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Fontaines D.C. debuted two unreleased songs at their live return in Cádiz, Spain: the industrial "Marianne" and the synth-driven "Six Shot Morning," their first headline show in nearly a year.

Towa Bird sits down with Medicine Box for an interview about her album Gentlemen, the vulnerability behind 'Victoria,' and why she limits herself to just one look at fan reactions.

Kenny Mason talks BULLDAWG, teaching himself guitar, and why being a bulldawg means accepting yourself before anything else.

"Drywall" is about shared damage that never fully heals, told through repairs that fix the surface but leave everything underneath untouched.

Alemeda's song captures the gut-punch of a world that keeps moving after someone walks out, then dares to move with it anyway.

"The Wolf" doesn't warn about catastrophe — it argues we're already inside it, and the real horror is that we built the teeth ourselves.

"Garden" frames itself as a courtesy heads-up, but the narrator already knows how this ends. The warning is cover for a move already in progress.

"Blood On Our Hands" doesn't just indict fascism—it calls out everyone watching without acting. The real enemy is the comfortable bystander.

"Baby Kool (Evelyn)" is a song about the overwhelming, almost spiritual experience of being undone by music itself, dressed in the form of a love song.

Florence Road's "7563" doesn't chase anxiety — it drowns in it slowly, until a phone number is the only thing left that feels real.

"C.E.O." finds Weezer admitting the hustle and the sellout are the same job, and the rocket is pointed backward.

In "Clay Pigeons," the escape plan and the recovery plan are the same thing. The narrator flees their life to feel their way back into it.

"Square Up" confronts a self-destructive survivor with cold love: your pain is real, your circumstances were unfair, and none of that saves you.

"Oh No Now My" holds love and ultimatum in the same breath, and the tension between them is exactly what the song refuses to resolve.

The Avalanches' aching plea refuses to move on, trapping the narrator in a loop of absence, silence, and desperate need for one small sign.

DIIV's "The Fountain" turns the myth of youth renewal into a weight you carry, not a gift you receive. The poison was always there.

Q's hook rewrites itself mid-line, and that pivot from choice to fate is where the whole song lives. Here's what it's really saying.

Q's "boi" hands the mic to André 3000 for a relentless question: what breaks a man so badly he stops feeling anything but extremes?

Q's song is a love declaration built on self-admitted uncertainty, arguing that genuine reciprocity matters most when you're still figuring yourself out.

"Let Us In" builds a case that pleasure is something you claim, not something you wait to deserve.

"Find It One Day" is a breakup song disguised as hope, where Ravyn Lenae buries her confession in art and waits for time to do the rest.

"Bobby" is about knowing a relationship is over and waiting for him to notice. Ravyn Lenae makes the exit feel earned and exhausting at once.

"Wish You Well" isn't forgiveness for their sake. Ravyn Lenae's narrator earns the goodbye by letting the feeling be real and leaving anyway.

"Barriers" is a song about wanting someone who keeps choosing distance over closeness, and how long patience can hold before it becomes a demand.

"Babygirl" argues that self-belief is a door you stop climbing through the window of, available the moment you decide to walk through it.

Ravyn Lenae's 'Saturday Night' holds the breakup song and the club anthem in the same breath — about knowing exactly what you're walking away from and doing it anyway.

In "Reputation," Ravyn Lenae stays not because she's fooled but because she chooses belief over evidence, and that choice costs her everything.

In 'Sew Me Back Together,' Ravyn Lenae makes a case that needing someone completely is its own kind of certainty, not a weakness.

Ravyn Lenae's 'Potential' is about finally naming the thing you loved: not the person, but who you believed they could become.

"In & Out" is about knowing exactly how dangerous a feeling is and walking straight into it anyway. Ravyn Lenae makes that surrender feel inevitable.

Ravyn Lenae's "Never Let Me Go" argues that real love isn't dramatic — it's the person you call when you're stuck on a line.

"Familiar Dreams" argues that a year of distance means nothing when the body remembers everything. Ravyn Lenae maps the exact gap between knowing better and doing it.

"Handle" is Ravyn Lenae daring someone to meet her at full force, framing her love as a landslide you survive or don't. Here's what the song means.

