Cover Collector – July Rainbows

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I don’t know about you guys, but I love a good album art collage. One of the first things I do every Friday is head over to tapmusic.net and render a 4x4 chart of the albums I listened to most over the past week. At the end of each month, I do the same thing with a 5x5 that recaps my previous 30 days of listening. By the time December rolls around, I look forward to recapping the last twelve months with a gigantic 10x10 grid in an unwieldy encapsulation of the 100 albums that defined my year. 

Is it a little self-aggrandizing? Sure, but it’s also a fun way to see a quick snapshot of what my last week, month, or year has sounded like. At its best, this practice has led to fun conversations and solid recommendations going back and forth with friends as we bond over specific albums. Sometimes it’s that shared love over a deep pull from years gone by, other times it’s just noticing trends with a recent fave that seems like an unshakable presence week in and week out. At the very least, I suppose it’s satisfying to see a bunch of records that I feel an affinity toward lined up and embodying a specific stretch of my life. 

At some point near the tail end of last year, I conceived of a more communal way to bring this love of album collage to life. Because, sure, getting a live readout of your listening history is cool, but this is also about album art, an essential part of the experience and something us music nerds can fixate on just as much as the songs that sit beneath the cover. As such, I’m excited to welcome you to the sixth edition of Cover Collector: a monthly installation where the Swim Team discusses some of our favorite albums based on album color. For July, we’re writing about ravishing rainbows. 

Radiohead – In Rainbows

XL Recordings

I’ve had the greatness of Radiohead explained to me by several dozen white dudes in my 32 years. And I, too, am a white dude, so I know many others have gotten it worse. On first dates and in comment sections, Radiohead has become perhaps the foremost band whose legacy requires defending and proselytizing.

I’m not going to do that to you. Mostly because I don’t believe in it. I completely missed Radiohead until I was like 30. At first because I was a tweenager more heavily invested in what Taio Cruz and The Beatles were doing, but then I avoided them precisely because of the “Front Row of Every Anthropology 201 Class” guy who feels the need to preach about OK Computer’s influence.

Earlier this year, Pitchfork made a completely unforced error in creating a March Madness-style bracket of every album they’ve granted Album of the Year to since 1996. The Pitchfork of 2026 is written by people who are relatively more diverse than 30 years ago, and they cover a much wider array of music more forgivingly than ever. But the reader base and the nature of online commenters have not evolved quite as much. Hilariously, the final 2 albums in the bracket—one that featured Outkast’s Aquemini, Beyoncé’s Renaissance, and Fiona Apple’s Fetch the Bolt Cutters—were Radiohead’s Kid A and Radiohead’s OK Computer. It wasn’t Pitchfork’s fault. The RadioBros move like amoebas.

Anyway, whoa, okay…I’m supposed to be writing about In Rainbows. When I get the urge to listen to Radiohead, when I want something spacey and atmospheric and maybe groovy, I will put on In Rainbows. My second choice is The Bends. If those two are not available (why would they not be available?), I simply do not listen to Radiohead. Y’all ruined any chance of me enjoying Kid A and OK Computer. I think In Rainbows is an example of what I like most about Radiohead: big, layered compositions, every type of guitar sound imaginable, and Thom Yorke caterwauling over it all, singing about god-knows-what. (“Weird Fishes/Arpeggi” is the best Radiohead song, let’s fight).

The first time I heard about In Rainbows was in 2007 when it came out. My mom got me a subscription to Entertainment Weekly (not one of the cooler magazines), and they were talking about Radiohead choosing to self-release this on their website with a pay-what-you-want model. I thought it was cool then, and it’s still cool now. This model, along with their music, has served as a real eye-opener to modern musicians about what is possible.

Much like every conversation about Radiohead, this piece wasn’t really about the music, now was it?

– Caleb Doyle


Circa Survive – Blue Sky Noise

Hopeless Records

I am a devotee of the surreal, and few bands capture that quality as well as Circa Survive do. Their distinct brand of indie prog and Anthony’s siren-like vocals create a lush, strange atmosphere, and the art gracing their album covers is equally captivating. There aren’t many better pairings than the work of celebrated painter Esao Andrews and the music of Circa Survive. Esao’s work is instantly recognizable - elegant figures, vivid colors, and otherworldly beings adorn bizarre landscapes. While he is probably most famous for his work on the covers of Juturna and On Letting Go, the cover of Blue Sky Noise is my favorite of Esao’s. It shows a young boy making direct eye contact with the viewer, hand moving to cover a wounded arm. His head is haloed by the gaping maw of a winged eldritch creature – not deer, not angel, but something in between. The sacred meets the profane here, surrounded by hills that encroach at impossible angles. It is simultaneously one of the most beautiful and most chilling paintings I’ve ever seen, and I love it with my entire being.

Every song on Blue Sky Noise captures that same paradox of allure and terror. “Get Out,” one of the album’s best-known tracks, parallels striking melodic passages against urgent vocals that rise to a shriek. “Imaginary Enemy” is a feverish and frantic defense of self, with textures that ebb from thin to dense in a matter of seconds. The band is impeccably in the pocket, wound almost too tight, and Anthony is at his vocal ultimate. The palpable tension throughout Blue Sky Noise rages and mellows with desperate intensity - causing me to feel as though I, the listener, am the wounded child saint, pursued by a creature that already has its claws in my back.

– Britta Joseph


Torche – Harmonicraft

Volcom

Remember Volcom hardcore? Perhaps Scion metal? No, you’re only familiar with Google AI Olympics ad corporate shill punk? Okay, look, I understand the anarchist argument that any sponsorship for your music is “selling out” or somehow compromising the “punk” ethos. But just picture the late 2000s and early 2010s when companies who, in some cases, had no business getting involved with bands like High On Fire or the Melvins, were actually doing cool and creative things for them.

