The Best Songs of 2026 (So Far)

ISSUE #334

Olivia Rodrigo’s universally acclaimed third album came out the same year the film Obsession made over $300 million dollars at the worldwide box office. This is nothing less than a fact, and the implications are far beyond the scope of this issue; nevertheless, it speaks to a generational changing of the guard, and the universal pattern of emotion and memory for our centennially challenged species.

Olivia and I share a birthday (same with Rihanna, and Kurt Cobain). We’re cusps, so it’s very validating to hear her identify fully and forcefully as Pisces in her album opener “drop dead." If there’s any core truth in the zodiac, it’s just another hook to hang my emotional hat on; it helps me remember, and cross the rickety bridge of age, to give an additional layer of specific identification to the feelings she evokes when she sings.

What else do we share? A love of The Cure. A knowledge of the chord progression in “Everlong.” There’s the collaboration and guidance of her personal Antonoff, Dan Nigro (which is way less creepy, at least, based on what I’ve read so far). I'm a mark for her new songs—I do think she rocks. But I hate nothing more than being swindled and duped, which is the influence of my own generation of elders, the X-ers, those cynical cousins who raised me. Time will tell how I really feel in the end (and eventually, I’ll be so dead anyway).

Well, you won’t find any of her in here, which is no shade to her. There are millions of 2026 songs out there right now, so it’s no insult not to make the top ten. I’m not interested in consensus picks. I’m only interested in what keeps me coming back, over and over.


1. “Badlands” | Kevin Morby
Last week, I rewatched the Girls episodes where Hannah goes to Iowa for the Writer’s Workshop. Iowa City didn’t allow them to film there, which I think was a mistake, but it was good of Dunham to want to, at least. It’s more than most people have in them, even the ones I love.

It’s hard, I get it, to remember the Potato State. The Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, you know. Most don’t want to consider it at all—how beauty may lie in places they have no desire to see. Who can blame them? The spirit doesn’t know how to open up if it has no example of openness. That’s what Morby makes his albums about; this new one is one of his best.

 

2. “Cocoa Beach” | Daughn Gibson
And I know that every inch of land is born as good land. From Iowa, that unknowable sea of wind, to Florida’s salty shell and knotted, green hair. Evoking Alex Cameron’s “Miami Memory,” Daughn Gibson floors the reverb pedal on his Leonard Cohen sound and recontextualizes that singular peninsula, singing straight into its mouth.

 

3. “Target Practice” | My New Band Believe
The British Windmill scene has been filtering Queen’s itty-bitty ditties through Y2K emo for half a decade now—it always hits for me. Whenever these guys go chamber pop, I’m freaking in. Make it prog, fuse it with pop; bring it spite, keep it wry. That’s the way to get under my skin.

 

4. “Hard Candy” | fakemink
Phonk assembled a body this year, and its name is fakemink. The witch-house ritual complete, London air now tastes like helium and comes bearing gecs.

 

5. “Eyelash” | Bladee
The prettiest Bladee to date, for my money, “Eyelash” is basically a Postal Service song if Dntel had been mainlining doomscrolls.

 

6. “Broken By Design” | Basement
Nothing like a band pushing through a history of hiatus to bring me a song like this, which I quite like—that’s what artistry’s all about.

 

7. “So Mean” | Greg Mendez
Everyone has called the guy with the guitar “the new Elliott Smith” for going on 30 years now—but Mendez is the closest anyone’s ever actually come to reincarnation without pastiche, without caricature.

 

8. “Hit & Run” | sadie
Lyrically cogent and so utterly touching for the genre.

 

9. “Take the Form” | of Montreal
I hadn’t listened to them in a long time, but some of my best friends are huge of-Montreal–heads. I’d heard them out about the merits of their country-tinged record, gazed at all their posters on the wall, waited for them to come back to me naturally, like Odysseus—finally, they decided to lift that guitar squeal from Modest Mouse’s pedalboard and slayed me for my wandering eyes.

 

10. “Running to Pain” | Kelsey Lu
Actually? An unstoppable running song. I know I’m prone to the full-throated pop girlies—blame my mother’s Leona Lewis phase—but I do think this one’s special. So many ingredients, in the wrong hands, could end up with slop, but instead it’s the ultimate gravy.


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