"Harmony" argues that relief and longing are the same feeling, just finally answered. ROLE MODEL's most disarming song about what peace actually costs.

"The Wedding" is ROLE MODEL at his most disarmed: a self-declared non-believer in marriage watching his own certainty dissolve in one night.

'Stain' is about the cruel timing of someone coming back right when you'd finally stopped needing them. Here's what the lyrics actually say.

"Honeydew" isn't about a relationship. It's ROLE MODEL talking to his own past, offering the tenderness he once needed most.

"Service Receipt" is about trying to move on while knowing, honestly, that you haven't. ROLE MODEL builds a portrait of grief that dresses itself up as effort.

"Joy" personifies happiness as someone who drifts in and out of reach, and the song is an honest admission that wanting joy back isn't enough to keep her.

"Good Thing" follows someone choosing to stay open despite every reason they've built to stay closed.

"Chasing Midnight" argues that making peace with a dead end isn't wisdom — it's what desire looks like when it stops fighting itself.

"Love I you" is a grammatical mistake that tells the truth. ROLE MODEL's messy, tender confession proves vulnerability beats polish every time.

ROLE MODEL's "Song Is All You Get" argues that the songs left behind by love aren't the leftovers. They might be the realest thing you keep.

Chuck's Mantra holds two truths at once: the certainty that you deserve something better, and the terror that time won't wait for you to find it.

The Strokes' "Lonely in the Future" calls out Anthony Fantano by name, two years after his NOT GOOD review of the Voidz and the AI cover art call-out. Fantano's response: he's buying the album.

Joy Crookes sits down with Medicine Box for an interview about her new song "Not in Love," a self-produced album in progress, and why she refuses to let algorithms choose her music.

The 10 best songs of July 2026, picked by Medicine Box: Steve Lacy, 2hollis, Amaria, MOIO, Love Spells, Liim, Frost Children, daine, Cage The Elephant, and Max Fry.

KatzPascale are Sammi Katzmann (sax) and Jenna Pascale (cello), the loop-pedal duo who landed on Fred again's new edit of the Brian Eno song "C'mon" during the Mexico City livestream.

"can't be nothing but what i am" sits in that uncomfortable space where self-awareness offers no relief. jigitz builds a song around a confession that doubles as an apology and a refusal all at once, tracing the quiet exhaustion of someone who can see themselves clearly but can't seem to change what they see. It's not a breakup song or a redemption arc. It's something more honest than either.

"Afterlife" is Frost Children at their most defiant and tender at once, wrapping a promise of unconditional presence inside something that sounds like a fever dream hymn. Angel and Lulu trade lines about survival, loyalty, and the kind of bond that doesn't need labels or endings. It's a love song that refuses the usual terms, replacing goodbye with something permanent.

"Satellites" is Frost Children at their most psychologically sharp, circling a relationship where love and manipulation have fused into something almost indistinguishable. Lulu and Angel split the song between rage and longing, between wanting to destroy something and wanting to keep it forever. The result is a track about being trapped in orbit around something that diminishes you, and choosing to stay anyway.

"How to Breathe" sits in that raw space where love and loss stop feeling like opposites. Buffalo Traffic Jam builds a portrait of a relationship that shaped someone completely, then walked out the door, and the cruelest part is those two things are inseparable. The song doesn't rage or beg. It just holds the contradiction up to the light and lets it hurt.

"Fool's Gold" is about the specific ache of loving someone you couldn't hold onto and slowly realizing you were never really chasing gold at all. Buffalo Traffic Jam builds the song around that quiet collapse, the sleepless nights, the bad decisions, and the voices that tried to warn you before you were ready to hear them. It's honest in a way that stings, not because it dramatizes heartbreak, but because it just sits in it.

"Buyin' Dirt" sits with the quiet discomfort of living inside someone else's story. Buffalo Traffic Jam captures that specific in-between state where you're going through the motions, tending land and routines that never really felt like yours, while the pull toward something different hums just underneath. It's a song about avoidance dressed up as belonging.

"Hanging on Hope" sits in that raw place where you know a relationship is breaking you but can't bring yourself to leave. Buffalo Traffic Jam lays out the full weight of that contradiction without flinching, from backroads and restless nights to a backyard with shovels in it. It's a song about clinging to someone who may not even know you're drowning.

