic lies—Callahan reflects on the tension between self-perception and external expectations, a theme both universal and deeply personal. She sings, “You wear an ordinary face / And I wear the weight of grace,” a line that encapsulates the song’s duality. It’s both an acknowledgment of vulnerability and a quiet defiance against it. Callahan doesn’t just express emotions; she crafts a narrative about the struggle for authenticity in a world that demands conformity. It’s melancholy but hopeful, a meditation on the tension between being seen and remaining true to oneself.

Musically, “Ordinary Face” feels like a delicate walk between electronic and indie-pop. The arrangement allows Callahan’s voice to take center stage, supported by a variety of instruments that meld together into a seamless whole. The result is a song that feels spacious, expansive, and lived-in—like a conversation with an old friend about something you are not sure you want to talk about. The melodies are deceptively simple, but the way they intertwine with the lyrics gives them an emotional weight that grows with each listen. The production feels acute, but never overdeveloped—each note serves the song’s atmosphere, never pushing too hard, keeping the feeling from fading into the background.

At its core, “Ordinary Face” feels like a song about self-acceptance, wrapped in melancholy and beauty. It’s the kind of track that works its way into your consciousness slowly, then stays there. Callahan’s voice is both unpretentious and deeply resonant, and the song captures that rare alchemy of emotional depth without the need for overwrought anguish. In an age where so much music tries to grab attention through spectacle, “Ordinary Face” succeeds by pulling you into its orbit—and that’s exactly what makes it unforgettable.

The Linda Lindas – Too Many Things
Pop Punk lives. The Linda Lindas’ “Too Many Things” is a blast of youthful urgency that feels both fresh and rooted in punk tradition. As soon as the track kicks off with a fuzzy guitar riff and crisp drums, it’s clear this band isn’t just here to play—it’s here to communicate a raw, unfiltered sense of frustration with the world we live within in this stolen moment. The song feels like a burst of catharsis, a sonic snapshot of a generation struggling to make sense of a world that’s piled high with distractions, expectations, and contradictions. Things are messed up and far too many adults want to hide that fact.

What’s striking about “Too Many Things” is how effortlessly it channels both energy and emotion without slipping into the cloying clichés that sometimes plague young bands trying to find their voice. The Linda Lindas, a quartet of teenagers with a powerhouse sound, balance the reckless abandon of their punk influences with a sharp sense of self-awareness. The song’s driving rhythm captures the tension between wanting to break free from societal pressures and feeling overwhelmed by the noise of modern life. Lyrics like “Too many things taken away/Not enough things left in my brain/There’s always so much push and pull/These parts, they’re not making a whole.” are simple, but speak to a generation grappling with information overload, climate anxiety, and a general sense of disillusionment.

Musically, the track is pure punk rock, but it has a distinct energy that sets it apart from its predecessors. The guitar lines are abrasive yet melodic, cutting through the chaos with just enough tunefulness to make the song catchy without losing any of its bite. The vocals, especially the harmonies, are raw but infectious, exuding a sense of camaraderie and rebellion. There’s something exhilarating about hearing teenagers capture such a wide range of emotions—frustration, confusion, defiance—all in a three-minute blast.

At a time when so much of modern punk can feel self-consciously retro or formulaic, “Too Many Things” manages to both honor its roots and inject something new into the mix. It’s fast, it’s loud, and it’s undeniably fun, but it also carries with it a sense of urgency and relevance that’s hard to ignore. The Linda Lindas are here to stay, and “Too Many Things” is proof that they’re capable of much more than just anthemic punk rock. They’ve got something to say, and we’d all better be listening.

Louisa Stancioff – Cigarette

“Cigarette” is the kind of song that burrows itself into your consciousness, quiet yet insistent, luring you into its hypnotic blend of vulnerability and defiance. From the first strum of the guitar, there’s an intimacy to the track that feels like a whispered confession shared between close friends, one that refuses to be ignored. But don’t mistake its slow-burn mood for passivity. “Cigarette” is a track about the slow unraveling of self, the kind of song that confronts both internal and external turmoil without apology.