Volcom was at least a skateboarding company and already rooted in underground culture, so when Florida sludge-pop pioneers Torche released their third full-length Harmonicraft through Volcom Entertainment in 2012, that didn’t seem like a mismatched partnership. There was even a limited-edition skate deck bundle for the hardcore fans. I was only hardcore enough at the time to get the vinyl version that came with a rainbow lollipop slipmat, but that did me just fine for a number of years. Harmonicraft is an excellent starting point if you’ve missed out on Torche all these years, featuring their catchiest songs yet but not turning down the heaviness whatsoever. Much like its rainbow-detailed album art, the band seamlessly melds headbanging and harmonies better than almost anyone.

– Logan Archer Mounts


mauve – About the Weather

Really Rad Records

Pine trees, a raincloud, an orange, a purple crab. It’s always nice when an album legitimately sounds like its cover, and I have always loved how much mauve’s one and only release, About the Weather, sounds like the bright, trinket-y illustrations that adorn their cover. 

mauve was a late addition to the 5th wave sound. They popped up on Twitter radars in 2022 with their barnstormer, “20,000 Degrees,” and released their debut in the summer of 2023, a spectacular high for the crashing wave of the emo era. I think about the switch-up on “Drive/Threw” all the time still, a deceptive, jangly track that blows the album open for “Oh My God!” and the gloomier “Two.” Their Origami Angel influence (another band I almost picked for the rainbow cover – shout out The Brightest Days mixtape) comes through the clearest on the final song, “Sun,” but is honestly closest to the older emo waves of yore (like late second wave). mauve was a cool little blip on the emo radar that I still miss, but at least I have this cover. My favorite illustration is the pink lobster.

– Caro Alt


Cheem – Power Move: Victory Lap

In Bloom Music

It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of the Connecticut nu-pop quintet, Cheem. Their undeniable sense of self, their approach to genre blending, and their impressive instrumentation all make them a standout act in the big ‘26, and their latest release, Victory Lap, is no exception. Typically, I can take or leave deluxe albums. Too often, the extra tracks feel tacked on for a separate release and probably should’ve stayed on the cutting room floor. However, when lead singer Sam Nazaretian sent me the original Power Move ahead of its release in November, something felt missing. I only realized this once I received the deluxe version, and those bonus tracks helped round the whole thing out and make it feel like a complete album. 

Cheem continues to improve and excel with each release, and Power Move: Victory Lap adds that extra oomph to send the original album into the stratosphere. “Future Tense” opens the album perfectly with commanding instrumentation and slow, steady rhythms that pull the listener straight in. “Rhyme/Reason” is yet another classic hip-hop-inspired Cheem hit to really show you what the band is about, while my personal favorite on the album, “Mistake,” feels like it was pulled straight out of the Persona 3 soundtrack and encapsulates so much of what I love about Cheem. Power Move: Victory Lap has quickly joined its predecessor, Guilty Pleasure, as one of my favorite albums of all time, and I don’t see a world where the next Cheem release doesn’t achieve the same status. 

– Ciara Rhiannon


Jamie xx – In Colour

Young

Back in the early 2010s, I was obsessed with The xx. We all were. The group’s self-titled debut dropped when I was halfway through high school, and songs like “Infinity” and “Stars” captured a steamy moodiness I’d never heard in music before. Coexist was a more mellowed-out follow-up that I utilized as “study music” on a regular basis – a little less exciting, but reliable and still recognizable as that thing I was first drawn to. When Jamie xx released In Colour in 2015, I wasn’t sure how I felt at first. Sure, there were a couple of features from Romy and Oliver Sim that gave off whiffs of The xx, but it felt like a much more instrumental and electronic project than the bedroom-whisper indie I was used to. Fortunately, 2015 also marked the beginning of my obsession with Young Thug, and his feature here, where he passionately delivers the line “Imma ride in that pussy like a stroller,” was emphatic enough to keep me coming back. These days, I view In Colour as a very good electronic album. The opener, “Gosh,” does a great job pulling you into this kaleidoscopic world, and after a handful of listens, it quickly becomes clear that each track takes its own hyper-distinct approach, whether that’s due to the handful of features or a choice in the instrumental like the killer steel drum in “Obvs.” It’s a fun record to throw on in a group setting with its own distinct little pockets of vibes and, when it comes to rainbow album covers, it simply doesn’t get better, or more satisfying, than this. 

– Taylor Grimes


Pet Shop Boys – Introspective

Parlophone / EMI-Manhattan

Pet Shop Boys remain very high on my concert bucket list, especially after the sting of their New Order co-headline tour being rescheduled twice over due to the pandemic. Chris Lowe and Neil Tennant crafted some of the greatest keyboard music of the 1980s, starting with their breakout single “West End Girls,” and are still steadily releasing music today. 1988’s Introspective feels like the full-circle evolution of the group’s sound: theatrical and grandiose dance anthems that would get even more blown out on later records like 1993’s Very.

This six-track LP wastes not a moment of synthpop bliss, each number carefully crafted from beginning to end like the opener “Left To My Own Devices” or the moody “Domino Dancing.” Pet Shop Boys’ unbeatable streak of cover tunes begins on this album with their surprising but successful take on the country classic “Always On My Mind,” and in 2009 they used “Domino Dancing” as the dancefloor plan for a version of Coldplay’s “Viva La Vida,” which to me remains the best version of the millennial pop opus. Introspective brings its title theme to full-body movement music, cementing Pet Shop Boys as undisputed progenitors of their genre.

– Logan Archer Mounts


Coheed and Cambria – Year of the Black Rainbow

Columbia Records

If we’re all honest with ourselves, I think there’s always at least one album in our favorite band’s discography that sticks out like a sore thumb. Sure, we like to think we love all of our children equally, but when pressed, we have to hit ‘em with the “I don’t care for [X album].” I’m as die-hard a Coheed fan as they come, but have always had a complicated relationship with their fifth studio album, Year of the Black Rainbow. It’s not just that the release had notable shake-ups surrounding it – the booting of their original drummer, Josh Eppard, and subsequent replacement with Chris Pennie of The Dillinger Escape Plan, Atticus Ross of Nine Inch Nails’ eccentric producing influence, and lead singer Claudio Sanchez’s ongoing desire to evolve the band’s sound and musical approach – and the final product was heavily affected. 

