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New single: Eye Ball || Of The Northern Americas

Tiny songs, huge payoff

I once overheard someone define volunteer work as “being asked to do something and forgetting to say no.” That came to mind when Eye Ball released this one-minute single simply because a label (Knuckles on Stun) asked them to.

In that single minute, Eye Ball cram in two 15-second songs and one 30-second one. All three are perfectly formed little blasts, with Making Babies Smile At Me standing out as an absurdly catchy pop-punk hit. The two shorter tracks don’t waste a second — pure blink-and-you-miss-it punk jolts.

Fun idea, nailed execution.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp || Knuckles on Stun

New EP: Barpinson || Population

Four songs of dirt-pop charm from Jakarta

This week we’re sharing our favorite short-format releases of the year. Those lists are already locked, so this EP from Jakarta sadly missed the cut on timing alone. That’s a shame, because Population would have fit right in.

Barpinson is the brainchild of Prabu Pramayougha , who clearly has a knack for writing catchy, sugary pop-punk — the kind of dirt-pop that would feel right at home on Bloated Kat Records. The EP packs four songs, including a cover of Foreign Girls by The Tours. Dance Off! is my jam here. Pure bubblegum, all bounce and charm.

Simple, sweet, and very easy to like.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

New single: Mod Lang || TV Star b/w 3+1

Throwback hooks with forward momentum

Named after a Big Star song and made up of familiar faces from the Detroit rock-’n’-roll underground (members of Sugar Tradition and Fen Fen), Mod Lang arrive with expectations already humming. Their two-song debut 7″ is out now on Just Add Water Records, and honestly, it would’ve landed on my best short-format releases list if I hadn’t already wrapped it up (that one drops Thursday, with Dennis’ list arriving tomorrow).

TV Star kicks things off immediately—immediately immediately. From the first second, it feels like one long, perfectly wired pre-chorus and chorus, stitched together from deep-buried fragments of rock history the band instinctively knows how to recombine. The B-side 3+1 rides a sweet, confident guitar riff and keeps the momentum locked in place.

This has all the ingredients of the next buzz band, and Mod Lang sound fully aware of it—without overplaying their hand.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp || Just Add Water

New EP: Baby Muffler || Baby Muffler

Fun and scrambled egg punk

For some, 2025 was the year where the egg punk label should retire. For others, that playful, synthy, hyperactive mutant strain remains one of the most fun directions punk has taken in recent years. Whatever crate you want to file Baby Muffler under is up to you—I’m less interested in labels than results, and this one delivers.

Created by Keegan Turner with support from Jacky Downey, Baby Muffler stands out through sheer charm and momentum. It’s scrappy, catchy, and genuinely fun, the kind of EP that feels like it was made without overthinking any of it.

This self-titled EP is out now on Teenage Mutant Ninja green cassette via Ink Spot Tapes.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

Music Year-End List || Niek’s Favorite Albums of 2025

Five years of Add To Wantlist, and the underground music scene is still fighting the algorithm with the only weapon that matters: better music. Look, 2025 had plenty of reasons to spiral: A.I.-generated music clogging up the web like malware, streaming services paying artists in pennies while investing in war machines, shipping costs that make you weep, and indie labels on shoestring budgets battling tariffs and trade barriers. And yet—and yet!—the real music kept showing up like it had something to prove.

Because 2025? It was stacked with the good stuff. Tiny labels dropping masterpieces from basements. Bands recording in bedrooms, kitchens, storage units, sheds—somehow crafting songs with more soul than anything focus-grouped into existence. Punk bands running on spite and failing systems. Garage weirdos alchemizing chaos into pure joy. LGBTQ+ musicians turning their most vulnerable moments into anthems that hit like freight trains. Jangle-pop obsessives writing hooks so good they feel like they’ve existed forever. For those paying attention, it was a year full of human fingerprints on every beat, and it was everything.

And here’s the wildest part: people still give a damn. Scenes are rebuilding from the ground up. The daily release count keeps climbing. Bands are back on the road in whatever form of transport their budget allows. I witnessed a legendary pop punk label throw an anniversary show that sold out to a room full of believers who actually showed up and loved every second of it. I stood with 5,000 people losing their minds as the hottest band around redefined what a hardcore band can be. Every week brought a new obsession—some scrappy little record punching way above its weight class. And our blog grew this year, which means more of you beautiful weirdos have joined us in the crates. Welcome aboard!

So yeah, the world’s a mess. The internet’s a dumpster fire. But independent guitar music? Still kicking, still vital, still the best argument for why we started this blog in the first place: community, curiosity, and that unbeatable high of stumbling onto a band that sounds like everything you’ve been looking for.

Here are the 50 albums (plus 50 more) that, for me, made this year worth it. As Dennis wrote in his eclectic and amazing AOTY list this Tuesday—our overlap is minimal, so dig in—rankings are just taste. What matters is the joy, the discovery, that moment when a song connects and suddenly your day is better. My ranking criteria? Simple: which records did I love spending time with the most…

You’ll find all of them below. Enjoy reading, enjoy listening, and if something grabs you, the links go straight to Bandcamp or Discogs—and to earlier reviews when we wrote about them in depth. Check out our favorite short format releases of 2025 next week! Oh, and here is a playlist with 91% of my picks  (FYI: pretty sure this time next year we’ll be on a different streaming service).

