Friday, October 16, 2026

Hayley and The Crushers - "Crash"


I can't decide if reviewing a cover song is the easiest thing I've ever done on this blog — or the hardest. It would be simple enough to say, "Hayley and The Crushers have covered one of the greatest pop songs ever written and made it their own," direct you to the music video, and point in myself in the mirror in appreciation of a job well done. But what fun would that be? We're talking about Hayley and the freaking Crushers — who are on my Mt. Rushmore of present-day bands. I can't phone this one in! 

So let's start with the obvious: covering the utter perfection that is The Primitives' 1988 single "Crash" is a gutsy move, but would you expect anything less from a band that has previously had at The Ramones' "Teenage Lobotomy" and X's "Los Angeles"? There is no fear in the Crusherverse. You can acknowledge a song is unfuckwithable and still put your signature on it. The band points out that it has always loved "songs that feel like candy with a switchblade tucked inside," so "Crash" was a perfect candidate to be properly Crusher-ized. This cover has the original's spirit, but it's a little louder, a little punchier, a little more glittery, and a lot punkier. Of course you're starting with majestic material. But the band's own DNA is all over this track. This is music that energizes and uplifts, music that has you shouting "Yeah!" as soon as the song starts. In a world full of "meh" music, we need a lot more "Yeah!" And the music video has me in stitches. I can't say much more without spoiling it, but man, I just about choked on my Cheerios. You want bands with humor and personality? Well here you go. Dr. Cain deserves an Oscar!  

With a new album releasing on Kitten Robot Records in 2027, Hayley and The Crushers have been nice enough to give us a little taste of what's to come with the singles "Jewel Case" and "Cringeworthy," both of which are gold-certified bangers. And now "Crash" amps up the excitement even more. I've made so much about how great this year has been for new music, but who says next year can't be even better? Drive safely, kids! 

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Wisconsin Anger Team - True Spleen


Bands like Wisconsin Anger Team are the reason why I never lose the fire for writing about music. In a world where (perhaps by necessity) many bands have to put as much effort into self-promotion and a social media presence as they put into their music, Wisconsin Anger Team lets its music speak for itself. It doesn't do social media. It's not all over the streaming sites. In very old school fashion, the band communicates with fans and friends via email. The focus is on making really great albums and releasing them without fanfare via Bandcamp. 

True Spleen is the band's sixth full-length album in six years. Like the previous five, it's extraordinary. It contains 14 powerful tracks in a style reminiscent of the melodic punk, pop-punk, and louder indie rock of the '80s and '90s. Yet this is not just punk rock — this is art. Every song is essentially a poem, short story, or the first page of a novel you'd never want to put down. I'm blown away by the amount of time and effort that must have been invested into bringing every one of these songs to life. And the fact that the band includes the lyrics on Bandcamp tells you how much they mean. Every word was carefully considered. Every song title was an artistic decision. But those lyrics aren't there to overshadow the music. They're part of the music. You push play, and you can feel the energy, heart, and guts of what Wisconsin Anger Team has captured on tape. And then you start reading the lyrics and get the deeper meaning of each song. At a time in which so much music being released into the ether is just "content" meant to go in one ear and out the other, this band is making records that demand your time and attention. This is music, visual art, and literature all in one package. This is an album that you ought to experience the way you'd experience a movie or a book. How can you not appreciate a band that oil-paints a digital album cover on a canvas board? Yet there's nothing even slightly pretentious about this album. As smart and literate as it is, above all else, this is music full of feeling and life. 

In some better, alternate version of the universe, True Spleen would be a vinyl release and be selling like hotcakes. It almost seems too good to be true: How is music this good available for a free download? But if you feel that guilty about getting it for free, you can pay whatever you like. Most importantly, Wisconsin Anger Team has puts its heart and soul into making a record, and it deserves to be heard. We live in an odd time where the "cost" of listening to new music is often just the opportunity cost of not doing something else. You have podcasts to listen to and Reels to watch and reality shows to stream. I get it. So here I am, week after week, year after year, pounding the table for bands I think are more than worth your time. If you are a regular viewer of this blog, you most likely gravitate to a certain type of music. Wisconsin Anger Team plays that certain type of music at an exceptionally high level of quality. Again I pound the table. One of these days I might make my knuckles bleed. It will be a reasonable sacrifice for the cause.

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Thursday, October 15, 2026

The Summertimes - Luminous


The Summertimes, an Australian pop group I enthusiastically reviewed in 2023, are back with a new EP that picks up where their excellent debut album left off. Out on Golden Robot Records, Luminous puts on a master class in jangling, melody-driven guitar pop. Led by two exceptionally talented songwriters in David Beniuk and David Challenger, The Summertimes also feature Stephen O'Brien (Tumbleweed), Steve Bull (ICEHOUSE), Marco Forlano (The Mustard), and Ashley Naylor (The Church, Paul Kelly) in their lineup on this EP. Amanda Brown of The Go-Betweens makes a guest appearance, and five-time ARIA Award winner Paul McKercher returns as producer. With all that talent involved, you know the musicianship and production on this record are going to be immaculate. But as usual, it's the songwriting that shines the brightest. The two Davids are in fine form on these five tracks — crafting lovely, hook-laden songs that live on the more sophisticated, easygoing side of power pop. I put them in similar company with a longtime favorite of mine, Nick Piunti (who also has a new EP that I'll have something to say about very soon). Every song is a keeper, which is exactly the way it ought to be on a five-song EP. 