The resulting album is, to this day, the most oddball release the band has ever done. While I have never completely gelled with the album as a whole, it does contain a couple of my favorite tracks of theirs, and songs like “Guns of Summer” really swing for the fences and show off Pennie’s truly staggering drumming chops. When it comes to Coheed’s discography, there are no releases that I dislike; it always comes down to which albums I love the least, and the reality is that I think Year of the Black Rainbow will always sit toward the bottom of the pack for me. Either way, I think it’s always good practice to revisit those black sheep albums in your favorite band’s discography every once in a while to remind yourself why you love them, not in spite of those albums, but to appreciate how they deepen and expand the band’s catalog.   

– Ciara Rhiannon


Forests – That’s Not Very Mid-Century Modern of You

Self-released

Forests is an emo band. That’s what their Bandcamp description was in 2016 when they released their debut album, Sun Eat Moon Grave Party. Despite being based in Singapore, they’ve cultivated a strong fanbase in the US with the perfect blend of melodic/abrasive vocals, mathy riffs, and all-too-relatable lyrics about memories that would be better off forgotten. Something Forests does particularly well is blending in references and influences, most obviously on “Trauma Dumpling,” uniting both Title Fight’s “Numb, But I Still Feel It” and Linkin Park’s “Numb.” This half-joking, self-referential humor isn’t anything new, but Forests pulls it off more effectively than any other group I know.

The album art for That’s Not Very Mid-Century Modern of You is a good metaphor for the ground the band has covered in ten years. Much like the cover of their debut, there are still mountains, stars, and a UFO, but now with much more detail. Their name on the album isn’t just one color, but a rainbow of creatures. They’re like they were ten years ago, but with more experience, more influences, and more control. I usually say that the best emo bands break up, but I hope Forests is making music like this for decades to come. 

– Braden Allmond


Adrianne Lenker – songs/instrumentals

4AD

The two most common questions I get when people find out I play guitar are either “Can you play Wonderwall?“ or “Do you have a favorite guitar player?” My answer to both hasn’t changed in the last few years: No, I do not know how to play Wonderwall, and I am not interested in learning how, and Adrianne Lenker is my favorite guitarist living today. Generally speaking, I tend to drift toward her solo output more than her work with Big Thief, not only to take in the wonderful ways she navigates across the fretboard, but to hear the often devastating stories she blends with her beautiful playing. songs/instrumentals, like much of the art that was created during the 2020 COVID lockdowns, evokes a very lonely time and place that most of us have probably subconsciously put away to find some sort of reason to keep going. But Adrianne, with a resilience I could only hope to achieve at some point in my life, carved out a remote space in the mountains for herself and her regular collaborator Philip Weinrobe to process the crushing feeling of what she dubbed “heartsickness” from not only the despair the pandemic had wrought, but also the dissolution of a romantic relationship and the death of a grandparent.

Both songs and sister album instrumentals are the result of a month of processing that heartsickness in the woods of Massachusetts. Lenker decided to take a more personal approach to this group of songs, making them feel strikingly intimate (especially so during a time when we were all communicating through screens and webcams). The detail in the tracks across the album is painterly in just how visual they are. “Circle of pine and red oak / Circle of moss and fire smoke / Fan on the ceiling like a wheel spoke / Push the clutch and I pull the choke,” she sings in one of my favorite sequences during “anything.” I’m there with her and her lover, passing the time in the woods, simmering slightly in the summer heat of a hot bedroom, driving down an empty street trying to time the mechanism of a manual vehicle with another. Floating in time, in memory, in whatever the day brings when you’re so deeply in love with someone.

Instrumentals, as you may have guessed, consist solely of Lenker’s guitar playing and the ambient sounds surrounding the cabin where the album was recorded. It’s two pieces, “music for indigo” and “mostly chimes,” clock in at just about 37 minutes. “mostly chimes” starts with some quiet guitar improvisation and ends with about 11 minutes of nothing but wind, chimes, and birdsong. The intimacy of Lenker’s songs is beautifully reflected through the intimacy of just being- a reminder that despite it all, the simple fact of existence is an act of love itself. 

– Nickolas Sackett


Honorable Mentions

Hey, we can’t write about every album with this color, so here’s a list of some more that we feel like we should mention.

  • Anthony Green - So Long, Avalon

  • Discus - To Relate To

  • Karmanjakah - Diamond morning

  • Pool Kids - Pool Kids

  • Pretty Bitter - Pleaser

  • Death Cab For Cutie - Narrow Stairs

  • Hey, Ily! - Hey, I Loathe You!

  • Longfriend Timefriend - Here’s to Not Feeling Worse

  • Microwave - Stovall

  • Cotton Jones - Paranoid Cocoon

  • Every Time I Die - From Parts Unknown


Collect some more Covers:

January Blues

February Reds

March Yellows

April Greens

May Purples

Swim Into The Sound's Staff Favorites of 2025

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It’s hard for me to talk about The Swim Team and not sound like a proud dad, but it’s true! I’m immensely proud of our writers because they’re the ones who make this site what it is. Sure, I’m the bozo editing stuff and hitting “post,” but they’re the ones doing the hard work pouring their hearts out onto the page. They’re the ones steering this site’s taste and dictating the culture of Swim Into The Sound. 

Through this multitude of perspectives, we’ve assembled what I believe to be the coolest and most talented bunch of music nerds this side of the internet. The wild part is this isn’t just a relationship cultivated through Google Docs, DMs, emails, and Discord. Throughout the year, I’ve had the distinct pleasure of meeting many of these people in real life, grabbing a beer or catching a show with them, and talking endlessly about the music that moves us. Surprising no one, they’re just as cool in real life as they are on the page. 