New EP: Soda Pops || Sweet Nothing

Sugar-coated chaos from Helsinki

Helsinki duo Cherry Twist and Candy Crash make up Soda Pops, and with names like that — plus a bubblegum-pink cover — I’m happy to report they sound exactly as advertised on their debut EP: super-sweet garage pop’n’roll with ’60s girl-group sparkle and punky rough edges. Or as they put it themselves: “sugar-coated chaos to keep your heart warm while it breaks.”

Sweet Nothing is four songs, all hits, all charm. A couple of songs in, and Soda Pops have me going doo doo shoo wap, yeah! The best part: they’re only just getting started.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

Album review: Mujeres Podridas || Sangre Y Sol

Love, violence, death — and punk that feels alive.

It’s been a while since I’ve checked in with Mujeres Podridas (Austin, Texas), but four years after Muerte En Paraíso, their follow-up Sangre Y Sol is here — and it’s essential listening for anyone who likes their punk sharp, urgent, and played like something’s genuinely on the line.

Everything here orbits a tight, volatile triangle of love, violence, and death. You hear the lightness of the first, especially in the melodic punk of Sol and Fantasmas, before the darker shades settle in as the album progresses. The further you go, the heavier it hits.

By the end, you’re reminded why bands like this matter — they play punk rock that feels alive, high-stakes, and absolutely necessary.


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

New EP: Friends of Cesar Romero || Cars, Guitars, Girls

The Doomed Babe Series is nearing completion and we're not ready for it

Last week, in a move that felt a bit like Marvel dropping a Phase 12 rollout chart, J Waylon Porcupine casually announced three FOCR releases for 2026: Jolly Joker, Soul Scouts, and Beneath The Valley of the Go Go’s—installments 48, 49, and 50 of the Doomed Babe Series. But buried in a massive list of every entry was a header that froze me: THE COMPLETE DOOMED BABE SERIES.

Sigh. Does that mean what it sounds like?

The series launched in 2011, and FOCR is probably the band we’ve covered more than any other. I’m nowhere near ready for it to wrap up. And naturally, the questions pile up: is this the end of the series? The band? Both? Or just a clever setup for whatever comes next?

At least one surprise has already landed. The unannounced Cars, Guitars, Girls EP—conveniently numbered #47.5—is classic FOCR comfort food: punky power pop tracked straight to the garage floor. What’s inside? A 90-second blast about chasing a heartbreaker who never picks you (Pro Yearner), a scorched-earth breakup burner loaded with FOCR-greatest hits playlist potential (Nine Pound Hamer®), and 70 seconds of “gosh, I wish I could write songs like this” pop perfection about quitting the fool-in-love routine with someone who’s not worth the wreckage (Headlight Queen).

So now the question hangs heavier: is 2026 a farewell tour—or a victory lap? Or both?


Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

New album: Heritage || Blood and Tears

Classic rock instincts with hardcore teeth

Heritage are hardly the first band to claim that name—hence the (50) slapped onto their Discogs page—but this version feels like the one you’ll actually remember. Built around Jason Wood (Grinning Death’s Head) and backed by a stacked lineup of underground lifers—Jeff Jelen, Mark McCoy, Nate Wilson, and Ian Jacyszyn—Heritage sound like five people playing as if they’ve got something to prove. And on Blood and Tears, they do exactly that.

Trying to categorize this thing is an impossible task. At times they sound like a hardcore punk band reverse-engineering classic rock anthems; other moments feel like street-punk kids chasing their love for Springsteen. Town Hall is basically what would happen if Skid Row went punk rock. Break the Bank leans into snarling street energy. Witness Protection lands somewhere in that sweet spot where bruised punk meets big-hearted heartland rock. What ties it all together is the songwriting—every track comes with either a massive chorus, an unexpectedly catchy hook, or both.

Despite its fixation on societal collapse, Blood and Tears is surprisingly uplifting. The anger and frustration are there, sure, but so is the catharsis—the sense that the world may be burning but Heritage are handing you the match and saying, “Let’s go.” It’s a jolt of conviction, sincerity, and sheer rock-’n’-roll vitality. A perfect year-end palette cleanser.




Add to wantlist: Bandcamp

Single review: Billy Tibbals || Rock n’ Roll Kids b/w Playtime

A single that swerves, struts, and never lets up

While working on your year-end lists (they’re coming soon!), you inevitably spot a release you somehow missed. Usually it’s fine; sometimes it stings. I won’t hand in my resignation just yet, but forgive me for only now catching the latest single from rock-’n’-roll’s finest prodigy — which dropped A FREAKIN’ TWO MONTHS AGO. Sigh.

To those who’ve had these tunes on repeat already: apologies. I’ll try harder. But if you, like me, let this one slip, hit play and prepare for a jolt. Rock n’ Roll Kids opens with a classic ’70s glam stomp before swerving into a glampop-punk’n’roll detour less than a minute in. Tibbals keeps yanking the tempo around, slamming between restraint and full throttle, tossing in sexy guitar lines and hooks sharp enough to bruise. We’re not worthy.

The B-side, Playtime, leans into Tibbals’ theatrical soft-rock impulses — still cheeky, still dramatic, and unmistakably him.

7″ single out now on Billy Tibbals’ own Fizz Fizz Records.

Add to wantlist: Discogs

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