When it comes to bands like this, I'm sometimes at a loss for what else to say beyond talking about the sheer excellence of the songwriting. But perhaps there's not much more that needs to be said. A band like The Summertimes isn't trying to reinvent guitar pop or usher in a new era in music. But what the Davids do so well is to work within a timeless style of music and execute it so splendidly that you wouldn't tire of it in a thousand years. Writing "simple" pop songs is one of the toughest things to do in music, but The Summertimes make it seem effortless. They excel at crafting melodies that soothe the ears, choruses that linger in your head, and lyrics that say something meaningful about life. A lot of pop bands have the sound, but not all of them have songs. The Summertimes have songs all day long. "Save You Now" and "Luminous" bookend the new EP in quintessential guitar pop style. In between, "Horses," "See Me," and "Falling" are marvelous deep cuts that stretch the band's signature style in gently elegant fashion. With the longest track barely eclipsing three-and-a-half minutes, The Summertimes remain a pop-rock band through and through. However, their ability to make every song sound distinct and memorable puts them in a rare class. If "power pop for adults" is a real genre of music, "Horses" and "Falling" epitomize it. 

If you are already a fan of The Summertimes or a fan of '80s & '90's inspired indie power pop in general, Luminous ought to be on your must-buy list. It's a wonderful little EP chock full of radiant melodies and gorgeous guitars. As good as the album was, this set is even better — yet another feather in the cap of a remarkable year for guitar pop.

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Sunday, October 11, 2026

Nonchalant - When I Lost My Heart


When I talk about this being an epic year for power pop, part of that is the great variety of bands/artists who fall broadly under that banner. So it's not like all this stuff sounds the same. On its debut album When I Lost My Heart, Germany's Nonchalant meets at the intersection of power pop and '70s punk with a touch of new wave. Well now you're really speaking my language! This album is absolutely a throwback to 1979 or '80, and I've got no complaints. Once again, I will reiterate that punks aspiring to write great pop songs is my jam. And Nonchalant nails that vibe perfectly. It's as if this band hailed from the heyday of Good Vibrations Records, lived through the early years of synth-pop, and then hopped a time machine to today. The melody, hooks, energy, and romance that make this sort of music so appealing are all there. This band leaves no doubt as to which lane it wants to occupy, and it carries off the sound with reverence and vigor. If O.G. punk/powerpop is your thing, you won't be nonchalant about this record!


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Gene Champagne - Too Pop For Punk...Too Punk To Care

Drummer extraordinaire and punk/power pop solo artist Gene Champagne is back with a new mini-album (or maxi-EP) titled Too Pop For Punk...Too Punk To Care. The title sums up what this guy is all about. Punk rockers writing pop songs has always been a sweet spot for me, and these tunes hit the mark just right. Half the record is comprised of previously released digital singles (the double A-side wham-bam of "Gimme Ammunition" and "She's an Atom Bomb" along with covers of The Barracudas' "I Can't Pretend" and The Ohio Express's "Yummy Yummy"). Too Pop For Punk... adds four new tracks for a proper long extended play experience. The best of the new tunes, "Friends Like These," is vintage Gene Champagne: punchy, crunchy punk-pop that serves up hooks a plenty and hits with authority. "Sweet Little Lies" is a mid-tempo number that puts the power in power pop. "Beach Boy Wannabe" has great fun living up to its title. "I'm Disconnected" caps things off in a decidedly different direction with some tough & gritty '70s-style punk fury. All in all, this is a terrific little album from the Teenage Head/Killjoys/Black Halos drummer, and it's available on white vinyl while supplies last!

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Pocket - self-titled


On its self-titled debut album, Bristol-based Pocket tears through eight songs of raw, energetic, and totally excellent pop-punk. This one-sided 12" is an absolute thriller for anyone who enjoys pop-punk that leans to the punk side but doesn't skimp on hooks. Thom Weeks, Kathryn Woods, Andrew Horne, and Brian Scally are all established players in the UK indie/punk scene. As Pocket, they come together to deliver a perfect mix of melody and aggression. All these tunes hit hard and are carried off with urgency and feeling. Even when the band ventures into noisy indie rock territory, the songs are still crackling and brimming with energy. And at a lean eight tracks, this is the quintessential all-killer, no-filler affair. This is a record that you can't help but crank super-loudly as you shout along and pump your fist. From start to finish, you can truly feel the passion that went into these songs. Since this is technically half of a vinyl record, I don't know whether to call it an LP or an EP. But it's one of the most exciting records I've heard this year, and you know I've heard a lot. Get it from Specialist Subject Records!

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The Shortstops - Preseason


You have to love a band with a baseball-themed name releasing an EP called Preseason just in time for the postseason! I'm still salty about the Phillies' early playoff exit, but I sure dig this record. The Shortstops are from Louisville, Kentucky, and they don't write songs about baseball. But it's possible that they play baseball and certain that they like baseball. The band cites Matthew Sweet, Weezer, and Jeff Rosenstock as influences, so that gives you some idea where these guys are coming from. They're broadly a power pop band — but not the kind that wants to be The Beatles. I'm feeling some serious '90s indie/alternative rock energy on the endearingly dorky "Absurd." "Caroline" and "Betsy" are giving jangly, mushmouthed early REM vibes. What really won me over is that the song lyrics are interesting and creative. "Absurd" is about this dude who's into this girl who clearly, obviously thinks he's a loser — and so, of course, that makes him all that more obsessed with her and all the more convinced in his chances. "Ford Pinto" crafts the ultimate metaphor for a relationship that you ought to know is destined for disaster. "California" seems to be your typical romanticized road trip pop song, but then it takes a very sudden dark turn. "Mockingbird" comes off like the pop-punk song Edgar Allan Poe might have written. There are also a couple of more conventional love songs to bring it all home. This is a charming little EP that shows exactly the sort of range you'd want from a bunch of Shortstops.