It’s a joy to know these folks, and I consider myself lucky as hell to have them as part of my life and part of this website. Their words, verve, and taste have helped me sharpen my own versions of those things. If that’s too lofty, the recommendations I’ve received from them have been enough to fill my playlists and music queue all year, and that alone is a gift. Today, I share that same gift with you in the form of our team’s favorite albums of the year. What follows are 20 recommendations from 20 different writers, all going to bat for their favorite record of 2025—a diverse spread of music straight from the heart, not the algorithm. As usual, I hope you discover something new and exciting to love; I know I definitely have.

– Taylor

David Williams | Hotline TNT – Raspberry Moon

Third Man Records

A couple of metrics for how I choose my record for the year: What’s the first album that pops to my mind when I recommend music? What album can I spin that instantly gives me that ever-elusive nostalgia fix? What can I listen to constantly without ever growing weary? Raspberry Moon by Hotline TNT checks all these boxes for me this year. Will Anderson has transformed his one-man show into a well-oiled, merciless rock machine by integrating a full band during the writing and recording process for the first time in the band’s history. Everything is grander in scale, from the anthem-level hooks in “Julia’s War” to the blown-out guitar riffs on “Where U Been?” I’ve seen Hotline TNT perform the album live on multiple occasions, and the collective unit plays the songs so muscularly that even Arnold Schwarzenegger would blush.

Raspberry Moon is a gigantic step taken with full force that feels like a band discovering their newfound powers. “The Scene” is a Scud missile of a jam that would fit in on the soundtrack to any Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater game. “Candle” is a power-pop flame hit that will never extinguish. Every song on Raspberry Moon deserves to be played at the highest decibel possible, and when the cops start thunderously banging on your door, they’ll understand why once they hear what’s coming through your speakers.

David’s Other 2025 Favorites:

  • Clipse - Let God Sort Em Out

  • Wednesday - Bleeds

  • The Tubs - Cotton Crown

  • Water From Your Eyes - It’s A Beautiful Place

  • Total Wife - come back down


Caro Alt | Colin Miller – Losin’

Mtn Laurel Recording Co.

After years and years of homesickness, I finally moved back to the South over the summer. I made jokes about how I couldn’t take another winter in a place where it snowed, but I really just missed it here. I made my decision to finally return while walking around Georgia in the aftermath of the winter and listening to Losin’ by Colin Miller for the first time. (I also reviewed it here.) Since that day, I’ve spent the entire year listening to that soft, barely-there delivery of Miller’s, replaying his warped guitars, and feeling the phantom misery he writes about while in the driver’s seat of his car. Spinning his wheels, getting upset in a drive-thru, racing on the highway, picking you up from jail. Sputtering engines, rusting hoods, and watching for headlights. I love this album because it is full of songs about cars that are not actually about cars and songs not about cars that are actually about cars. If you give it a spin, do it while going home, I know I did.

Other Albums I Loved:


Ben Parker | Arm’s Length – There’s A Whole World Out There

Pure Noise Records

This has been a year of change for me. I have gotten back into shape, I traveled across the country, and I saw Arm’s Length three different times. Now, the biggest change awaits as I sit here, staring down a potential job change that will see me move out of Indiana for the first time to a city I have only been to once. In all of this, I find myself connecting to one line in “The Wound” by Arm’s Length where singer Allen Steinberg leads into the hook yelling out, “I’ve spent a lifetime longing to leave, how the fuck could I stay?”

Every single track on There’s A Whole World Out There features some lyric that translates to an actual thought, experience, or feeling that I have had. It makes me feel profoundly human, as I have spent my whole life giving myself to everyone and hardly ever asking for anything in return, beyond the slightest sliver of kindness. I hear the line “When you’re constantly talking sweet / I don’t trust the words / but I don’t really care cause none of them hurt,” and I can’t help but think of the moments I have shared with friends and lovers long past the lifespan of the relationship, when we just said things out of habit. 

Despite the strong, sad themes throughout Arm’s Length’s sophomore album, there is still something inherently hopeful about it. Their debut, 2022’s Never Before Seen, Never Again Found, showcased the ways that childhood trauma can affect someone for their entire life and create a cycle of violence. In contrast, There’s A Whole World Out There has the same sadness and pain woven into its DNA, but shows that, despite it all, you move forward. 

Every person on this planet will live a life, and in that time, we will experience the full breadth of human emotion, and at the end of it all, we will die the same. To some people, this creates a sense of hopelessness, knowing there is nothing you can do to change your fate, and maybe that’s true, but change comes, and it’s worth experiencing. With this album, I have looked my mortality in the eyes and shook its hand, knowing that, just as the final line of the album says, “On any day I may pass, in any way I am killed.”

Other Favorites of 2025:

  1. Infinity Guise - Summerbruise

  2. Reasons I Won’t Change - Tiny Voices

  3. I Don’t Want To See You In Heaven - The Callous Daoboys

  4. Pleaser - Pretty Bitter

  5. Blame It On the Weather - Kerosene Heights


Cassidy Sollazzo | Folk Bitch Trio – Now Would Be A Good Time

Jagjaguwar

“Am I lucky, or am I just sane?” Heide Peverelle asks on the opening track of Folk Bitch Trio’s debut album. I’ve been keyed into the Melbourne three-piece for a few years, surviving only off a few singles (“Analogue” is forever an all-timer) and the hope that an LP was in the works. In 2025, I got my wish. Now Would Be A Good Time is an evocative, stirring collection of songs written over the formative late-teens-to-early-20s years, yet delivered with a confidence and cohesion beyond their years. Peverelle, Jeanie Pilkington, and Gracie Sinclair are more locked-in than ever, each with their definitive voices, roles, and songwriting qualities. The album’s blunt and crass in some moments (“Had a filthy dream to the noise of the hotel TV” or the cutting “Say you wanna get sober, I say I’d like to see you try”), tear-jerking in others (“Moth Song” wrecks me, personally), always delivered with a Mitchellian chord progression and a knowing wink. I’ve seen the group twice since the album dropped in July, once during release week at Nightclub 101, then a few months later at Baby’s All Right on their North American tour (it should be a testament to my love for them that I set foot in Baby’s, my least favorite venue in all of Brooklyn). There is a literal magic that moves through the room during their sets, each of them captivating in their own way. I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: not since Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young have we seen harmonies this crisp! Gives me chills!