Stancioff’s voice is the centerpiece, fragile yet commanding, with a breathy delivery that makes every line feel like it’s being sung just for you. The song opens with a gentle acoustic guitar, a slow, smoky pulse that sets the mood that feels like The Velvet Underground. But it’s in the moments where Stancioff’s voice rises—when she sings “But I’ll be your morning/I’ll be your cigarette/Pick me up in the morning/Cause you’re not done with me yet/No, you’re not done with me yet”—that the song’s full almost confrontational power emerges. She captures the weary resignation of someone who’s been down this road before, the weight of experience heavy in every note. It’s a sound that evokes the kind of personal reckoning only the most honest songs can convey.

The lyrics are sparse but sharp, carving out a narrative of self-reflection and retreat. Stancioff paints a picture of someone caught in the cycle of unhealthy coping mechanisms, trying to keep it all together while knowing full well they’re falling apart. There’s a deep ache in the simplicity of lines like “I heard you’ve got a new girlfriend/She’s really hot/Then why are you looking at me like you used to?” which undercut the song’s initially quiet resignation with a searing touch of defiance. It’s a moment of vulnerability, sure, but one that refuses to apologize for itself, refusing to be anyone’s pity case. It’s that balance of strength and fragility which makes “Cigarette” such a compelling listen.

Musically, the track is both sparse and luxurious—empty space giving the impression that the song could go anywhere at any moment, but never quite lets you escape its melancholy grip. The production adds to this atmosphere, the minimalist arrangement letting the emotional depth of the performance shine through without getting in the way. “Cigarette” is a song that lingers—slowly unfurling, unfussy in its execution, yet powerful in its emotional weight. Louisa Stancioff doesn’t need to shout to be heard. In fact, she gets her point across by saying less, making this track not just an earworm but a quiet revelation. It’s a subtle masterpiece, a song that speaks volumes in whispers.

Lunar Vacation – Tom
Some of our favorite music this year came from the Carolinas. Lunar Vacation’s “Tom” is the kind of track that slips under your skin without you even realizing it—effortlessly catchy, but with a lurking sense of melancholy that lingers long after the music fades. From the very first note, it’s clear this isn’t just another indie pop tune. This is a song with heart, with layers, with something to say beyond its glimmering surface.

There’s an undeniable retro feel to “Tom,” a track that sounds like it could’ve been plucked straight from the late ‘90s or early 2000s. But don’t mistake its familiarity for predictability. Lunar Vacation twists that nostalgia into something fresh, a modern take on an older, wiser sound. The guitar work is jangly and warm, drawing from a rich history of indie rock, but with a sheen that places it squarely in the present. The bassline is smooth and understated, weaving through the track with an effortless cool, while the drums keep everything tight without overwhelming the mood. But it’s the synth touches that really set the tone, adding a soft, dreamy layer that keeps things light while the lyrics pull you down into something darker.

Vocally, the track is a standout. The lead singer’s voice is the kind of effortless, understated delivery that feels just right—like the perfect companion to the song’s laid-back, almost wistful vibe. It’s not overtly emotional, but there’s an undeniable sense of yearning in every word. “Tom” isn’t exactly a love song, but it doesn’t need to be; it’s a snapshot of a fleeting connection, a moment suspended in time that feels equal parts sweet and sad. “I’m not yours,” the chorus repeats, a gentle deflection that somehow makes the song’s longing feel all the more intense.

What’s particularly striking about “Tom” is its ability to evoke a sense of nostalgia without being tied down by it. There’s an effortless sense of maturity to this song—a recognition that longing, while beautiful, is fleeting, that the world moves on whether you want it to or not. Lunar Vacation doesn’t just capture a moment—they make it timeless. “Tom” isn’t trying to reinvent the wheel; it’s too confident for that. Instead, it simply knows how to take what’s been done before and make it sound like something you’ve never heard. It’s the rare kind of track that feels like a classic from the first listen, and you’ll keep returning to it for years to come.

Matt Moran – Oh Brother
Real and authentic country music in every way. Matt Moran’s “Oh Brother” is a song that feels both deeply familiar and entirely new, a perfect blend of classic country storytelling with a modern sensibility that’s impossible to ignore. From the first few notes, the track hooks you with its warm, slightly worn-in vibe, like a well-loved record spinning on an old turntable. Moran’s voice carries that same timeless quality—raspy and meaningful — world-weary and sure, a little wiser than the family member the song follows, yet grounded in a sense of authenticity that makes every word feel earned.