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Friday, October 09, 2026

The Brickabrats - "Fun Night


 "Fun Night" is the debut single from The Brickabrats out of Portland, Oregon — a foursome that reminds me of all the bands that made me fall in love with punk rock back in the '90s. The band likens itself to "Screeching Weasel making out behind a 7-Eleven with The Queers while Sloppy Seconds steals beer from the gas station next door," and I am here for that! Sometimes I want to hear pop-punk that has found a way to grow up a little. But other times, I just want pop-punk to be simple, stupid, and (above all else) pure fun. The Brickabrats aren't trying to be original or practice rocket science. They aren't hiding their influences. They want to write the catchiest possible songs and blast them with maximum enthusiasm. It's a simple approach that a million other bands have tried. But they pull it off so well that you wouldn't want it any other way. 

"Fun Night" is about getting ready to party, but they're talking about the sort of party I would have actually gone to — where people chow down on junk food and listen to cool records. Getting into pop-punk in the '90s wasn't just about discovering music that seemed like it was made for me. It was about bonding with all the other misfits and weirdos who loved the same stuff. That spirit is baked into "Fun Night," a song that is literally all about anticipating good times and putting everything else to the side. You know there will be shenanigans, but there's an undeniable innocence at play as well. 

"Fun Night" is the first taste of The Brickabats' debut EP THWACK! (as far as I'm concerned, there can never be enough onomatopoeia in record titles), which releases January 22nd. I have to respect that level of planning ahead when I haven't even figured out what I'm having for breakfast 40 minutes from now. If you're not a pop-punk person, "Fun Night" won't turn you to the dark side. But something tells me that The Brickabrats don't make music for people who dislike pop-punk. If you do like pop-punk, this is a band to watch!

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Wednesday, October 07, 2026

Twerp - 1,000 Ways to Hotwire Your Life


1,000 Ways to Hotwire Your Life, the new EP from Cleveland-based frantic foursome Twerp, is an absolutely delightful jolt of energy that rides the oh-so-fine fine line between punk rock and new wave. I suppose you could call this "egg punk." But my mind doesn't go to modern-day egg punk when I hear this record; it goes more to Devo and The Waitresses. These tunes are spastic, jerky, and endearingly weird — the sort of music that is in the air and water in northeastern Ohio. Even with the artsy, freewheeling edge, the songs are well-crafted and super-appealing. The singer Mojang has personality and charisma all day long. And I'm totally won over by the audacity of a band that can follow 6 songs in 11 minutes with a nearly 7-minute symphony of chaos. What a brilliant record! I'm late to the party on Twerp's previous EP Digital Distortion, but that's totally killer as well. This is one of the best new punk bands I've heard in quite some time. I'm always up for new ways to hotwire my life, so I'll gladly welcome 1,000 of them!

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Tuesday, October 06, 2026

Parasites - self-titled EP


How wild is that I've now been reviewing Parasites records over a period of thirty+ years? If you had told me, when I was a 24-year-old kid, that I'd be writing about a new Parasites EP in 2026, I would have declared you insane. But Dave is still going strong three decades later, and I still haven't found a more appealing hobby than dancing about architecture. So here we are! Out on Something To Do Records, Parasites' new self-titled EP is the band's first release since 2023's EP​-​Onymous and its first standalone EP comprised of new recordings since 1997! So yeah, this is kind of a big deal. In my admittedly biased opinion, Parasites are an all-time top ten pop-punk band, and the A-side of this release is totally in line with what you'd expect from a band that helped define the sound of '90s pop-punk. If you could somehow go back in time and slip "Until You Go" and "The Day You're Gonna Break My Heart" onto Punch Lines or Rat Ass Pie, no one would have been the wiser. When it comes to writing these gut-punch earworm love songs, Dave remains a master of his craft. 1996 me would have eaten these songs up. 

So we're talking vintage Parasites, right? Yes and no! Flip the record over, and you are in for some real surprises. "Drown" is the first time Dave has ever done a proper ballad (replete with strings and piano), and it's all raw emotion and heartfelt sentiment without any heavy guitars or speedy tempos to lean on. I have to admit I heard those opening strains of acoustic guitars and thought Dave was about to go full-on Goo Goo Dolls. But you know what? Lyrically, this is pretty par for the course for a Parasites song. It's genuinely moving and more than a little devastating. It should never be a stretch for a really good pop band to be able to pull off a song like this, and so the Parasites as legitimate balladeers is unexpected but perfectly logical. Dave's vocal definitely has me feeling the song, and that melody has been slowly but surely lodging itself inside my brain. To finish the EP, "What Am I Gonna Do With You" finds the band further entering orchestral pop territory with a cover of an old Gerry Goffin/Russ Titelman composition. The song is most closely associated with The Chiffons, who recorded it first. But Dave's inspiration here was Lesley Gore's version from 1965. Those are some big shoes to fill! At the very least, I applaud the ambition  

I imagine the second side of this EP will be highly divisive. Some longtime fans may be thrown for a loop and perhaps even feel ripped-off. Others might actually like Side 2 better! Certainly no songwriter should ever have to be limited to one musical style for life. Even Dave Parasite can only write so many textbook pop-punk songs before he gets a little tired of it. Whether this is a one-off thing or the start of his Brian Wilson phase remains to be seen. I will certainly be interested in hearing what people think of this departure from Parasites-as-usual. For now, I'll say this: I don't hate it. 

Hit up Something To Do Records if you want to order this EP on 12" vinyl or CD. First vinyl pressing is limited to 150 copies on glow-in-the-dark green vinyl and 150 on black vinyl. You can also order the vinyl and CDs from the Parasite's Facebook page, Dave's Facebook page, and the Waterslide Records web site. Dave is also selling t-shirts and his back catalog items from his Facebook page and the Parasites' Facebook page. You can find all the links below! 

