Horn-fueled glam stomp will forever have my heart.

The woozy lo-fi charm of Glenn Donaldson cannot be denied.

Only Matt Pond PA can make acoustic, bright, and pristine so cozy.

The Tubs bring all the jittery strum and jangle you can handle.

The band's dangerous return to guitar-forward '90s alt rock hits the mark.

Three guitars is overkill for everyone except these power-pop perfectors.

A jangly indie pop gem that sounds so effortless and true.

A plaintive acoustic heart-tugger that's both sincere and self-aware.

Here Jeffrey Lewis is insistent, humorous, and unstoppable.

Lose yourself in this pastoral indie pop masterpiece.

Ugly and lo-fi never sounded so sweet as it does in this garage stomper.

Smell the leather as you sing the chorus to this punk 'n' roll cut.

A modern masterwork of twang, production, and lyrical wit.

Another bit of bubblegum pop excellence that I can't stop playing.

This undeniable garage power-pop number has hooks for miles.

I feel the wind in my hair and the dirt in my teeth listening to this rocker.

A phenomenal acoustic tragedy written by a man without equal.

This lush power-pop number is a delight – even if it more-than recalls the genre's master.

This rocker is caffeine in sonic form and I say thank you.

The great Midwest summed up by a ringing guitar and a snapping snare.

The infectious chorus plays four times and it's still not enough.

Twee is not a dirty word when precious pop bops this pure and bright.

A goth rock epic that bests the bands it pays homage to.

The dB's frontman puts on his Bacharach suit for an exquisitely arranged pop song.

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Tears tumble out of this one beside subtle banjo. I'm still crushed.

Another brilliant indie pop confection from a band that has my number.

The C86 charm is on full display with this hook-filled bop.

This buoyant pop song is nonstop breezy wonderfulness and sparkle.

Put the pedal to the metal for this driving pop rocker. Simply timeless.

A here-to-fore unimaginable balance of songcraft and lyricism.

Atmosphere gives way a revelatory chorus that lifts me beyond words.

If you like 'em big and dumb (like I do), then this is the bubblegum punk you need.

Achingly melancholic indie rock that delivers on every front.

Chiming guitars explode into a bouncing chorus that has been in my head since the womb.

Power-pop and punk rock smoosh together to deliver a slice of heaven.

A catchy AF '60s wall of sound paean to Charlie Watts we all wish we wrote.

Owen Ashworth destroys me once again with his simple twinkling chords and devastatingly sad spoken lyrics.