The song’s centerpiece is its lyrics, and “Oh Brother” delivers in spades. It’s a tale of family, struggle, and reflection, told with the kind of honesty that can only come from someone who’s lived it. “Oh Brother” isn’t just a song about brotherhood—it’s a meditation on the complexities of relationships, the frustrations of feeling misunderstood, and the yearning for something more. The repeated refrain, “Brother… oh, brother, What have you done?” feels like a quiet cry for reconciliation, for an understanding of dark purpose that never quite arrives. It’s the kind of lyric that cuts deep, tapping into universal themes of connection and isolation as well as hopelessness that the brother the narrator cares for simply cannot be saved… no matter what we might want to do for them, they are damned.

Musically, Moran blends traditional country instrumentation with just the right touch of modern production, letting the song breathe without overwhelming it. The guitar work is sharp and deliberate, providing a sturdy backbone that gives the track a solid rhythm without ever rushing the story along. The pacing of sonic elements comes at just the right moments, adding a bittersweetness to the arrangement that complements the song’s emotional depth. The production is clean and spacious, letting the simplicity of the song shine through.

What really sets “Oh Brother” apart, though, is Moran’s ability to balance raw emotion with restraint. This isn’t a song about flashy hooks or over-the-top sentiment—it’s about quiet reflection, about feeling the weight of mistakes and experience. Moran doesn’t need to scream or over-explain. He lets the song unfold naturally, and in doing so, he taps into a deeper, more enduring truth about family and life. Matt Moran’s “Oh Brother” is a standout track that strikes that rare balance between the personal and the universal. It’s the kind of song you’ll want to hear over and over, each listen uncovering something new, something deeper about the song and yourself. This one’s a keeper.

Mediocre – Litterbug!
Indie rock lives. Medicore’s “Literbug” is the kind of song that hits you like a freight train and keeps on coming, a beautiful mess of noise and hooks wrapped in a frantic, hyperactive energy that’s impossible to ignore. From the first chaotic burst of distorted guitars and jittery drums, you know you’re in for something wild. It’s the sound of a band straddling the line between madness and genius, somehow managing to pull off both with a manic, unrelenting urgency.

The song is a blast of irreverent, post-punk chaos—a nervous breakdown set to music—but underneath all the noise is a real sense of craftsmanship. The rhythm section thrashes along like a runaway car, giving the track a sense of forward momentum that never lets up, while the guitars are sharp and angular, cutting through the track like jagged glass. There’s a kind of dissonant beauty in the way the instruments collide, pushing the boundaries of what’s considered “melodic” but still managing to create something that feels strangely, addictively listenable. The production is a perfect reflection of the music itself—messy, unpolished, but deliberate in its disarray.

And then there’s the vocals. Medicore’s singer isn’t so much singing as she’s spitting words, riding the chaos like a man on the edge of losing her mind. There’s a vocal delivery, an attitude that’s equal parts frustration and exhilaration. “Literbug” isn’t about being pretty; it’s about being real, and it doesn’t try to sugarcoat the mess of being alive in this world. The lyrics themselves are a blur of imagery, a stream-of-consciousness that feels more like an exorcism than a song. The opening lines “Had a thought but I didn’t write it down/I guess it’s gone forever or at least ‘till I remember/I wanna stop them from spilling out my mouth/Letter by letter I’ll collect the words littering the ground” evoke a sense of desperation, of being trapped in your own head, but the whole thing is delivered with such abandon that it becomes, somehow, joyous.

What’s so great about “Literbug” is its complete lack of pretension. This is a band that knows exactly what they’re doing, and they do it by throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks. And somehow, it all sticks. Medicore is not here to be your favorite band—they’re here to shake you up, to make you question your assumptions about what music can be, and to remind you that sometimes the best stuff is the messiest. “Literbug” isn’t just a song—it’s a feeling, raw and unfiltered, and that’s what makes it such an exhilarating ride.