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Sunday, October 04, 2026

Cindy Lawson - ¡Long Live the Resistance!


¡Long Live the Resistance!, the new EP from Cindy Lawson, is exactly what the title promises: a collection of raging, defiant songs that push back against an authoritarianism state and billionaire class that oppress with unchecked power. Out on Rum Bar Records, the EP is available on CD and limited edition 10" vinyl. 

Lawson (The Clams), a legendary figure in the later '80s Twin Cities music scene, has had quite the career renaissance in the 2020s. Her fantastic EPs New Tricks and Don't Come Crying To Me were standout indie/garage rock releases in 2022 and 2023. Last year's single "The Reckoning" was exactly the anthem my discouraged heart needed — a furious assertion that evil individuals will ultimately have to square up with unforgiving karma. It was a noticeable shift in style for Lawson, and it was a thrill to hear her and her band find inspiration and energy in raw, impassioned old school punk rock. The song returns as the lead track on the new EP — followed by three new songs inspired by ICE's takeover of Minneapolis. 

What is a proper response when the powers-that-be brutalize communities, trample all over fundamental human rights, and murder their own citizens? You push back any way you can. Not only has Cindy Lawson taken street-level action in her own community, she has also used her platform as a musician to inspire resistance. Again, she and her band (Jerry Lefkowitz on guitar, Pony Hixon Smith on bass, and Mark Devaraj on drums) utilize fierce, fiery punk rock as their vessel for social protest. I swear Lawson has been drinking from the fountain of youth. She sounds so focused, energized, and full of conviction. When it comes to righteous indignation, there's no denying she wears it well. "Burn," "Eat the Rich," and "Howard Zinn Died for Your Sins" hold nothing back. They are pissed-off, uncompromising, and fearless. They take the fight to the bullies. They speak truth to power. And as I always say about protest music, the key is that these would be powerhouse songs even if the lyrics weren't political. Lawson is such a force of nature on these tracks, and her band matches her energy at every turn. So it's not that the music is bigger than the message; it's that the music amplifies the message. If you're out there in the fight, this is your soundtrack. These are your rallying cries. 

¡Long Live the Resistance! does not shy away from being exactly what it aims to be. Cindy Lawson is not here to negotiate a consensus or implore people to "agree to disagree" with her. She doesn't give a flying fuck if you don't like her politics. She's here to speak her truth and stand up for what she believes in. She's here to speak for everyone who's angry and appalled about injustice in America. And it hits all the harder because this is personal for her. There's a great tradition of punk rock as protest music, and Cindy Lawson is keeping the fire burning at this present and crucial moment.

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Saturday, October 03, 2026

The Exbats - My Dinner With Crumar


If you put on the new Exbats album without any advance knowledge of what the band had been cooking up the last couple years, you were probably shocked out of your shoes. The Exbats falling in love with synthesizers and drum machines is something literally no one could have seen coming. But of course this bold departure is an unequivocal success. It's the freaking Exbats! Anything they touch turns to gold!

So here's the story behind My Dinner With Crumar. The Exbats became massively inspired by Sweeping Promises a few years back, and a close friendship between the bands was formed. The Exbats were intrigued by the idea of recording in Sweeping Promises' house studio, and Caufield Schnug kindly agreed to record them. So the band trekked from Bisbee, Arizona to Lawrence, Kansas four different times between the summer of 2024 and the spring of this year and made a record. I love the idea of bands inspiring and pushing each other to grow and evolve. The Exbats would not have been able to make this exact record in any other studio. The band discovered the Crumar Orchestrator (an Italian string synth from the '70s) in the studio and realized it perfectly fit the mood they were going for. And hence we have the name of the album. Yes, it's really, really different. But it's also really, really great. The McLains took a really huge swing with this album, and they knocked it out of the park. 

What I love about My Dinner With Crumar is that all those electronic instruments (there are also a Moog Grandmother, Oberheim DMX, and Pulsar 23 in the mix) aren't just there for show. They serve a purpose and fit a more modern, atmospheric wall of sound. The programming here is beautiful and very intentional. You can still hear the band's love for '60s pop and girl groups coming through, but on this record, the McLains advance their time machine into the heyday of new wave and synth-pop. A five minute, 31-second slow-burning epic is an interesting choice for a lead track, but "Will You See Me in the Morning" really is the perfect table-setter for this album. It's a bold, emphatic statement. If "I Only See You When I'm Dancing" sounds like classic Exbats turned electronic dance band, I suppose that's exactly what it is! "Back Where You Belong" is picture-perfect new wave pop. "Come and Get Me" is funky, punky disco-pop and a certified earworm. "Call Me An Idiot One More Time" ought to be a smash hit on every continent. Songs like "Falling Into Something" and "Nobody Told Me I Was Dead" aren't that far off from The Exbats of old, yet they sound perfectly in place on this record. "Hide My Baby," which Franksteins together The Shangri-Las and Velvet Underground, will be the track of choice for those who always like a punkier Exbats. And how about a synth-pop reprise of the band's old favorite "Hercules" to remind us that what's old can always be new?  

I will admit that I was a little dubious when I started listening to My Dinner With Crumar. I'd been waiting a long time for the band to release music, and I wasn't sure I was ready for a synth-pop Exbats. But my skepticism was very short-lived since the songs are just so undeniable. Given that this band had been so long known for a traditional guitar-based rock style, it was a gutsy move to embrace synthetic sounds. But whatever instincts were guiding Inez, Kenny, and friends as they conceived, wrote, and recorded this album must have been deemed by the music gods. They knew what kind of album they wanted to make. And with a lot of help from their friends, they made it. This record turned out to be everything I was hoping for and then some. 