I wrote more about the Trio and their album for Paste over the summer, if you are so inclined to go deeper on this group. We talked about their recording and songwriting processes, how their friendships play into their group dynamics, and how they’ve been taking to their newfound exposure. 2026 is looking big for them: Kilby Block Party, arena openings for Mumford & Sons, and King Gizzard’s Field of Vision II. Hopefully, you can say you heard it here first! 

Some more favs:

  1. The Rubber Teeth Talk - Daisy the Great

  2. Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory - Sharon Van Etten

  3. In Space - Edith Frost

  4. Cuntry - Cleo Reed

  5. Melt - Not For Radio


Britta Joseph | Pile – Sunshine and Balance Beams

Sooper Records

During one of the many conversations about music I had with my friends this year, the question “Where are all the riffs?” was posed. My immediate answer was, “They’re all on the Pile album.” I stand firmly by my assertion, because Sunshine and Balance Beams is a rager of a release. It’s made for screaming along to: each track a torrent of righteous anger and ethereal beauty, every cutting lyric and brittle snare hit landing exactly where they’re intended to.

The band dissects the cult dynamics of hypercapitalism as though they’re performing vivisection, laying bare the sinister implications of the reality we inhabit. As someone who’s survived severe childhood trauma and spent several years in a religious cult, I cherish Pile’s bold confrontation and thunderous rage against evil in modern society. (If you want to read more about how this album ties into my childhood experiences, I reviewed it in full here.)

Not only is the album’s message necessary and impactful, but the sheer magnitude of the intensely beautiful arrangements, scintillating production, and dense instrumentation has to be experienced to be believed. Frontman Rick Maguire is at his very best, screaming one moment and crooning the next: every song feels like he’s singing it specifically to you. And you know what? Maybe he is.

Five selections from my list of favorites this year:

  • The Spiritual Sound - Agriculture

  • thank god for you - Melancholy Club

  • Don’t Trust Mirrors - Kelly Moran

  • this is my outside voice - satsuma 

  • Catcher - siichaq


Ben Sooy | Flock of Dimes – The Life You Save

Sub Pop

Jenn Wasner has lived large in my musical life for years. I have an instinctual longing to listen to her band Wye Oak (especially their third album, Civilian) every autumn when the air gets frosty and my body pushes me outside to walk, smoke cigarettes, and stare off into the distance. Look at that bird, the leaves are changing, isn’t life just one cycle of life and death dancing all with each other all the time?

Jenn Wasner’s solo project, Flock of Dimes, is having a big year. She had a vocal feature with Dijon on Bon Iver’s SABLE,fABLE (she’s buddies with Justin Vernon, who, a couple of years ago, invited her to be a member of the Bon Iver touring band). The Bon Iver song is great, but her 2025 solo record, The Life You Save, is better. 

Wasner wrote an album about trying to love people who struggle deeply with real shit: addiction, codependency, poverty, etc. Through the arc of the record, you see Wasner struggle to try and save others, but she realizes she’s incapable of even saving herself. There are depths there underneath some very catchy tunes, inspired production, and beautiful vocal performances!

Honorable Mentions:


Lillian Weber | Total Wife – come back down

Julia’s War Recordings

I am permanently in my head about everything. About what other people are thinking, about what I’ve done, about what comes next. My thoughts are a perpetual whirlpool that has no bottom, just a constant downward spiral. But come back down by Total Wife has been an anchor. When I have the record blaring in my headphones, I sink to the bottom of the ocean of my thoughts. I drift down through chopped beats, smeared guitars, and cooed laments to hopes and dreams unfulfilled. From the moment I hear the first notes of “in my head,” I am relieved. Every second after is a warm embrace of understanding. But relief isn’t the only thing this record makes me feel, because this record has “make it last,” and that song doesn’t make me feel relieved – it makes me ecstatic. “make it last” is the air in my lungs and leaves me washed up on a beach gasping for breath. Listening to “make it last,” the euphoric rush of that feedback-drenched chorus hitting my eardrums at full volume, is the best feeling in the world.

Honorable mentions:

  • Lotto by They Are Gutting A Body of Water 

  • Gaman by Star 99

  • Times Up by Bootcamp

  • The Spiritual Sound by Agriculture


David Gay | Sharon Van Etten – Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory 

Jagjaguwar

It’s no secret that I’m a fan of jam bands, from Phish (the best band) to others like Eggy, Goose, and Taper’s Choice. There’s something magical that happens when a group of people let the music take them to an unexpected place, somewhere they may not have gone to in an orchestrated piece. 

In mid-September, Sharon Van Etten and her band, the Attachment Theory, performed at the Hi-Fi Annex in Indianapolis. At one point between songs, she said, “I’m in my 40s, and I finally learned how to jam,” and I realized that I was seeing her grow musically with the help of others, a band. 

After first hearing the rolling bass lines that calls back to 80s bands like New Order on “Idiot Box” to the full-band groove that permeates “Afterlife” and “Somethin’ Ain’t Right,” I immediately knew that Sharon Van Etten & The Attachment Theory was going to be one of my favorite albums of 2025 and that I was going to see Sharon Van Etten in a new way from now on. This is something that was affirmed during her live show, while I was in the midst of a full-blown outdoor dance party, including folks of all ages. 

While the Attachment Theory isn’t a jam band in the traditional sense, it embraces what is so great about that kind of music – the importance of going with the flow and being willing to collaborate with other talented musicians to find a new kind of sound, arriving at something that hasn’t been explored before. This is why it’s one of my favorite albums of the year. 