MILLY – Drip From The Fountain
Yeah, indie rock still lives. MILLY’s “Drip From The Fountain” is a raucous, intoxicating blend of indie rock’s jagged edges and the lush, fast-paced dreamlike textures of shoegaze—like a fever dream in a basement venue, somewhere between clarity and chaos. From the first crashing chord, the song explodes into existence, a vortex of noise that seems to both envelope and drown you in its haze. But don’t let the distortion fool you—beneath all that fuzz is a track brimming with intent, a piece of art that channels confusion and exhilaration in equal measure.

The song’s central hook is deceptively simple, yet undeniably infectious. The slashing guitars pulse like a heartbeat, while the rhythm section creates a propulsive tension that keeps everything on edge. But what truly elevates “Drip From The Fountain” is the way MILLY toys with texture and atmosphere, blending walls of sound with moments of space. The track never quite lets you settle in, constantly moving and shifting like a restless creature, never afraid to embrace dissonance or pull back into something quieter and more serene before throwing you back into the fray. It’s that sense of unpredictability that makes the song so electrifying—you never know exactly what’s coming next, but it’s clear that it’s all part of the same chaotic vision.

Lyrically, “Drip From The Fountain” is steeped in surrealism, a cryptic narrative that feels like an unraveling stream of consciousness. The imagery is both vivid and elusive, like trying to grab hold of a shadow: “I know I know the years fall down/I know I know they’re spinning round/Still the dusk holds a broken home (I know)/All the days in your life are low.” The lyrics are drenched in melancholy, yet there’s an undeniable urgency in the way they’re delivered. It’s the sound of someone trying to make sense of their own mind, teetering on the edge of clarity and confusion, caught in the eternal search for meaning. The vocal performance, equal parts restrained and raw, conveys that unease with a haunting beauty.

What’s remarkable about “Drip From The Fountain” is its ability to blend contradictions seamlessly—chaotic yet controlled, abrasive yet alluring. MILLY’s refusal to give into any one genre or expectation is what makes the song so exhilarating. It’s messy in the best possible way, a sonic whirlpool that doesn’t apologize for its dissonance but instead revels in it. In a world full of formulaic indie rock, MILLY is doing something that feels alive and unpredictable. “Drip From The Fountain” is a reminder that music doesn’t always need to be neat and polished to be unforgettable; sometimes, it’s the messiest tracks that speak the loudest.

MJ Lenderman – She’s Leaving You
In a rare moment, the hype is right. MJ Lenderman just released the song you didn’t know you needed, and if you’re not listening to it, then you’re doing life wrong. “She’s Leaving You” is a masterclass in heartbreak wrapped up in a lo-fi, alt-country haze that makes you want to cry and laugh all at once. This isn’t your generic, “boo-hoo, she’s gone” garbage. Nah, this track is raw, real, and dripping with that beautiful, self-aware melancholy that only the truly broken can create.

The guitar? Goddamn, it’s like it’s coming from some dingy, smoke-filled bar in the middle of nowhere, but it’s got this perfect groove that pulls you in. It’s fuzzy, jangly, and so unpolished that it almost feels like it could collapse in on itself at any moment—but that’s where the magic lies. Lenderman’s not trying to impress you with slick production or fancy studio tricks. He’s giving you a glimpse into the wreckage, the real thing, and damn if it doesn’t hit you like a freight train.

The lyrics? Forget it. This isn’t some sugary, romantic ballad. “She’s Leaving You” is a gut-punch, delivered with that kind of resigned wisdom you only get when you’ve been there, really been there. “She’s leaving you, and there’s nothing you can do,” he sings, and you feel it in your chest. You know that feeling—the one where you can’t change a damn thing, and all you can do is watch it all fall apart. But Lenderman makes it sing. He makes it sound beautiful, in this messed-up, almost sadistic way.

This song bleeds. It’s a cry in the night that you want to shout along with, even if you know damn well you’ve been the one left behind. That’s the brilliance of “She’s Leaving You”—it’s not about sadness; it’s about acceptance in the most crushing, freeing way.

Modern English – Not My Leader
Just because Modern English just dropped an anthem for the disillusioned and discontented, and if you’re not ready to hear it, then maybe it’s time to step aside. “Not My Leader” isn’t just a song—it’s a slap in the face to all the tired, predictable nonsense that passes for “leadership” these days. The thing about Modern English is they never really went away; they’ve been lurking in the shadows, biding their time, waiting for the perfect moment to drop this jagged, furious gem, and guess what? That moment has arrived.