I don't think there's anything better for a band than catching that jolt of inspiration and finding yourself super-excited about a new direction. The first rule of making music is that you have to love what you're doing. Whether or not anyone else loves what you're doing is largely out of your hands, but I don't think My Dinner With Crumar will have many people hopping off the Exbats train. If anything, more people will be jumping on. Any time I talk about the best bands out there right now, The Exbats are always in the conversation. They are a reminder that new, exciting music is still out there if you care to look for it. That remains truer than ever. As this band, now 16 years into its story, enters its self-described "middle period," I can't help but be pumped about what's still to come.

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Friday, October 02, 2026

Psychotic Youth - Ready Go


When it comes to power pop and garage rock, Psychotic Youth is at the head of the master class and aging like fine wine. Ready Go is the band's 18th album (and fifth since reforming in 2015). It sounds like...Psychotic Youth! This album is exactly what you'd expect it to be: a perfect blend of power pop, punk-pop, garage, and surf rock (all the best things in life!) that doesn't concern itself one bit with breaking new ground. There aren't a whole lot of bands that can get away with staying in the same lane forever. But when you practically invented this lane, and you can turn out records this good, why not keep doing what you do?! It's a beautiful thing to hear Psychotic Youth in vintage style and vintage form. Jörgen Red Westman remains in peak power as a songwriter, and the band still sounds like it's having a great time making this kind of music. 60 is the new 30! 

Ready Go is not just a passable effort from a classic band. It can stand toe-to-toe with the best of this band's albums. Not quite as lyrically bleak as the last album Happy Songs, this is a full-on return to form. Garage rippers like "Rat Race," "Breakdown," and the surfy "Predator" show that these guys can still rock and roll with the best of 'em. But power pop is the prevailing style here, and that's apparent from the opening strains of the upbeat and irresistibly catchy title track. Likewise, "Back To You," "Can't Get Enough of You," and the smash hit "Girls" are the sorts of songs that Psychotic Youth built its brand on. "Endless Summer" is a joyous callback to the heyday of beach-pop. The band's choices in cover songs (The Plimsouls' classic "Now" and Phil Seymour's "I Found a Love") tell you everything about the vibe and energy it was going for with this record. It's an album to play in the car with the windows down or put on at your next house party. Just push play, and it's summertime any day of the year.  

It's still hard to believe that we went without new music from Psychotic Youth throughout the 2000s and most of the 2010s. But here these guys are in 2026, sounding truly timeless. Is Ready Go a fan-pleasing kind of record? It absolutely is, and let's not make the mistake of thinking that's a bad thing. In this Year of Power Pop, you'll want to be sure to make some room for the OGs!

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Tuesday, September 29, 2026

Pavid Vermin - The Life of a Showgirl: The Encore


Back with an addendum to last year's dandy full-length The Life of a Showgirl, Glenn Robinson delivers a new EP of snappy, crackling, poppy punk rock from his stellar one-man project Pavid Vermin. You know what to expect: crisp, hard-hitting pop-punk tunes with killer hooks and lyrics that are sure to make you chuckle. And this release, with lyrics inspired by Robinson's pals Joey Herbz and Ryan Minter, is particularly well-suited for those with limited attention spans or limited time. With four songs in four minutes, he's not fooling around! You've got songs about barfing up a co-worker's contribution to the company potluck, the city of Cleveland, the dangers of inhaling iodine vapors, and a '90s porn flick called Babylon. Yes, it's clear that Glenn Robinson can write a catchy tune about any topic under the sun! He literally wrote and recorded this EP in just a little over two hours last Thursday morning. I hate to overuse the term "genius," but sometimes it's apropos.

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Josephine Network - Little Spells


Two new albums in six months? It seems we might have entered a portal to 1981, but Little Spells is no contractual obligation from Josephine Network. It just shows that Josephine is on a creative roll, and we are all very fortunate to be able to enjoy it! 

If the last album Hooked was Josephine's lean into the louder, more arena-rocking side of power pop, Little Spells is more of a pure pop record — albeit one that isn't afraid to rock when it needs to. Recorded with Olive Faber from Sunflower Bean over the winter/spring of 2024-25, Little Spells is a charming little guitar pop record that deserves to be appreciated in its own right. Of course Hooked is a hard act to follow, but if you're a Josephine Network fan, Little Spells will not leave you wanting. I might, in fact, like this album a little more than Hooked since I'm such a geek for that '70s by way of the '60s classic power pop sound that looms large here. 

Josephine's knack for writing melodious two-minute pop songs with infectious hooks and clever lyrics is on display from start to finish. "Gotta Get Outta My Heart" is vintage Josephine and a perfect tone-setter. With its blend of sweet melody and playful sexual energy, "Bumpin' Into You" would not have sounded out of place on Hooked. "He's Not Mine" could almost be The Monkees, and I mean that as nothing less than a supreme compliment. "Music Turns Me Round" is giving Stones meet Big Star, and I've got no complaints. The album's middle section finds Josephine in her sweet spot of Beatles-influenced textbook power pop. If you listen to this record, be ready for the jangly "Put A Guitar In Her Hands" to be stuck in your head all week. "I Could Say No" kicks up some Raspberries-style harmonies via George Harrison pop majesty. "Little Spell" is gentle and sweet and simply makes my heart smile. The appropriately-titled "Magnificent" walks a delicate line between '60s pop and '70s AM radio/soft rock. Then to finish the record, we get some pleasing changes of pace with the thoughtful rocker "Tall Buildings" and the stripped-down, piano-driven "Sisters" — an anthem of love and affirmation. 

