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The Last Post crashed through modern ennui with nostalgic pop punk fervour in ‘1999’

Imagine Neutral Milk Hotel lending their rugged timbres to Muse, and you’ll get an idea of what The Last Post unleashed with 1999. It’s pure pre-millennium emo nostalgia that refuses to let the 21st century touch it. The rough edges remain gloriously intact, the imperfections sharpening its charm into something vital. The opening riff crashes in like an adrenaline flashback to a bedroom floor littered with CD cases and scribbled lyrics, before the track tears through any threat of being a paint-by-numbers revival.

There’s an almost desperate creative urgency rippling beneath the melody, a need to share the sweetness of euphoria when it’s tinged with that forlorn coming-of-age purity. It’s the kind of song that makes your chest ache with memories of simpler chaos, the kind that still carried meaning. The choruses erupt with the kind of lifeforce that makes you wish you could step straight back into that era, feeling everything too deeply before you knew what it meant to grow jaded. 1999 is revival zeal distilled into sound, crashing forward with enough melodic conviction to shake off the dust of irony and nostalgia fatigue.

Behind The Last Post is Logan Betz, the Central Pennsylvania multi-instrumentalist who finally dragged his basement-born anthems into the daylight. After years of keeping his songs locked away for some imagined epiphany, he’s made up for lost time with his LP, Wayfinder, co-produced with Logan Summey at Rock Mill Studio. It’s a record that captures everything Betz’s teenage heart held onto – sincerity, sensitivity, and that unkillable love for distortion, hooks, and hope.

1999 is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Sucker for a Pretty Face whipped out power pop punk hooks sharp enough to scar with ‘Ghost in Blue’

Ghost in Blue (on the 405) by Sucker For A Pretty Face

Power Pop always bites down harder when it is hybridised with Pop Punk, so brace yourself for the hooks in Ghost in Blue to scar. Each twist in Sucker for a Pretty Face’s sonic vignette finds that mysterious sweet spot that lands somewhere between your rhythmic pulses and your soul.

The solo virtuoso proves what it sounds like when a pro attacks alt-rock, using nostalgic angst and tender, wistful longing as a lifeblood; the result is a single with enough bite to leave a mark long after the last note decays.

The project, the work of composer, musician, and singer Eric Vincent Thomas, stands at the vanguard of the brashy, bouncy nu-pop punk revival. Under the Sucker for a Pretty Face banner, Thomas alchemises tracks solo and with a revolving door of collaborators, channelling everything from old-school alt-pop-punk to melodically charged, lyrically driven modern rock.

If you were obsessed with Bowling for Soup the last time skinny jeans and panda eyes were cool, this will be your new sonic crush. For anyone whose playlists are a safe haven for anthems of nostalgia and sweet defiance, Ghost in Blue (on the 405) will feel like home.

Ghost in Blue (on the 405) is now available on all major streaming platforms including Bandcamp. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Trust is a loaded gun in Jasno’s Midwest rap-rock requiem Cowboy

Jasno turned venom into catharsis in their latest single, Cowboy, a snarling dissection of the serpentine personas that smile while twisting the knife. By drawing from the sharpened theatricality of emo’s former front runners and strapping Midwest motifs to experimental bursts of rap-tinged alt-rock, the Michigan-based outfit brought new dimensions of ferocity to the subgenre. With lyrics that gnash and compositions that shapeshift across cinematic symphonics and raw rhythmic catharsis, Cowboy is the kind of track that leaves scars worth showing.

From the offset, the volatility floods in, but never at the expense of finesse; it’s all part of the sonic storm Jasno conjure with precision and intention. The spacey synth lines arc like spacecraft across scorched landscapes, while the vocals hit like a threat and a prophecy rolled into one. The band’s full commitment to pushing genre boundaries is writ large in their sonic DNA, but Cowboy hits differently. It’s a revenge anthem for anyone who’s ever had their trust mocked and their kindness misread as weakness.

From the unforgiving lyrics to the skyscraping delivery of the crescendo, Jasno went beyond proving their ability to command any stage. With two full-length albums and three EPs already under their belts, the DIY trio are known for dominating any line-up they’re thrown into, regardless of genre. Now deep into production for their third album, Jasno’s upward motion looks less like a climb and more like combustion.

Cowboy is now available on all major streaming platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Red Maker Bottled the Buzz of Anhedonic Resignation in ‘Boring’

Red Maker

Grunge doesn’t often come with a sugar rush, but Boring by Red Maker is enough to trigger a diabetic coma. Every synthline, scream and scuzzed-out riff pushes you closer to the edge of cathartic combustion. The way it leans into the lo-fi scuzz of the alt-90s and glazes it with 00s alt-rock motifs while delivering post-hardcore screamo fervour creates a sonic overload that feels like Grandaddy throwing punches instead of petals.

