My favorite Romance songs from the past year.
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Schuyler Fisk’s "Hello" sounds like the kind of pop confession needs: bright, nervous, and impossible to shake. It lands as a fresh discovery with just enough charm to keep your inbox, your headphones, and your heart in the same room.
The Weepies and “Gotta Have You” land like a perfect confession: shy, singable, and impossible to shake. It feels brand-new right now, the kind of track that sneaks onto every playlist and suddenly owns the week.
Harry Manx turns Crazy Love (Wedding Version) into the kind of find that stops you mid-scroll and makes you grin. It lands like a fresh secret with just enough heart to feel instantly essential.
Amy Millan turns “Losin You - Live” into the kind of confession that sneaks up between snowbanks and bad decisions. It feels brand-new, like the one track everyone is suddenly pretending they found first.
Matt Ryczek sounds like he just cut Without You and sent it straight into the pile. It lands with the kind of clean, aching hook that makes a cold afternoon feel personal.
Teitur and I Was Just Thinking land like the kind of love song that sneaks up and steals the afternoon. this feels brand-new, like the track everybody suddenly knows before the rest of the office catches on.
Hellogoodbye turns “Oh, It Is Love” into the kind of bright, jittery pop that feels essential . It sounds like the month’s best secret: gushy, immediate, and too catchy to sit still through once.
Jay Wright and "Why...Tell me" land like a fresh breakup confession right when the air still bites and everybody acts like they are fine. This is the kind of love-smitten cut that sounds personal enough to hang onto and sharp enough to replay all week.
If Brett Dennen’s By & By lands it feels like the kind of track people trade by word of mouth before the blogs catch up. It fits right into the season: warm, hopeful, and just charming enough to make a gray week seem accidental.
Ten Dollar Outfit lands A Better Way To Spend The Day (Morning Song) like it is the freshest thing on the radio this . It feels built for the morning commute, the coffee run, and the kind of day that suddenly gets better just because a song shows up at the right time.
Jack Johnson and "Banana Pancakes" land like the kind of late-winter escape badly needs. It sounds freshly minted, and somehow it already feels like the song everyone pretends they found first.
Tommy Guerrero and Hello Again land like a fresh favorite . It feels exactly right for a month that still smells like cold sidewalks, late coffee, and one more good song before the day gets loud.
Joshua Radin and Paperweight land like the kind of discovery everyone swears they found first. this feels freshly minted, all hush and heart, and exactly the sort of track that sneaks into your day and refuses to leave.
Catie Curtis and "Strange" feel like the kind of discovery that sneaks up and suddenly owns your week. this sounds brand-new, intimate, and just sharp enough to cut through the winter haze.
Erin McKeown’s Queen of Quiet lands like the smartest whisper : cool, sharp, and impossible to ignore. If your winter needs one song that sounds like a secret you want to keep, this is it.
Eliot Morris turns Will She Ever Love Again? into the kind of heartbreak anthem that sneaks up fast and then lives in your head all day. It feels brand-new, like the song everyone should be talking about before the snow melts.
Ray LaMontagne and Three More Days land like a late-night confession that somehow becomes essential . It sounds brand-new, but it already feels like the song everybody is quietly claiming as their own.
The Low Stars land “Love, Love, Love” like it just arrived on your desk with a sticky note: play this now. this sounds like the kind of quietly huge radio gem that sneaks past the obvious singles and wins the whole week.
Eric Bibb slides back into view with "Shine On" like a late-night signal worth catching right now . It feels fresh, warm, and quietly confident, the kind of cut that makes everything around it seem a little less cluttered.
LeRoy Bell lands "Father To Son" like a fresh gem and it feels ready-made for anyone chasing a little warmth in a cold month. It arrives with the kind of emotional directness that makes a song stick fast, especially when the year still feels brand-new.
Tristan Prettyman sounds like the kind of artist people trade over AIM after a late-night FM session, and Love Love Love lands like a fresh crush with zero patience for cool detachment. It feels immediate, radio-ready, and just a little too honest to ignore.
Snow Patrol and "Chocolate" land like the sort of pop-rock single that suddenly owns . It feels immediate, shiny, and just restless enough to sound bigger than the room it is playing in.
The Stands turn “I Will Journey Home” into the sort of anthem that feels newly discovered the second it starts spinning. It lands like a record everyone should already know, which is exactly why it matters right now.
