Nothing like some no-nonsense post-punk to wake you up in the morning.

Three decades later, Boards of Canada still manage to haunt and enchant at the same time. Out of this world and out of this time, "Inferno" is lush with new sounds and melodies, whilst still packaged in that familiar nostalgic sheen. As the coming Summer drags on, I can see myself retreating more and more often into this cryptic world of mysterious whisperings and brooding electronics.

Before listening to "Inferno", I felt it was only right to first familiarise myself with Boards of Canada's catalogue a little. And so I stumbled into this world of hypnotisms; an endless trance of malformed memory. By modern standards, the duo's approach to technological music may seem a little too minimalist, but it's the starkness that makes each note and each sound stand out. It's what makes "Music Has the Right to Children" so achingly nostalgic: its ... read more

Kim Petras, I'm sorry I ever doubted you.

feeble little horse have managed to carve out their own niche of Indie Rock: bitcrushed and disorientating, yet still familiar.

Cool showreal, Peggy. Big fan of those bleeps and bloops. Only heard one flow in there though, what's that about?

A kaleidoscope of nostalgia in the making. Years of memories collapsed into one fracturing moment, brimming with explosive creativity. "status update music" is music to share in love and friendship, a testament to community and the future. JR forever!

Broken Social Scene's latest album boasts some of their signature upbeat Indie-Rock anthems, as well as some more meditative songs. I do enjoy the linear progression and the shimmering production on these latter tracks, although I do feel the actual songwriting is a little lacking at times. Still, "Remember The Humans" is a very beautiful album, all-encompassing in its intimacy and full of life.

A hulking, virus-ridden predator of thumping bass and piercing electronics. It stalks you, haunts you, chases after you, getting closer and closer until it gets its claws in you and tears you apart. Your mind ripped to shreds, your identity taken. "Theft World" is punk for the digital age: violently paranoid, confidently insane.

I've been driven insane by this. It's an incredible feeling.

The British imperialist war machine is a withered shadow of its former self, but it doesn't hurt to give it one last kick into the grave.

Midwestern melancholy, intimate and irresistibly emo. I might warm a little more to this on a second listen, but for now, the 17-year-old in me screaming along to Bright Eyes is more than satisfied.

An astral apparition, grand and enchanting. The passion and talent is evident on “Hell for a Basement”, a stellar Lo-Fi Indie Rock which might be the most ambitious of its kind this year.

The vibes are immaculate, the grooves kick ass. These interstellar jesters have got me hooked.

Cameron Picton was always the romantic of black midi, penning such grandiose ballads as ‘Still’ and ‘Diamond Stuff’ during his time with the band. It is therefore no surprise that the debut album of My New Band Believe is as lush and passionate as it is. Every song is a celebration of the collaboration that went into the record, as well as the power of acoustic instrumentation. Picton ties it all together with voice, though, which is as intimate as it is commanding. I ... read more

Pristinely peaceful. Ichiko Aoba's "0" is a winding path through a still, silent landscape. It's vast yet intimate, this eternity of peace, which she conjures up with nothing but her voice and a guitar. I could happily spend the rest of my days in this serenity.

A profound exploration of the struggle to find purpose between the pains of birth and death. "Divers" is Joanna Newsom at her most concise, yet the theatrical flourishes and poetic complexities of her previous work are still present here. It's a triumphant (and hopefully temporary) bookend to her discography; a celebration of her legacy as one of Indie Folk's boldest voices.

The latest RAYE album might be a little too dramatic for its own good at times, but I would be lying if I said her honesty and passion aren't refreshing. Pop should be grandiose and theatrical!

Grimy club rat anthems to fuck shit up to! Pop died last year, but in 2026 the legacy of brat summer is alive and kicking!

Gentrified anthems for your neighbourhood Starbucks.