Written by Morgan Harris, Kyle Dowling, Mason Harris and Samuel Di Vito, and produced by Mark Dahm at The Warehouse Recording Studio, Boring thrives in chaos. It’s a frenzy of fervour that whips you into the frenetic energy-spiking mania while delivering a potent shot of vindication to anyone who knows the suffocation of anhedonia. The repetition in the lyrics captures the futility of trying to find meaning when life is monochrome, while the delivery punches a hole straight through it.

With Morgan Harris on vocals and guitar, Kyle Dowling on lead guitar, Mason Harris on bass, and Sam Di Vito on drums, Red Maker detonated a refusal to play it safe. Their sonic identity is sharp, sneering and soaked in angst without pretence. They’ve toured alongside The Kickback, Belmont and Vision Video, but Boring puts them in a different lane entirely. When it hits the airwaves on June 13th, the tectonic plates of alternative rock will undoubtedly shift in Red Maker’s direction.

Boring is now available to stream on all major platforms. Check out the artist via their label’s website here. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Trukadi Bottled the Sweet Bruise of Longing in the Emo-Tinged Pop Euphonic Euphoria of ‘Arizona’

Trukadi pulled sincerity out of the abstract and dressed it in melody for his first 2025 release, Arizona. By kicking trends to the curb and bringing hooks that ensnare with an unflinching grip, he built a euphoric mirage of Midwest emo guitars and pop sensibilities so sticky-sweet it practically melts into your chest. His unique aural blueprint feels less like a stylistic choice and more like an atmosphere; one that seeps through the cracks and soaks you in nostalgic ache and starry-eyed optimism.

The San Francisco Bay Area artist has already proven his prowess behind the console with his instrumental EP Threshold and emotionally raw glitch-hop outings like Pick and Choose. But Arizona marks a definitive evolution. The vocal tone is fuller, the songwriting sharper, and the emotion even more unfiltered. There’s no hesitation in how the track leans into vulnerability. There’s bruising in every shimmering chord and beat, but it’s the kind of ache you welcome. The kind that reminds you what it means to feel everything at once.

Between his finesse over fretwork and his ability to turn yearning into something you can wrap yourself in, Trukadi offered a self-examination soundtracked by subtle euphoria. Arizona hits on every level. You might have to explain the marks.

Arizona is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

saintedblu Scorched the Alt-Rock Scene with the Hyper-Pop Voltage in ‘Sweet But Psycho’

saintedblu didn’t hold back with Sweet But Psycho. As his first official release, he came through swinging with a sound that sharpens those iconic 00s pop punk hooks through the friction of electro-heavy post-hardcore. There’s no nostalgia gimmickry here—just the raw alchemy of genre collision charged with all the futurism of bands in the vein of Bring Me the Horizon. The choruses don’t fizzle out or lean on repetition; they go straight for the jugular with hyper-charged bounce, as the polished production carries every vocal stab with enough voltage to make your chest rattle.

The alt-rock foundation is solid, but it’s saintedblu’s refusal to play it safe that gives the track its razor edge. His rap stripes didn’t fade when he pivoted to alternative rock after launching his career in 2020—they rerouted, slamming a jolt of attitude and rhythmic precision into his new sonic territory. Since relocating from London to Australia in late 2024, he’s kept that edge sharp while letting more emotion bleed into his music, creating songs that speak to resilience, chaos, and the pleasure of ripping away the gloss to show the nerve underneath.

With Sweet But Psycho, he’s delivered an infectiously liberating earworm that may make you think twice about which femme fatales you let slip between your sheets. It’s an incredible blast of alt-rock volition that’s sharper than a guillotine and effortlessly sets saintedblu apart from the rest.

Sweet But Psycho is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Park National Spilled the Soul-Spiked Ache of Loving Through Self-Loathing in the Shoegazed Emo Anthem, ‘Your Mom’s House’

It took a few decades for Midwest emo to grow up, but that long-awaited maturity resounds in the sludgy shoegazed guitar tones of Your Mom’s House by Park National, which still delivers the visceral ache of emotions pouring out into a world that is all too ready to distort them with dissonance. But the cultivation on display that carves its way through the locked-on emotive target overdriven guitar tones elevates this anthem of ennui to the nth degree.

With one of the strongest guitar solos I’ve ever heard in emo-adjacent territory paired with the sheer striking sensibility of Your Mom’s House, which delivers the pained refrain of “just because I can’t love myself, doesn’t mean I can’t love you”, it is no surprise that Park National is amassing followers like there’s no tomorrow with the smorgasbord of resonance he distills into his vignettes.