The song kicks in with this electrifying, propulsive pulse—guitars jangle with that familiar new wave energy, but there’s a darker edge to it, something a little more savage lurking underneath the surface. It’s not all synths and polish; no, “Not My Leader” rips through the air with a sense of urgency and chaos that’s almost unsettling. You can feel the tension in every note, a desperate need to escape the bullshit.

And let’s talk about the vocals! The delivery is as biting as it is defiant. The lead singer’s voice cuts through the din like a hot knife through sharp, clear, and unapologetic butter. “Not my leader,” they sing, and it’s a line that sticks in your throat like the truth you didn’t want to hear but had to. This isn’t just a critique of the powers that be; it’s a rallying cry for anyone who’s ever felt abandoned, betrayed, or misled. It’s the voice of a generation who’s sick of following blindly.

This isn’t just a nostalgia trip, folks. Modern English has found a way to stay relevant without compromising their unique sound. “Not My Leader” is punk spirit wrapped in a new wave package, and it’ll make you want to dance—and then smash a few things. Now THAT’s what I call music with a message.

Moroni Lane – Alchemy
“Alchemy” by Moroni Lane is a captivating blend of soul and introspection, wrapped in a folk-inspired warmth. The song weaves delicate, heartfelt lyrics calling for kindness, connection, and community with soft, shimmering instrumentation, creating a space for reflection and growth. Lane’s voice carries a quiet wisdom, grounding the track in its emotional depth. Each note feels like a step toward understanding, a beautiful exploration of transformation. “Alchemy” is a gentle, yet powerful, invitation to embrace the opportunities in life’s subtle changes to forge togetherness.

Mythical Motors – Circles You May Receive
“Circles You May Receive” by Mythical Motor is a beautiful mess of sonic chaos and sweet melody. It’s like a psychedelic road trip through a broken heart, with guitars that shimmer and pulse like fading stars. The lo-fi vocals are raw, the rhythm relentless—this track grabs you and doesn’t let go. It’s messy, it’s perfect, and it’s everything.

And the chorus? It’s got this undeniable hook, one that worms its way into your brain and doesn’t let go. It’s not the sort of hook that gets you up and dancing (well, unless you’re dancing in the middle of a mental breakdown), but it’s the kind of chorus that makes you nod along in that grim, melancholic way that only good music can summon. It’s not pretty. It’s not shiny. But hell, is it real.

“Circles You May Receive” isn’t trying to be your favorite summer jam, and thank god for that. It’s the kind of track that feels like it’s meant to be heard when you’re on the brink when you’re caught in the middle of your own sticky mess, when you’re spinning in circles, waiting for something—anything—to break you free. But maybe it’s the spinning itself that gets you. Maybe you need that constant, endless loop, even if it feels like you’re never getting anywhere.

Mythical Motors aren’t here to make you comfortable. They’re here to make you feel something. And if you don’t feel something when this song hits, then maybe you should check if you’ve still got a pulse. Because “Circles You May Receive” isn’t just a song. It’s a moment. It’s a reminder that sometimes, it’s the mess and the noise that makes the most sense.

Nada Surf – In Front of Me Now
“In Front of Me Now” by Nada Surf is a masterclass in reflective indie rock, where vulnerability meets soaring emotion. The song’s shimmering guitars and understated rhythms frame Matthew Caws’ deeply personal lyrics about self-doubt and longing. It’s a quiet anthem for the disillusioned, blending melancholy with hope. Nada Surf crafts a sound that’s both expansive and intimate, offering listeners a cathartic release through raw, unfiltered sincerity. Honestly, the entire Moon Mirror record deserves attention!

The Nautical Theme – Different Lines
“Different Lines” by Dayton-based duo The Nautical Theme blends indie rock, electronic elements, and alt-folk, delivering a rich, atmospheric sound. The song explores themes of personal growth and navigating life’s complexities with introspective lyrics. The duo’s harmonies and smooth instrumentation create a dreamy, reflective mood, while the subtle emotional depth of the track resonates with listeners.