This 2026 is turning into one for the history books for fans of power pop & indie pop, and my attitude is that we should take the time to appreciate the embarrassment of riches that the music gods have blessed us with. "Too much" good music is an absolutely wonderful problem to have. I may have not set any records for speed in getting this review of Little Spells into public view, but the silver lining is that I had a few weeks to simply enjoy the record before I had to start thinking about what I wanted to say about it. If one new album from Josephine Network this year was a cause for celebration, two is even better! There are a few things in life that I literally never get tired of, and a well-written pop song with hummable melodies and an earworm chorus is certainly one of them. And I appreciate how Josephine wears her love for recording and performing on her sleeve. A great pop-rock record ought to be something that you can turn to when you want to feel good, and Little Spells definitely falls into that category. What a gem! 

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Sunday, September 27, 2026

Rob Moss - "The More I Scroll"


Rob Moss is back with a new single that is hitting me really hard. Moss, whom many of you know from his days with Government Issue and Artificial Peace, has established himself as a unique and prolific lead artist in recent years. "The More I Scroll" takes his distinctively gruff punk rock/post-punk style and weaves in the spiritual influence of Johnny Cash. 

Listening to this song, I felt like Moss had somehow accessed my own dark thoughts. As the title suggests, the song is about doom scrolling. Moss sings about how his phone is full of depressing, troubling, and anxiety-inducing content — and the worse it gets, the more he's drawn to it. That's exactly the way it is for me and millions of others. We are literally addicted to technology — even when what that technology has to offer is really bad for our mental and physical health. And as Moss points out in this song, this endless doom scrolling makes us tune out many of the things in our lives that are actually really great. We just keep getting sucked deeper and deeper into the vortex of misery. 

Ultimately, though, the message of the song ends up being positive. There's a way out of this: just put the phone down! Perhaps that's easier said than done given the addictive nature of social media, but it can be done (as Moss sings) if we try. I do see the irony of me talking about the virtues of staying off of smartphones when I do a blog that many of you read and listen to on your smartphones. I often go onto social media to discover new music or find out what some of my favorite bands are up to. But it's the moderation I struggle with. One minute, I'm just going to check a couple things. The next thing you know, I'm caught up in all the rage bait, blatant misinformation, and toxic discourse and feeling really hopeless about the world. So yeah, I sure do see the value in staying off that phone as much as I can. Thank you, Rob Moss, for the jolt of hope! 

While Rob Moss is always going to sound like Rob Moss, "The More I Scroll" does find him offering his own take on a Johnny Cash and The Tennessee Three sound (think boom-chicka-boom drums, a walking bass line, and some country-ish lead guitar). Moss also does his best to emulate The Man In Black's vocal phrasing without resorting to straight-up imitation. By singing the song mostly in the first person singular and then switching to first person plural at the end, Moss makes the song immensely relatable. His own battle with social media addiction is something most of us know all too well, and his way out of the hole can be ours as well. A lot of what he's singing about is pretty dark, but it's all pointing towards the light. And who doesn't love some punkified Johnny Cash energy? All in all, this is one of Moss's best songs to date!

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Friday, September 25, 2026

Dany Laj And The Looks - If Looks Could Kill


This should have been a really simple review. If the only vital question about If Looks Could Kill, the new album from Dany Laj And The Looks (out today on Having Fun Records), is whether it moves me, the answer is a big old yes. End of story. Review over. Go buy the record. Time for me to grab a beer. 

Just kidding. 

If you're a longtime Dany Laj And The Looks fan, as I am, you'll sense that there's something a little different about this album — in an entirely good way. I'm not really talking about the style of the music. I'm talking more about the tone of the album. Broadly, this is still a high-energy power pop/rock 'n' roll record (always this band's bread and butter). But — perhaps because it was first conceived as solo album — it feels a little more "singer/songwriter-ish." It's more song-driven and less style-driven, and it seems particularly inspired by the state of the world we're currently living in. Certainly the album has its lighter moments, but overall, Dany had a lot of serious things on his mind while he was writing it. You can really hear him working through all that anger, sadness, confusion, self-doubt, and uncertainty. Of course I dig the super-fun, straight-forward power pop bangers like "Thanks for Ringing Us Up" and "Rock 'N Roll Figurines." But I'm especially drawn to the surprises. "Shelved" starts out a certain way and then takes a very sharp and unexpected turn (I knew The Looks were secretly a jam band!). "You Will Find Love" is a rootsy ballad that's very pretty and poignant. Likewise, "Breaking Down" shows a softer, more directly emotional side to this band. "Tell It To You" is an on-point takedown of a society that no longer values the truth. The epic closing track "Till the End" channels all that empathy for people who are struggling in these tough times into a resounding message of love and gratitude.  

And so, five years later, we finally get a new album from Dany Laj And The Looks. I will never say a band has topped its prior output unless I really believe it. This time, I can say it and mean it: If Looks Could Kill is the best album Dany and Jeanette have made together. I'm feeling it the way Brad Marchand felt P.K. Subban's check in 2010. It will remind you why you came to love rock 'n' roll in the first place. Every single song is a keeper. These tunes have heart, soul, and hooks galore. This may have started out as a solo project, but it came to life when Jeanette and David stepped in to help. And then the magic happened. I know I'm always trying to lure you into spending more money on records, but I promise this one is worth it. It's a power pop album. It's not a power pop album. And I love it.