Park National is the project of Chicago’s Liam Fagan, who broke through in 2020 with the self-produced The Big Glad, a record soaked in coming-of-age angst and serrated emo-pop textures. He’s now barrelling into new sonic territory with You Have to Keep Searching, a lo-fi-flecked, fuzz-soaked, genre-warping body of work that serves as a conduit for catharsis and chaos in equal measure. Guided by a DIY ethos and unflinching introspection, Fagan’s evolution is anything but obscure.

Your Mom’s House is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Spite Never Tasted So Sweet in the Snarling Alt-Indie-Punk Static of ‘Licorice’ by 92Steps

Skunk Radio Demos by 92Steps

With no interest in immaculate solos or the polished edges demanded by purists, 92Steps‘ lo-fi snarler Licorice tears through the pop-punk façade with a ragged confidence that sardonically smiles in the face of perfection. Produced in a Minneapolis flat, a family cabin, and a borrowed office space, Licorice is a product of unapologetic constraint—and it thrives in every rough-edged second.

A single-person operation run by Riley Schindler, 92Steps makes it clear from the get-go that this is punk for the disillusioned, the spiritually wrecked, and the quietly gluttonous. Drawing from the same well of misanthropy that fuelled the ‘90s, Licorice strips the polish away from pop-punk, delivering a snarled, lo-fi anthem of pure infectious volition—but there’s plenty more to hold onto than scorn.

Machiavellianly switching up vocal energy with deliberate abandon, the single doles out hooks with the sting of Fidlar and the songwriting stripes of The Offspring, forming a corrosively catchy callout aimed at a slick protagonist that’s easy to hate—probably because they’re hiding in everyone’s orbit.

It’s not clean. It’s not clever. It’s not trying to be. What Licorice is, however, is a shot of caustic humour on the vein of alt-indie-punk’s increasingly self-serious skin. There’s real venom in the charm, and sincerity stitched between the sneers.

Licorice is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Bandcamp.

Review by Amelia Vandergast

HeadFirst Tore Through the Fabric of Modern Disillusionment with ‘Retrograde’

Retrograde, taken from HeadFirst’s LP, Modern Role Models, serves as definitive proof to anyone over 30 that emo was never a phase while welcoming a new generation of grungy pop punk to the sanctity of raw augmented sincerity. With rapid-fire Bloodhound Gang-adjacent vocals snarling through the distortion and melodic hooks that are sharp enough to carve through any former earworms and lacerate a place for this infectious anthem, there’s no denying that Retrograde makes a monumental impact.

If you can imagine how affecting the middle ground between Fidlar, Foo Fighters and Dinosaur Jr would be, you’d get an idea of how the pulse of this track is given the reins to your rhythmic pulses as the lyrics latch onto the tension tearing through your world and give you an outlet.

Formed by Siraj Husainy, Coby Conrad, and Bima Wirayudha, HeadFirst fuse raw post-grunge fervour with the melodic pull of pop punk. Hailing from Boston, the trio pours electric, visceral energy into every performance, whether lighting up dive bars or packed-out venues. Their music rides the tightrope between nostalgia and cutting modernity, crafted with relentless rhythms, emotionally charged lyrics, and hooks designed to leave a lasting scar.

With Retrograde, HeadFirst have solidified their status as a powerhouse for anyone who craves loud, honest expression in a disillusioned world.

Retrograde is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast

Careful, King redefined resilience with trap-pop reverie in ‘Don’t Test Me’

In his latest single, Don’t Test Me, Careful, King redefined resilience through the lens of vulnerable trap-pop introspection. While the title may prepare you for a fiery diatribe, there’s a tenderness to his sonic touch which speaks volumes of his ability to stand his ground while never relinquishing his aura of pure intent.

As emotive as Lil Yachty, but with authenticity coursing far deeper than any superficial resemblances, Careful, King delivered a melodically aching arrangement where every rhythm and every lyric feels earned. It’s not just his vocal flow that marks itself with distinction; the way he arranges his wavy trap-pop instrumentals into rhythms of pure candid catharsis is proof that even if you did a full lap of the contemporary trap scene, you’d never encounter an artist in the same vein as Careful, King.

By channelling the emotional weight of lifelong battles with self-perception, self-worth, and the desire to be authentically seen, Careful, King injects raw humanity into his scar-mapping aural canvas. His story of wrestling with the need for validation, finding solace in self-love, and creating purely from the drive within himself resonates through the track’s bruised yet hopeful core.

Through ‘Don’t Test Me’, Careful, King proves that life’s most powerful moments happen not under the spotlight, but in the quiet spaces where we choose to love ourselves enough to be whole.

‘Don’t Test Me’ is now available to stream on all major platforms, including Spotify and Apple Music. 

Review by Amelia Vandergast