This playlist is a little love note to Nashville’s wild mix of sounds, stitched together with twang, fuzz, and sparkle. It bounces from Margo Price’s sharp storytelling to All Them Witches’ swampy psych storms, then crashes straight into Snõõper’s joyful chaos. Marissa Nadler drifts in like a dream, William Tyler paints whole worlds without a word, and somehow it all feels perfectly at home under the same neon sky.
Care – Wilby
A raw confessional that wears its heart on its sleeve, equal parts tender and jagged.
A raw confessional that wears its heart on its sleeve, equal parts tender and jagged.
second spring – Total Wife
Dreamy indie pop that feels like stumbling into a hazy sunrise after a long night.
Dreamy indie pop that feels like stumbling into a hazy sunrise after a long night.
Losing Streak – Margo Price
A rollicking alt-country anthem about bad luck, grit, and laughing through the ache.
A rollicking alt-country anthem about bad luck, grit, and laughing through the ache.
Upstate Girl – Seth Timbs
A bittersweet ballad painted in piano and nostalgia, like a postcard never sent.
A bittersweet ballad painted in piano and nostalgia, like a postcard never sent.
Closer Tonight – Grant-Lee Phillips
Darkly romantic, it lingers like candle smoke after a midnight confession.
Darkly romantic, it lingers like candle smoke after a midnight confession.
When God Comes Back – All Them Witches
Heavy, swampy psych-rock that feels like judgment day kicking down your door.
Heavy, swampy psych-rock that feels like judgment day kicking down your door.
Light Years – Marissa Nadler
A spectral meditation, her voice drifting like starlight across empty space.
A spectral meditation, her voice drifting like starlight across empty space.
Guard Dog – Snõõper
A chaotic punk burst, barking with playful menace and reckless joy.
A chaotic punk burst, barking with playful menace and reckless joy.
No Happy Endings – Emma Swift
A melancholy waltz that insists on beauty even as it stares down despair.
A melancholy waltz that insists on beauty even as it stares down despair.
Easy – Molly Tuttle
Breezy yet intricate, her guitar dances as lightly as her voice.
Breezy yet intricate, her guitar dances as lightly as her voice.
Touch-Tone Telephone – Lemon Demon
Quirky, paranoid pop brilliance that spins conspiracy into irresistible earworm.
Quirky, paranoid pop brilliance that spins conspiracy into irresistible earworm.
My Heart Hurts – Josh Rouse
Gentle and melodic, the ache is softened by honeyed vocals.
Gentle and melodic, the ache is softened by honeyed vocals.
Howling at the Second Moon – William Tyler
An instrumental journey that feels like desert winds whispering to the stars.
An instrumental journey that feels like desert winds whispering to the stars.
What a B*tch – Be Your Own Pet
Unapologetic garage punk fury that snarls, spits, and dares you to keep up.
Unapologetic garage punk fury that snarls, spits, and dares you to keep up.
Leaping on the Moon – Anne McCue, The Cubis
Cosmic folk-rock that feels like a graceful orbit between longing and liberation.
Cosmic folk-rock that feels like a graceful orbit between longing and liberation.