“Different Lines” is a quietly hypnotic track that sneaks up on you, its subtle intricacies revealing themselves the more you listen. From the first gentle strum of the guitar to the layered harmonies that build throughout, the song carries a sense of restrained emotional depth—an ode to the quiet moments of reflection that often pass unnoticed. The mood is wistful, but not overly sentimental. The lyrics explore the tension between personal growth and the inevitable disconnects that come with it, as the narrator sings, “We could both be on the highway/We could be in the same car/We could reach our destination
At the same time/Different lines/And oh-oh-oh/Would we arrive at all.” It’s an acknowledgment that change is constant, but it doesn’t have to be isolating but maybe it already is.

Musically, “Different Lines” treads a fine line between folk and indie rock, with its mellow vibe and soft, yet persistent rhythm. The instrumentation is a simple but effective addition to The Nautical Theme’s canon —acoustic guitars, keyboards, and light percussion — to include synths that add architecture to the song, and yet the added instrumentation still lets the vocal melodies shine through. What stands out is the track’s attention to texture; the way the melodies ebb and flow, creating a dynamic experience without ever overwhelming the listener. The production is crisp, and each element is placed perfectly within the mix, allowing the song to breathe and shift organically.

Vocally, the performance is intimate, capturing the blending of voice that complements the song’s thematic material. It’s a voice that doesn’t need to force its emotions—it simply lets them be, which is what makes the song so resonant. The Nautical Theme’s “Different Lines” is a quiet triumph, a track that’s at once soothing and thought-provoking in a surprisingly understated yet uncomfortable way.

Nick Kizirnis – Everything
“Everything” by Nick Kizirnis is a heartfelt, bouncy introspective rock ballad that blends folk and rock influences. With its poignant lyrics and soulful guitar work, the song explores themes of love, longing, and self-discovery. Kizirnis’ emotive vocals add depth to the track, capturing a raw vulnerability that resonates with listeners, making “Everything” an evocative and personal experience.

Nick Kizirnis’s “Everything” is a masterclass in understatement—an indie-folk-rock track that feels as intimate as a late-night confessional but with the kind of expansive clarity that makes it resonate beyond personal boundaries. From the first few notes, Kizirnis establishes a calm but sure-footed presence, his warm, gravelly voice delivering each lyric with unhurried precision. It’s the sound of someone reflecting on life’s messiness but without the burden of self-pity. The song’s production mirrors that sentiment—minimal, yet lush, with gentle acoustic guitar and subtle percussion providing the perfect backdrop for Kizirnis’s contemplative musings.

Lyrically, “Everything” is steeped in longing, but it avoids cliches. There’s no sweeping declaration of love or grand existential crisis; instead, Kizirnis takes a more grounded approach, capturing the simple moments of realization that define our lives: “I believed you when you said, that you knew me without even trying, But your best self was for someone else, so I couldn’t tell that you were lying.” The line feels like an epiphany—small in scale, but universal in its truth. The understated nature of the song invites a deeper listen, allowing the listener to latch onto each word, each subtle shift in tone.

What really sets “Everything” apart is its seamless blend of folk, Americana, and indie rock sensibilities. Kizirnis doesn’t try to reinvent the wheel—he just knows how to make it spin in the most satisfying way. There’s no showiness here, no overblown choruses, just a song that feels comfortable in its own skin. “Everything” doesn’t try to do too much. Instead, it does everything it needs to, with grace and warmth.

Olive Mae – Wait & See
“Wait & See” by Olive Mae is a soulful, rhythmic percussive country-folk track with a smooth vibe. The song features heartfelt lyrics paired with mellow guitar melodies, reflecting patience and emotional growth themes. Olive Mae’s warm vocals add depth, creating an introspective yet hopeful atmosphere throughout the song. Just a well-built song. Mae’s vocals shine. Do not sleep on this one.

Gentlemen Rogues – Do the Resurrection!
To be fair the entire ‘Surface Noise’ record should be on our favorite albums of 2024. “Do The Resurrection” by Gentlemen Rogues is a vibrant, high-energy rock anthem infused with catchy riffs and an infectious rhythm. The song blends gritty guitar work with upbeat, anthemic vocals, capturing a sense of rebellious spirit and youthful defiance. It’s a bold, electrifying track that demands attention.

