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They’re here! The new songs added to our stream for July 2025. A LOT of great new music that we know you’ll enjoy. If not? Well, then maybe you have

They’re here! The new songs added to our stream for July 2025. A LOT of great new music that we know you’ll enjoy. If not? Well, then maybe you have
Justin Hawkins might be a walking falsetto meme, but the band never stopped taking their glam-rock chaos seriously. “The Longest Kiss” oozes with Queen-sized guitar licks, over-the-top drama, and a
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This band is like a biker gang made entirely of journeymen rock gods. “Crossroads” stomps its boots, growls its truths, and shreds like the ‘70s never ended. No gimmicks, no
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The Seldom Scene continues to prove that you don’t need volume to break a heart. “Man at the Crossroads” is reflective and warm, full of harmonies that sound like front
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Robbie Williams has always been equal parts crooner, clown, and chaos agent. “Rocket” proves he’s still orbiting some strange, glorious planet of his own. It’s Bowie meets Britpop meets a
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This shouldn’t work—and yet here we are, emotionally wrecked. Two stadium-sized forces from adjacent genres team up to cry in harmony. It’s slick, heartfelt, and shameless in the best way.
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Jarvis Cocker is still the smartest weirdo in the room. “Spike Island” is half memoir, half manifesto—sleazy in a thoughtful way. It’s Britpop grown up and still twisted. This isn’t
Skin still has one of the most volcanic voices in rock. “Animal” roars with everything that made Skunk Anansie essential in the ‘90s—rage, beauty, and control teetering on the edge
Yep, they’re still at it. And no, they don’t care what the critics say. “Beautimous” is grime-polished and growly in all the right ways. It’s unfiltered, it’s ridiculous, it’s Puddle
Pearl Jam makes ballads for people who used to punch drywall. “Future Days” is Eddie Vedder dialing it all down into something vulnerable and stripped bare. It’s less about stadiums