"Happiness Is So Sad" catches someone at the exact moment they realize the person they love would be better off without them. Swedish House Mafia wraps that devastation in a title that sounds like a contradiction but lands as pure emotional truth. Releasing someone is supposed to be an act of love, but the song makes clear it still breaks you completely.

"Luckiest Man Alive" sits at the uncomfortable intersection of being blessed on paper and broken on the inside. Buffalo Traffic Jam writes about anxiety and emotional numbness with an honesty that doesn't reach for easy comfort. The song builds slowly from numbness to desperation, landing on an outro that flips the whole premise and makes the narrator claim the title for themselves, not with joy, but with something closer to surrender.

"THE GOLDEN RECORD" turns the cosmos into a metaphor for isolation so complete it feels like death, then flips that into one of the most quietly overwhelming discoveries imaginable: someone else is out there. ivri builds a song around the moment connection becomes real, not just hoped for. It's small and infinite at the same time, which is exactly the point.

"Blowin' Up" zeroes in on a specific kind of person: bored, agitated, hungry for spectacle, and convinced that chaos would feel like relief. Dinosaur Jr. treat this figure with equal parts contempt and dark humor, watching the thrill-seeker wait for an explosion that probably isn't coming. What makes the song sting is how recognizable that restless, apocalypse-craving energy actually is.

"Saw You Stand" is Greta Van Fleet at their most tender, stripping everything back to one simple, enormous truth: that loving someone completely can feel like a victory in itself. The song doesn't chase nostalgia or mourn distance. It plants a flag. It's a declaration written not to be heard in the moment, but to outlast it.

"Blood Spilled" is a grief song that refuses to stay in the past. Blonde Redhead builds a conversation between the living and someone gone, where love doesn't end at death but transforms into a kind of forward momentum. It's devastating and strangely hopeful at once, a song that holds both the wound and the healing in the same breath.

"Under" lives in that suffocating in-between where you already know the relationship is over but your body hasn't caught up with your head yet. Porch Light maps the slow erosion of someone who sees the lies clearly, feels the pull anyway, and can't explain why. It's a song about being stuck not by love, but by inertia.

Rachel Chinouriri captures something almost impossible to articulate: the experience of being at your most glamorous and your most broken at the exact same time. "One Song Away from Crying" is a night out that's one wrong song title away from collapse, held together by nothing but movement and the refusal to show it. It's about the thin line between performing okay and actually leaving, and how sometimes you can't tell which side you're on.

"Hammond Song" is a song about the gap between love and control, and how sometimes those two things get confused. Wolf Alice takes a folk-tinged conversation between a warning voice and a defiant one and lets both sides be right. It's not a breakup or a breakdown. It's the quiet ache of watching someone go their own way and realizing, too late, that you were never going to stop them.

"Twiggy" opens like a lovesick daydream and ends like a car wreck you didn't see coming. Remi Wolf builds a portrait of someone magnetically strange, then pulls the curtain back to reveal a relationship rotting underneath all that charm. The song is about how long you can stay infatuated with a person before you finally have to reckon with who they actually are.

Oxis is the LA artist building glitchy electronic pop on a loop station. She calls it oceanic electronica, between Grimes and Mid-Air Thief, and album Oxis 9 is next.

All seven artists opening for geese on the "Getting Killed Again" North American tour: Easy Star All-Stars, Julianna Barwick, Bill Orcutt, Gwenifer Raymond, Leenalchi, Billy Woods, and Cold Court.

Quadeca told Dork it might be time to retire the name he has used since age 11. What he actually said, and why the name still matters.

Medicine Box picks the 24 best albums of 2026 so far, from A$AP Rocky to Mitski to underscores, with one song from every album in a single Spotify playlist.

hey, nothing sits down with Medicine Box for an interview about the pull of Athens, Georgia, and what it's like to write music trying to one-up each other.

Truman Sinclair went from Chicago's emo scene at age 8 to fronting Frat Mouse to spare, aching solo folk on American Recordings and Rivers of Sugar and Blood.

Pretty Sick is the NYC grunge band Sabrina Fuentes started at 13. New single "home2hide" trades distortion for trance synths ahead of the album Anarchy.