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Lorne Behrman - If Heaven Didn't Hurt

"Ain't it funny
How the good comes when the bad dies
The love comes when the hope is gone
You live on in a story"

Since launching a solo career five years ago after a quarter-century as a guitar slinger extraordinaire, Lorne Behrman has truly seized the day. If Heaven Didn't Hurt (out today on the illustrious Spaghetty Town Records) is already his fourth release and his third full-length recording. The album finds him further refining an artistic vision that is undeniably unique in the punk universe. While still very much punk rock in spirit, If Heaven Didn't Hurt is about as far removed as you can get from the trashy three-chord rock 'n' roll that Behrman is largely known for. Building on the promise of 2024's excellent Blue Love, this 10-song set is as much about a vibe as it is about a sound. It finds Behrman evoking the feel of 1970s cinematic New York and excelling as a storyteller, poet, and chronicler of the human condition. On these songs, he transports us into a world inhabited by characters whose stories are in many ways intertwined with his own: haunted souls reckoning with being chronically misunderstood and deeply disappointed in the hand that life has dealt them. So much of life is about persisting through the dark patches and emerging resilient if not triumphant. For me, this album really speaks to that. 

After four releases, Behrman has fully grown into his signature sound: a half-spoken, half-sung, effortlessly cool vocal delivery; an honest, soul-searching lyrical approach; and a musical style that is as warm & melodic as it is cool & modern. Working with one of the best music producers in the business, Matt Chiaravalle, and a superb cast of musicians (Howard Alper on drums, Matthew Jacob Dougherty on bass, Rob Clores on keyboards, Danielle McCullough on backing vocals, and the legendary Uptown Horns), Behrman had everything he needed in place to really go for it and make the record he envisioned in his head. I would describe If Heaven Didn't Hurt as a really chill, easy-like-Sunday-morning kind of record. These songs don't try to hammer you over the head; they build atmosphere and warmly invite you in. "They Won't Take Us Alive," a bona fide anthem, forms the most direct line to Behrman's punk roots. Elsewhere, the powerful & profound "Ain't It Funny" is a moody rocker meets infectious R & B jam. "Take a Little More Time" and "Bitter Town Blues" are smooth and jazzy. "Pink Cocaine" is primo hipster disco that couldn't be any more New York if it tried. "Every Motherfucker She Sees" is funky blue-eyed soul and a real standout. Closing track "After the Ramblin' Is Done" is Behrman's finest ballad yet — a stunning, ethereal number that brings a gentle but deeply felt finality to an absolutely tremendous album. 

A semi-autobiographical rock album of linked song-stories inspired by the heyday of big screen New York is certainly the kind of thing I'd be into. When Lorne Behrman arrived as a solo artist back in 2021, it was as if he had found an instant identity as a singer and songwriter. He has never needed to search for his place in the underground music scene. What he has done is build on his style. If his previous releases weren't for you, If Heaven Didn't Hurt won't be either. But if you liked his first two albums, you're going to love this one — an even better version of those prior efforts. I love songwriters who aspire to make art, and this album is absolutely a work of art. It's sophisticated and thoughtful as it spins relatable tales of desperation and redemption. Yet it never comes off as pretentious or bloated (even the longest tracks barely cross three-and-a-half minutes). This is a soulful, deeply human record. All of that stellar production and amazing musicianship are there strictly to serve the songs, and it's Behrman's words and voice that remain front and center. This is not some sideman cosplaying as a lead artist. This is one of the most exceptional songwriters in our world doing what he was always meant to do. He's on one heck of a creative roll, and we are fortunate to be privy to it.

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Sunday, September 20, 2026

Jagger Holly - Wet Hot European Summer


So who's the best pop-punk band of the last ten years? Jagger Holly has to be in the conversation — if  not dominating it. On its fifth album, Wet Hot European Summer, Jagger Holly is back doing Jagger Holly things. Jay Dee is a hall-of-fame caliber singer/songwriter in this genre, and he's in prime form on this release. Matt DeeCrack contributes a few ace tunes as he can always be counted on to do, and I wouldn't argue with anyone who says that this is as good as any album in the band's catalog. So yeah, if you want to hear pop-punk done the way pop-punk ought to be done, Wet Hot European Summer will hit the spot. These songs balance just the right amount of pop with just the right amount of punk. Some tracks lean a little more to the former ("Wish I Could See It," "It's Summer Somewhere," "This Kinda Love"), and others lean a little more to the latter ("Everything From You," "Already In Love"). But all in all, this is pop-punk by the book executed to perfection. Jay Dee has a rare talent for writing three-chord punk songs that are impossibly catchy and also hit you straight in the heart. This isn't rocket science, but there's a real science to it. And whatever magic is required to write songs this simple that don't just sound like bad copies of a million songs you've already heard, Jay Dee and Matt sure do possess it. Unlike some pop-punk bands that make their influences ultra-obvious, what we can say about a Jagger Holly record is that it just sounds like Jagger Holly. How perfect of a song is "Anybody Out There"? Who wasn't stoked about the co-ed duet "Won't Catch Me Crying"? 

Getting to its fifth album, Jagger Holly could have gone in a lot of different directions. This could have been a more "mature" Jagger Holly record or an attempted expansion of the band's sound. But if you can stick to what works and still make albums this great, why mess with a winning recipe? While this vintage summer album did not arrive in time for your summer enjoyment this year, you can put it on now and let summer live a little longer in your heart. Get it now from Monster Zero Records in Europe and OUTLOUD and Hey Pizza! Records here in the States!

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Saturday, September 19, 2026

The Goods - Goodbye Summertime


There may be a long list of reasons why it sucks to be a human in the year 2026, but a lack of good music is certainly not one of them. The quality of the releases coming out this year continues to blow me away, and it has been an especially notable year for guitar pop. Goodbye Summertime, the second album from Oakland-based The Goods, is up there with the best of 2026's many long-playing power pop-ish treasures. Largely a solo endeavor from Rob Good, Goodbye Summertime is a stunning work suitable for anyone who loves melody and great songwriting. It pulls from a wide array of influences (Beatles, Brian Wilson, '60s psych and baroque pop, '70s AM radio, '80s/'90s indie pop) that all fall under the umbrella of timeless pop music. It adds all sorts of layers to the band's core sound while still keeping the hooks at the forefront. The album's release in the midst of the transition from summer to fall was surely no coincidence. This is the ultimate fall record: a gentle, melancholy set of songs that seems tailor-made for cozy rainy day lounging and solitary walks with just a touch of chill in the air.  