Other favorite things from 2025: 


Elias Amini | Marasme – Fel

Discos Macarras

There’s been some discussion within the Swim Team about the difference between a “Best of” list and a “Favorites” list. Try as we might, the objective and subjective can blur all too easily. One of my favorite albums of the year, however, sits quite comfortably in that blur. Marasme’s aural black metal groovefest Fel is the band’s latest work, the fourth album to be released in their almost 20-year existence as a group, and the experience shows. Six pummeling, winding, groovy, and at times avant-garde tracks all build and flow into a relentlessly excellent listening experience. I couldn’t tell you that this was my favorite project I’d heard all year. But I can tell you that I loved listening to it when I was between other albums. I imagine some time in the future I may smack my forehead and realize that this was in fact my favorite album of 2025. For now though, I don’t feel the need to lay some exalted crown on this album, only to tell you that it’s a great, enjoyable record and heavy music fans will definitely find themselves coming back to it for more.

Some other records I loved:

  • Massa Nera - The Emptiness of All Things

  • Ninajirachi - I Love My Computer

  • Chevalier - Un dolore a cui non so dare nome

  • Shlohmo - Repulsor

  • Blue Earth Sound - Cicero Nights


Kirby Kluth | Fust – Big Ugly

Dear Life Records

Fust’s Big Ugly feels like an inside joke or a perfect memory from childhood, the kind where you still feel the warm wind blowing against you while all of your favorite people are in sight right there before you. I wrote about Big Ugly in our Q1 roundup because it reminded me of all the ways you can find beauty in The South. A couple of weeks later, Fust played the best show I’ve ever been to at my local venue, the Pilot Light. That little one-two-punch solidified my allegiance, and I’ve been calling Fust “the best band in America” ever since. 

My daughter just turned one, and she has been mimicking my wife and I for some time now. I have gotten her to copy me whistling, and she pretty often catches the right spot to make a true tune. I've been whistling and humming “Sister,” “Bleached,” “What’s His Name,” and “Heart Song” around her for months now, and I hope that someday soon she’ll be whistling a Fust song right back to me. 

2025, according to Kirby:


Noëlle Midnight | Blackbraid – Blackbraid III

Self-released

It’s hard to write about a record when the main thing you want to say is that it’s got really good riffs, but that’s where I find myself with indigenous black metal band Blackbraid’s aptly titled third LP: Blackbraid III. Opening with the sounds of a fire in the woods, an acoustic guitar comes in, setting the scene as night falls, and you are transported into the image depicted on the album art. It’s soft and gentle. Safe.

And then the riffs come in. 

Massive blast beats paired with 16th note riffs immediately tell you what type of record you’re in for, as “Wardrums at Dawn on the Day of my Death” comes on and blasts your ass off. For the next 53 minutes, that’s what you’re in for: acoustic sweetness pulling you into the scene, alternating with black metal speed applied to thrash metal riffs, dragging you through lyrics that tell of a “warrior’s fate to ride the storm.” The album takes the established world and places characters in it, embedded in tales of war and honor, as they are “haunted by memories” in the light of the moon. The imagery is just badass. You feel like you’re watching an epic adventure film where anything could happen. Plus, the riffs are so sick.

Noëlle’s Other Favorites from 2025:

  • Lucy Dacus - Forever is a Feeling

  • Turnstile - NEVER ENOUGH

  • Silverstein - Antibloom

  • Petey USA - The Yips

  • Sierra Hull - A Tip Toe High Wire


Nick Webber | Adrianne Lenker – Live at Revolution Hall

4AD

I’ve never been big on live albums, so I was surprised to come to the realization that Live at Revolution Hall is not just my favorite record of the year, but probably my favorite project in the Adrianne Lenker/Big Thief canon. Recorded over three nights on reel-to-reel and cassette tape by longtime friend of Lenker’s (and one of my favorite working producers) Andrew Sarlo, the experience is far from your standard glorified soundboard rip and might best be described as a cinematic sonic documentary. Selected performances across Lenker’s oeuvre were stitched together in editing via snippets of backstage takes, soundchecks, and field recordings in a sort of mad-scientist fashion, an approach perfectly suited for the songwriter’s singular balance of timelessness and ingenuity. Fans leave messages for Adrianne on a tape recorder, poetry is recited in the parking lot, a guy who can’t stop sneezing is blessed mid-song, one reel of tape runs out and the fidelity changes dramatically right as the next verse hits. The result has the captivating effect of an augmented reality personal concert, a masterfully curated interflow of play and reverence that could only come from deep trust and understanding.

My wife and I caught Lenker on tour when she came through Denver, for a seated show, and the most spellbound, pin-drop-quiet crowd I’ve been part of since seeing Julien Baker in 2017. Lenker was firing on all cylinders, equal parts commanding and meek, her fingerstyle guitar prowess and emotional directness undeniable, somehow making a sold-out room of nearly 4,000 feel intimate. Captured from various perspectives in Live at Revolution Hall, the audience functioned like an instrument of its own, participating at appropriate moments in ways that were hearteningly human and bracingly normal (a 2025 live music miracle). I think this album is as close as anyone’s come to bottling that rare collective effervescence, the feeling of existing in time and space at a once-in-a-lifetime show and realizing that you’re a part of something special: a true feat, and one that might cement this album as the definitive portrait of a generational talent’s career just over a decade in.

Also loved:

  • Florist - Jellywish 

  • Great Grandpa - Patience Moonbeam

  • Seer Believer - Make a Wish

  • Kitchen - Blue heeler in ugly snowlight, grey on gray on grey on white.

  • Ólafur Arnalds and Talos - A Dawning


Caleb Doyle | Samia – Bloodless

Grand Jury Music

Samia Finnerty cannot make a bad song.

From moments of minimalism that grow into genuine sonic excess, to melodic and impressionistic lyrics, Bloodless is cohesive and surprising, and begs multiple immediate relistens.