"Sounds We Cannot Hear" stares at the modern habit of absorbing catastrophe without actually feeling it. Protomartyr builds a portrait of a mind moving through an endless feed of death, grief, and manipulation, kept functional by the same system that numbs it. It's a song about the gap between witnessing and reckoning, and how ordinary survival fills that gap with noise.

"Indu" is a love song haunted by distance, time, and the slow erosion of someone you can't quite hold onto. Greg Freeman builds a portrait of longing that keeps complicating itself, moving from inward numbness to outward devotion to a quiet, devastating admission that the image is fading. It's the kind of song that understands absence not as a single event but as something that keeps happening.

"Cranberry" captures that hollow place where hope and disappointment share the same breath. girlsweetvoiced writes about falling apart quietly, not dramatically, and the strange cruelty of knowing life should feel better than this. It's a song about holding broken pieces of yourself and not knowing what to build with them.

"Downfall of Little Me" captures the quiet self-sabotage of someone who knows exactly what they're doing wrong and still can't stop. girlsweetvoiced writes about the exhausting loop of pushing away connection while fully understanding the cost. It's a song about the wall being the problem, and the wall being yours.

"The Light in the Painting" is Lizzy McAlpine at her most quietly reverent, mapping a love so consuming it starts to feel like religion. The song moves from wonder to desperation to something almost spiritual, tracing how one person can become the only thing in the room worth looking at. It's about the specific gravity of a love you know, without saying it, might be the closest to grace you'll ever get.

"Bone Collector" turns grief into ritual, casting WILLOW as a creature of sacred decomposition who finds beauty not in what survives loss but in what feeds on it. The song sits in the space between mourning and alchemy, where memory becomes jewelry, dust becomes poetry, and decay is the whole point. It's one of the most original takes on carrying someone's absence you'll hear, rooted not in heartbreak clichés but in something older and stranger than that.

"The Present Moment" finds WILLOW caught between personal chaos and a larger collective call to action. The song wrestles with destruction, heartbreak, and the kind of sadness that's hard to name, while insisting that presence itself is an act of resistance. It's messy and searching in the best way, the sound of someone fighting to believe in something bigger than their own pain.

"Tall Baby" catches WILLOW in the space between childhood and womanhood, where the instinct to stop thinking feels less like peace and less like avoidance. It's a song about the quiet dishonesty of emotional numbing, and the slow, awkward work of learning to carry a full inner life anyway. Raw and a little wobbly, exactly like the feeling it describes.

"Crush on Eternity" captures that dizzying early state of attraction where the feeling is too big for ordinary words. WILLOW and Mei Semones frame desire as a cosmic force, something that bends light and warps time rather than just quickening a heartbeat. The song doesn't try to resolve the feeling. It just lets you float inside it.

"Shrink To Fantasy" is WILLOW drawing a hard line between being someone's muse and being someone's mirror. The song moves through the quiet devastation of a connection that was real on one side and decorative on the other, arriving at a refusal that feels less like anger and more like clarity. It's about recognizing your own fullness when someone else can only see your outline.

"Hell To Pay" finds WILLOW caught between self-awareness and self-erasure, knowing exactly who she is and hating what that costs her. It's a prayer disguised as a confession, where giving up control isn't weakness but the only honest move left. The song sits with the ache of seeing your own patterns clearly and still not being able to break them alone.

"Talk On The Hill" is WILLOW reaching toward a wisdom she can feel but not yet hold. It's about the ache of standing at the edge of something sacred, wanting to be let in, wanting to learn the language. Quiet and searching, the song turns stillness itself into a kind of devotion.

"Unconditional" finds WILLOW imagining a love so expansive it doesn't need to own anything to survive. It's not about sacrifice or martyrdom. It's about dissolving the possessiveness at the center of most romantic love and asking what's left when you do. What's left, WILLOW says, is something stronger.

"The Thread" is WILLOW sitting with the most disorienting kind of love: the kind that was never chosen, never negotiated, just there from the beginning. It's a song about something so embedded in your life that separating yourself from it would mean separating yourself from yourself. The result is equal parts surrender and relief.