Much of the magic of Goodbye Summertime lies in its inspiration. Rob Good didn't just write this record; he lived it. "My whole life turned upside down one summer, " he says. "The long-term relationship I was in collapsed, and in the wake of that, I found new love. I was sorting through the grief and failure of my previous relationship and the bliss and anxiety of my new one all at once—all while basically living at my recording studio—and I found myself in an intensely creative state." I love it when songwriters tell their stories, and this story in particular is one I'm feeling deeply. 

Great albums have been written about painful breakups. Great albums have been written about of the thrills and joy of finding new love. But what happens when both things happen concurrently? It's hard to imagine the range of emotions you'd go through and how complicated it would be to process all of that and still be able to function. With this record, though, you don't have to imagine. You experience it vicariously through these remarkable songs. It was as if all that upheaval in Good's life gave him creative superpowers. These songs are absolutely gorgeous, and the bittersweet vibe feels like real life. There's sadness and regret, but there's also optimism and the embracement of what's new. Good doesn't overdramatize anything. He just plays and sings from the heart. And his talent is truly formidable. It's not just the songwriting but also the production and musicianship that shine. Good's guitar work, in particular, is extraordinary. And his longtime collaborators Cherron Arens, Yea-Ming Chen, and Ian McBrayer lend their talents to several songs. Across 14 tracks, there are no subpar moments or unrealized ideas. Every tune is a gem. And it never hurts to have a legend like Bart Thurber mixing and mastering a record! 

Goodbye Summertime is such a relatable album because we can all remember a time when one door closed for us, and then another one opened. Rob Good has taken his own story and practically written a novel in songs. Beyond the personal narrative, the album really does capture that end-of-the-summer feeling where you're wistfully looking back at what has gone and turning a corner to what's coming next. At this very moment, I'm contemplating how yet another summer has passed me by while I was too busy to notice. Change is an unavoidable part of life, and even when it's good change, it takes some getting used to. That's why this record hits so hard. It builds off the broader style of power pop and pushes the boundaries of what it can be without losing sight of why we all love this kind of music. Someday, we're going to look back at 2026 and marvel that Music City's Welcome To Music City, Mod Lang's Borrowed Time, and The Lemon Twigs' Look For Your Mind! all came out in the same year. Goodbye Summertime needs to be on that list as well. This is a marvelous, masterful guitar pop record. It's available now on vinyl and CD from Dandy Boy Records.

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Saturday, September 12, 2026

The Speedways - "Angela Sincerely"



Well how was this not going to be great? "Angela Sincerely" is the new single from The Speedways. Matt Julian co-wrote the song with the legendary Paul Collins, who also contributes some vocals. Collins was a big admirer of Julian's solo song "Sarah I Dare Ya" and inquired about the two of them working on a song together. Imagine what an honor it must be when the King of Power Pop comes calling about collaborating. I will say this: Paul Collins has good taste! Julian had recorded a rough demo (just a verse, chorus, and guitar solo) of "Angela Sincerely" onto his phone last Christmas. Earlier this year, Collins arranged the song and added some bridge parts. And here we are with a Speedways song featuring Paul freaking Collins! This is one of the most Beatlesque songs The Speedways have ever put on tape — a timeless two-and-a-half-minute pop song with magnificent guitar hooks, an instantly memorable chorus, clever lyrics, and a melody you'll be whistling all week. The song will not appear on The Speedways' new album. It's an exclusive B-side to the band's vinyl release of "All Bets Are Off," which will be out this coming Friday. So yeah, if you're a Speedways fan, the new 7" is gonna be a must-have!

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The Trouble Seekers - "Blackout"


It's hard to believe that it had been two years since The Trouble Seekers had last released a single! Time just keeps on ticking, doesn't it? Well, Kevin and Hillary are back with the absolutely raging "Blackout," and they haven't missed a beat. This one's short and not so sweet — 102 seconds of frenzied future punk that slashes away at your senses and then abruptly drops the mic. As always, Kevin and Hillary are in perfect chaotic harmony. You can surmise that a song called "Blackout" is not the feelgood hit of 2026, and of course that's the whole point. You know The Trouble Seekers aren't afraid to summon their demons and wrestle them in the cage of madness. The universe continues to plunge into darkness, but the soundtrack sure is hot!

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Friday, September 11, 2026

Freak Phone - Fresh Set


Are you ready for some killer straight-up punk rock? On its new EP Fresh Set, Portland, Maine's Freak Phone tears through six tracks of totally ripping late '70s/early '80s–style punk rock 'n' roll. You know what I mean: simple and catchy tunes with attitude and guts out the wazoo. The singer, Rosie, can really belt it and is the absolute epitome of a bad-ass. Of course older folk like me are going to freak out over the fact that punk music like this is still being made. But this is no retro, "Let's try and turn back the clock" type deal. This is a new and exciting band that will have punks of all ages bobbing their heads and shouting along to the lyrics. What's super-cool is that this is all new material. None of these tunes are recycled from the band's demo from last year (which also rules). I also like that these tracks are well-recorded. Lo-fi works for some bands, but a cleaner, crisper production really highlights the power in Freak Phone's attack. This is the no-nonsense rock 'n' roll you've been craving, kids. Bring on a full album!

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