Gentlemen Rogues’ Do The Resurrection! is an exhilarating blend of power pop and punk energy that strikes the perfect balance between raucous fun and sharp musicality. From the moment the opening chords hit, you’re swept up in an infectious wave of melody and attitude. The album buzzes with the kind of raw energy that recalls the greats of the ‘70s power pop scene, yet it never feels dated or retro for the sake of nostalgia. Instead, Do The Resurrection! feels like a reinvigoration—a fresh take on a beloved genre with just enough swagger to make it feel current.

The band’s trademark tight rhythm section and jangly guitars form the backbone of the album, but it’s the hooks that truly shine. Each song is loaded with instantly memorable melodies, from the high-octane opener “Resurrect” to the shimmering “On Your Side.” The vocal performances are equally engaging, with just the right amount of punch and charm. There’s a playfulness in their delivery that makes the album feel like a conversation between friends—effortlessly fun but still thoughtful.

What really sets Do The Resurrection! apart is its ability to combine catchy, anthemic moments with a sense of vulnerability, creating an album that’s both joyful and reflective. Gentlemen Rogues have delivered a song — and an album that’s as refreshing as it is timeless—pure power pop bliss that begs to be played on repeat.

Never Try – You Belong With Me
Perhaps my favorite cover of the year. A great cover takes you in directions you were not expecting. And this song does that while still maintaining a presence in the pop bliss of the Taylor Swift universe but not surrendering to our bejeweled overlord. Never Try’s cover of Taylor Swift’s “You Belong With Me” is a fascinating twist on the original, bringing a new flavor to a pop song that already feels like a cultural institution. The band ditches the slick, radio-ready production of Swift’s version in favor of something rawer and more organic—there’s a rough edge to the guitars, a sense of immediacy that makes the song feel like it’s unfolding in real time, as if we’re hearing it for the first time.

The magic here lies in the subtle transformation of the original’s earnest, almost too-perfect pop sheen into a more unpolished, vulnerable rendition. The song’s narrative, about unrequited love and longing, becomes even more poignant when stripped down to its emotional core. Never Try’s vocalist delivers the lyrics with a slightly defiant, almost mournful tone, as if they’re not just hoping to be seen, but also grappling with the frustration of knowing they won’t be.

Musically, the band keeps it simple but effective, emphasizing the guitar and bass while letting the drums keep a steady, driving beat. The result is a rendition that feels more intimate and sincere, something you might hear played in a small, smoky venue rather than on a glossy pop radio station. It’s the kind of cover that doesn’t just rehash the original but adds something—grit, edge, and a deeper emotional pull. Never Try’s “You Belong With Me” is an unexpected gem, giving new life to an old favorite without losing the essence of what made it great in the first place.

On The Runway – Consolation Prize
This band is compelling and perfect. Consolation Prize is a poignant, introspective track blending indie pop and electronic elements. With its melodic instrumentation and passionate vocals, the song explores themes of unfulfilled expectations and emotional vulnerability. The production enhances its reflective mood, creating a captivating and relatable listening experience. You will be humming this song for days or weeks, or… far longer.

So There you have it…

Now that the door has closed on 2024, it’s tempting to say that the year’s best tracks were a revival of the same tired formulas or a retreat into predictable sounds, but screw that. The songs that really matter—the ones that caught fire and took off in some jagged, unexpected direction—are the ones that made us feel something, whether we wanted to or not. And maybe that’s what it’s all about, right? Not the superficial gloss of trends or trying to sound like something that can get you on a playlist, but the music that makes your skin prickle, your gut churn, or your heart leap out of your chest in ways you weren’t prepared for.

Somewhere between the noise and the quiet moments of 2024, we got the raw stuff. We got the songs that didn’t ask permission. Whether it was the slashing guitars of MILLY’s “Drip From The Fountain” or the lush, moody atmospherics of Medicore’s “Literbug,” the best tracks didn’t follow the rules—they bent, broke, and discarded them altogether.

Maybe we’re not looking for the future of music in the slick packaging or the next viral sensation; maybe it’s buried somewhere deeper, in the songs that refuse to play nice. If anything’s clear from this year’s favorites, it’s that the most thrilling thing music can do is remind us we’re alive—gritty, messy, totally imperfect. It’s these tracks, the ones that speak from the gut and the heart, that we’ll still be playing long after the year is over. And maybe, just maybe, that’s the whole point of it all.