"She's My Religion" is WILLOW's full surrender to something bigger than herself, a love song that refuses to separate the spiritual from the physical, the terrifying from the divine. The song frames a feminine force, whether a person, nature, or the soul itself, as the only god worth worshipping. It's raw and reverent at once, and that tension is exactly the point.

Charli xcx sits on a Parisian apartment floor and turns a simple truth into a philosophy: nothing lasts, so nothing can really hurt you. The song traces a quiet but radical shift from the anxiety of fame and public judgment to something closer to peace, arriving at the idea that impermanence is not a threat but a relief. David Cronenberg closes it out by pushing that logic to its limit, calling oblivion not a tragedy but a kind of freedom.

"Magic Metal Montana" is Charli XCX at her most vulnerable and unguarded, writing a quiet tribute to a friendship so specific it feels almost too private to hear. It captures the strange warmth of knowing someone deeply without needing constant contact, and the gratitude that comes with finding a person whose existence just makes your life easier to live. Simple on the surface, it hits harder the longer you sit with it.

"Persona" is Charli xcx holding up a mirror to someone she knows too well, and catching her own reflection staring back. It's a song about the exhausting performance of being a person, the lies we tell to protect ourselves, and the specific intimacy of two people who see through each other but never quite say so out loud.

"Wink Wink" is Charli XCX performing the most transparent rehabilitation act imaginable, insisting she's changed while making it completely clear she hasn't. It's a song about the absurdity of image management, told by someone who finds the whole exercise too funny to keep a straight face. The wink is the whole point.

"I'm Afraid" is Charli xcx at her most unguarded, tracing the panic that arrives when you find love you actually can't afford to lose. The song maps the gap between what she knows about herself and what a relationship asks of her, with a chorus that cycles through contradictions so fast it feels like a breakdown in real time. It's not about falling apart. It's about knowing exactly why you might, and dreading it anyway.

"2007" collapses the distance between a teenage fantasy and an adult promise, using one year as a shorthand for the most intoxicating kind of escapism. Charli xcx frames desire not through grand gestures but through the intimate, lo-fi magic of a bedroom pop star moment, the kind that felt world-changing before the world got complicated. It's a song about offering someone the feeling of being chosen, elevated, made electric.

"Camera" is Charli xcx reckoning with the strange relief of being watched. It's a song about the gap between who you are offscreen and who you become the moment a lens finds you, and how that gap, rather than being something to fix, might be the only honest version of yourself you've ever had access to.

"Card Declined" splits itself in half and makes that split the whole point. The first part is Charli xcx running through a shopping list that starts with handbags and ends with a personality, a backstory, a whole new life, all of it rejected at the register. The second part drops the joke entirely and lands somewhere quieter and more honest. Together they build a portrait of someone who knows consumption won't fix the real problem, and can't stop reaching for it anyway.

"Tyrants of the Mellow Moon" opens like a quiet farewell and ends like a confession you weren't supposed to hear. The Strokes build something that feels tender and valedictory at first, then lets a stranger, darker figure step into the light. It's a song about endings that keeps discovering new reasons why endings are never clean.

"The Fruits of Conquest" is a song about the hollow aftertaste of striving. Julian Casablancas cycles through trying hard, staying blind, and finally arriving somewhere worse than where he started. The title promises a reward, but the song keeps delivering wreckage instead.

"Liar's Remorse" catches someone mid-realization, watching their own emotional avoidance from the outside. The Strokes build a portrait of self-protective isolation, where the logic of keeping yourself safe from pain becomes the very thing that hollows you out. It's a song about a loop you can name but still can't escape.

"Going to Babble On" is Julian Casablancas wrestling with a system that asks you to forget, comply, and reset, only to end up exactly where you started. It's a song about the exhaustion of performing reinvention while nothing actually changes. The outro pulls the rug: starting over isn't growth, it's just the same cycle wearing a hopeful face.

"Lonely in the Future" is Julian Casablancas staring at a cultural landscape full of echoes and wondering if being ahead of your time is actually a gift or just a very specific kind of loneliness. The song moves between exhaustion and something like mercy, from sharp name-dropping cynicism to a genuine prayer not to become bitter. It ends not with resolution but with a long view, one that stretches across a hundred thousand days and still lands in the same place.