Shut Up About Stomp Clap. Shut Up About Stomp Clap.
Twitter is making me feel (more) insane (than usual). My "let's talk about music more!" wish came true, and so the monkey's paw curled. We're now on hour 72 or so of absurdly pervasive stomp clap discourse in the year 2025, centered around that one Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes song for some reason. This all spawned out of "what's the worst song ever?" engagement bait — sorry to be a scold (no I'm not) but let's do better.
Without getting into the merits of the song (it's good and I will never seek it out ever again) or the genre at large (not for me but you guys have fun), I'm left wishing we could broadly engage in a way that isn't this reductive and entirely reliant on the utilization of nostalgia as a crutch. The discourse has warped a harmless, moderately cringey article of late-oughts faux-revival folk into a cipher for seemingly the entire wretched website's worldviews — it's hipster! It's normie! It's earnest! It's performative! It's Bon Iver! It's The Lumineers! It's Zionist! (?) I am so tired.
Anyway, it's cooler and infinitely more productive to just talk about stuff you like and engage with all the cool shit that's made its way into the world since our frontal lobes fully developed. The truth is that 2010s era indie rock (deploying that term with the appropriate looseness) will never die, and that is a wonderful thing. Here are a few recent songs keeping that spirit alive and well.
"The Great Divide" — Little Mazarn
This might be the best song to go all in on romanticizing losing/finding yourself in nature since [insert Fleet Foxes selection of your choosing]. It's bittersweet, hopeful, and nostalgic in a way that's additive, not just empty calories. Backed by serene, straightforward instrumentation, it's rustic and misty-eyed without coming across as cloying. This one's for real yearners.
More proof that nostalgia and earthy folk music aren't an inherently nefarious duo — just do it right! This song does bear some technical markings of stomp clap (going so far as to mention barn parties, for crying out loud), but it doesn't come across as put on or inauthentic — always a smart move to keep a Tweedy on your band's roster. Plus, "aren't you glad you didn't kill yourself?" is a banger way to end a chorus.
"Shells" — Westside Cowboy
Admittedly, it's fucked up that a band named Westside Cowboy hails from England (I don't make the rules, it just is). On the other hand, this feels like the exact kind of song that was absolutely lighting my high school-aged brain up — there's something about the joint guy/girl vocals that sounds extremely 2010, and the ups and downs of the rhythm section make this track electric. I'm getting notes of the first two Ra Ra Riot records — proof that good old fashioned jaunty indie rock will never go out of style.
More UK-USA cosplay! We'll allow it, because this is a tremendous approximation of Americana from one of the better songwriters working across the pond today. That tempo fakeout at 2:09 is a sublime production touch, and "I talk to trees cause they're staring at me / all the time" is one of my favorite lines of the year — I'll always be a sucker for some light naturalistic surrealism.
"Recognize Me" — Maiya Blaney
The best song on Maiya Blaney's sonically wide-ranging new album A Room With A Door That Closes is "Recognize Me" — it's the clearest lean into straight up rock, with muscular percussion and guitars that crunch just the right amount.
"Barnard" — Forth Wanderers
Y'all like The Strokes? Getting a new Forth Wanderers project is maybe the most pleasant surprise of the year so far, and they really nailed that early 2000's jangly guitar tone here. This would've gone crazy on alternative radio back in the day.
"Dimes square" — Autumn Rhythm
Another Strokes-inspired, would-be alternative radio smash; Autumn Rhythm (seemingly named for a Jackson Pollack painting) employ a timeless alt-rock sound that's a little grungy, a little poppy, and perfectly suited to basement shows before their eventual come up.