The lead single “Bovine Excision” and the title of the album refer to a creepy, decades-old conspiracy theory about livestock being mysteriously drained of their blood and relieved of their organs. Here, Samia’s reference is in yearning—a wish to be weightless, bloodless, and unattainable. Unflappable and unshakeable, although maybe also lifeless. The kinds of lyrics that leave a pit in one’s stomach, and they’re just the tip of the iceberg on Bloodless. 

The entire album is an exercise in dynamics, and the music mirrors the themes with growing and shrinking, waxing and waning. A song about something as mundane as a pair of pants spins up into a profound introspective moment—laying bare womanhood and society’s expectations, carried by a repeated refrain, “Wanna see what’s under these Levi’s? I got nothin’ under these Levi’s.” Just like the lyrics, the music swells and dissipates, over and over, throughout the whole record. It’s like the whole thing is breathing, sometimes slowly and measured, other times laboring under duress.

With Jake Luppen of Hippo Campus at the helm on production, the sounds of this record are both tight and exploratory. From more traditional Saddest Factory-coded indie ballads like “Fair Game,” to the big distorted Snail Mail-esque guitars on “North Poles” and “Carousel,” Bloodless feels right at home with today’s indie pop landscape, but what sets it apart is Samia’s genius songwriting and her breathy soprano voice that is more powerful than expected.

The songs are just beautiful. The music is a tapestry, and Samia’s melodies feel completely timeless. There’s a certain eeriness that runs throughout the album—from the interstitial radio static to Samia’s sometimes-haunting voice, and that eeriness sets Bloodless apart from Samia’s peers. You might get away with playing this over the speakers of your bespoke dress shop, but someone is going to get caught staring out of a window for too long.

Bloodless solidifies Samia as an artist who can pull away from the pack and create an album that walks the tightrope of haunting and gorgeous, as unsettling as it is reassuring.

The rest of my Top 5:
2. Tobacco City - Horses
3. Racing Mount Pleasant - S/T
4. Hannah Cohen - Earthstar Mountain
5. Annie DiRusso - Super Pedestrian


Jason Sloan | Real Lies – We Will Annihilate Our Enemies

TONAL Recordings

Let’s set the scene. You’re six drinks deep at the club, hands in the air, lover by your side, drugs about to kick in, when suddenly your phone receives a push notification heralding the imminent end of the world. Do you fall into a deep despair, or do you simply have to laugh at the absurdity? Real Lies’ scintillating We Will Annihilate Our Enemies is the sound of the decision to leave it all on the dance floor while the world crumbles around you.

As our devices moderate increasing swaths of modern life, art must contend with the uncanny valley. How does one expound upon an existence ever more fenced in by the digital boxes in our pockets? Real Lies wring surprising pathos out of their Extremely Online tales of E-Girls and Twitter fascists, of billboard ads and Strava stats. The world would be less lonely if we could just agree to boogie through the horrors together. 

The other album I considered here: Elm - Elm EP


Logan Archer Mounts | The Mountain Goats – Through This Fire Across From Peter Balkan

Cadmean Dawn

No surprises, no teases, no left-field underground international death metal, this is just me talking about my favorite band (other than KISS and a few others, depending on the day) who put out the best hour of music that 2025 had to offer. 

The Mountain Goats changed my life after I saw them for the first time in 2009, and ever since then, a new album of theirs usually finds itself in my top ten at the end of the year — but never number one, until now. With Through This Fire Across From Peter Balkan, their first album on their own label and first since the departure of longtime bassist Peter Hughes, bandleader John Darnielle’s storytelling and composition reach a creative peak that echoes the Goats’ more grandiose albums like Goths or In League With Dragons, but delivered with even more advanced theatrics. That’s literal theatrics too, with vocal contributions from, no kidding, Lin-Manuel Miranda. It feels like the project Darnielle has been working towards his entire career, the closest to his fabled Riversend musical that has appeared in portions on previous albums. …Peter Balkan is a defining moment for The Mountain Goats, genuine and gorgeous, and a perfect start to the band’s next chapter.

Further recommended audio from God’s strongest survivors of the hellscape:
•Craig Finn, Always Been – my other favorite songwriter
•Guided By Voices, Thick Rich And Delicious – my other, other favorite songwriter
•Bodybox, 3 – my new favorite pro-meth slam metal band


Ciara Rhiannon | Jason Isbell – Foxes in the Snow

Southeastern Records

My album of the year might seem like a no-brainer to those who know how many of my favorite bands had stellar releases across 2025, yet one record managed to sneak past the front-runners and stick with me throughout the entire year. Jason Isbell’s Foxes in the Snow is a heartwrenching and intimate first-person account of his recent divorce, his journey of introspection, and, ultimately, of finding love again without even looking for it. 

Foxes in the Snow was recorded over five days at Electric Lady Studios in New York, just one man and an almost-century-old acoustic guitar. I suppose therein lies the magic that drew me to this album – there’s no hiding in any of it. The lyrical context of the record is so raw, so gutting, so honest, I can’t imagine any other way of delivering such an experience. When you listen to this record with headphones (which I highly recommend, especially on the first listen), you can even more intensely absorb Isbell’s guitar pick scraping along the strings of the old Martin guitar, every subtle movement, every little blemish of the recording process amplifying the cold, harsh nature of heartache and the unwritten forever mapped out track-by-track. 

Something I’ve touched on from time to time in my writing is my intimate familiarity with the demise of a long-term relationship I believed to last forever, as well as its resulting existential aftermath. Trying to wade through every difficult emotion while also attempting to salvage yourself and move on is no easy task. Structurally, Foxes in the Snow takes the listener through the events and effects of Isbell’s divorce in almost chronological order. Tracks like “Gravelweed” move through his reconciliation with himself, while the title track celebrates his current relationship. I feel intrinsically linked to this record, not only because of my own complicated emotions and experiences, but also through this intimate illusion of sitting in the room with Isbell as he performs it, with every pained, aching emotion he sends through the sound waves echoing my own. 

I can only hope that one day I will reach his level of self-understanding and feel the warmth of newfound love again, but in the meantime, I have this eloquently written, perfectly executed, and exquisitely paced 40-minute recording to come back to and cherish forever. 

