pop punk

Sweeping Promise’s bit is not particularly complicated and can be grasped by listening to any one of its songs, but it nevertheless feels fresh and stimulating to have something new to talk about.

The music Lindemann creates is well-suited for live performance, and even though she may have fumbled the delivery at some points in the night, there was never a moment of boredom or emptiness.

If pop punk is alive and breathing, it’s because artists like Maggie Lindemann are administering the electric pulse.

At the Regency Ballroom, beabadoobee enchanted her audience with blossoming bedroom pop punk that sparked childlike curiosity and glee across the venue.

Anticipated as a potentially promising successor to 2020’s Tickets to My Downfall, the album instead plods through purposeless self-awareness.

If someone told you they liked pop music with a casual, “I like a chipper synthesized baseline, a plucky electric guitar and lyrics about adolescent life that make my heart tingle, if you please,” you would probably tell them to simmer down.