And I’m sure time will change me some.

Honorable Mentions:

  • Coheed and Cambria - The Father of Make Believe 

  • Cheem - Power Move

  • Momma - Welcome to My Blue Sky

  • Motion City Soundtrack - The Same Old Wasted Wonderful World

  • This Is Lorelai - Box for Buddy, Box for Star (Deluxe)


Katie Hayes | Hayley Williams – Ego Death At A Bachelorette Party

Post Atlantic

You wake up from a dream. 

In this dream, you were fourteen, and you were in a band playing a birthday party with your best friends. Then your parents were standing over you in an Atlantic Records meeting room. Determined and frazzled, you were trying to explain to your parents and the men in suits that you’re in a band, that it shouldn’t just be your name on that line to sign. Then you were on a stage, a huge stage in New York City, then London, then Jakarta, then an exclusive cruise just for fans of your band. A million voices across the world and years, echoing yours. Then it was 2017 in the dream. Two of your friends are gone, one is back, and one has been there the whole time. That one always seems like he’s on the verge of telling you something whenever your old bald boyfriend leaves the room. Then you’re in that Nashville studio with your friend again, but this time he’s hugging your waist. Five years pass in the dream, and you’re standing next to him and your other friend, the one from the fourteen-year-old birthday party, except this time it’s not a birthday party, it’s Taylor Swift’s tour, the biggest stage on earth. Then the song is over. You hold hands with your band, and you take a bow.

And then you wake up from the dream. And you write an album about it.

Other 2025 Favorites:

  • Greg Freeman - Burnover

  • Jay Som - Belong

  • Jensen McRae - I Don’t Know How But They Found Me!

  • Samia - Bloodless

  • Wednesday - Bleeds


Josh Ejnes | Greg Freeman – Burnover

Transgressive Records

For me, 2025 has been a year filled with more old music than new, which is a roundabout way of saying that I spent an inadvisable amount of time listening to NRBQ and Faces. What makes both of these bands so compelling is the way that they pair expert songwriting with the feeling that the wheels are about to come off, something NRBQ executes by being coy and off-kilter, and Faces execute by being drunk. The end result of this is studio recordings that feel live and live recordings that feel insane. Greg Freeman's Burnover is cut from this same cloth, pairing expert songcraft with a band going into hyperdrive and coming out as my album of the year with a bullet. The second the harmonica hit on “Point and Shoot,” I knew that this was the record for me. I'd been jumping from new release to new release, finding things I liked but didn't love, unable to put my finger on what exactly I was looking for, then I put on Burnover and bam, total bliss. The whole thing just rocks, from the masterclass in escalation “Gulch” to the tender and contemplative “Sawmill,” it’s hit after hit after hit. If you haven't heard this, you need to listen to it. If you have listened to it, listen to it again. It gets better every time. 

Other 2025 Favorites:

  • Saba and No I.D. - From the Private Collection of Saba and No I.D.

  • Marble Teeth - there was a huge crowd of people gathered in the streets

  • Jay Som - Belong

  • lots of hands - into a pretty room

  • MyVeronica/Friend’s House - Farewell Skylines


Parker White | Water From Your Eyes – It’s a Beautiful Place

Matador Records

Since black midi’s disbandment last year, I’ve been chasing the dragon. I never knew what exactly to expect when I hit play on a new black midi track, but I knew I’d hear something brilliant, daring, and spine-tingling. After It’s a Beautiful Place, Water From Your Eyes might have taken the experimental indie rock mantle. From the moment I heard lead single “Life Signs,” WFYE’s new album immediately topped my most anticipated albums of the year, and it did not disappoint. In what has become typical fashion, this record never stays in the same place for more than a few measures. Song-to-song, verse-to-verse, things are constantly shifting while remaining miraculously consistent. You’ll hear a lot of things that sound like songs you’ve heard before until those familiar ideas are sliced in half with buzzsaw guitar or drowned out by a breakbeat. No one is quite as willing to color outside the lines as Water From Your Eyes, and I’m waiting with bated breath to see what they do next.

Other 2025 Favorites:

  • Ribbon Skirt - Bite Down

  • Greg Freeman - Burnover

  • Mac Demarco - Guitar

  • Black Country, New Road - Forever, Howlong

  • Ryan Davis and the Roadhouse Band - New Threats From The Soul



Connor Fitzpatrick | Cory Hanson – I Love People

Drag City Inc.

Dear reader, 

I’ve been listening to Cory Hanson’s I Love People fairly religiously since it came out this summer. Sadly, I tend to treat a lot of albums like single-use plastics, checking them out to see what’s up, then tossing them aside without the fair chance of a second or third listen. This is a me problem, and maybe I’ll make it a resolution to focus on the reuse element of the three main tenets of recycling next year. So why do I keep returning to I Love People with such regularity? Well, because it has the songs, man. The album is a shining collection of eleven nuggets each with their own unique embellishments. Opener “Bird On a Swing” is a breathtaking country-rock ode to the highs and lows of personal freedom. One of the things I really love about this album is how Hanson leans into his sardonic side. “Joker” and the title track “I Love People” are both swaggering horn-laden jams that create a sense of intrigue where you can’t tell if Hanson is being sincere or if he’s fucking with you. The saccharine Christmas carol “Santa Claus Is Coming Back to Town” reads like a lost Denis Johnson short story that details the lonely existence of an Afghanistan war veteran. In the past, I’ve loved Hanson’s work, both solo and with his band Wand, for his approach to psychedelic, guitar-driven rock, but I Love People is a stark departure as he flaunts his skills as a concise singer-songwriter. I hope you give this album a listen.

Much love,
Connor

P.S. Here are a few other albums I loved this year.

  • Brian Dunne, Clams Casino

  • Greet Death, Die In Love

  • Maria Somerville, Luster

  • Die Spitz, Something to Consume

  • Addison Rae, Addison