The Most Important Song of 2026

Fontaines D.C.’s song “Marianne” is an 8 out of 10.

It’s grand and atmospheric, evoking Depeche Mode circa 1990. A sleek, dark post-punk melodrama that incredibly even has an instrumental hook, which is something most artists are allergic to nowadays. It has a slightly underwhelming three-note chorus, but that is salvaged at the end of the track when the band layers the verse vocals and the chorus vocals on top of each other to great effect.

The best part of this song lies not in itself however, but the context of the band’s output so far.

This is Fontaines D.C. aiming for the top. They want to headline arenas and stadiums, they want to be a big band – maybe even the biggest band. And they certainly do not have much competition. As I’ve talked about at considerable length over the past few years, most modern alternative artists are lacking one key element: ambition. The lack of ambition is hampering so many bands’ success, leading to a massive dearth of household names this decade.

It’s been close to a decade’s journey for Fontaines. Beginning as a scrappy, raw garage punk band like IDLES and Viagra Boys, they’ve now eclipsed those peers as their sound has evolved with every record. Over the years they have broadened their scope a little wider with each release, streamlining it and adding a hint of gloss every time. It’s the kind of progression every band used to have and is now sorely missed as new artists either toil in obscurity for their entire career due to their obstinate refusal to write hooks, or are immediately installed at or near the top due to being industry plants or nepo babies.

That trajectory, that mythos, is a crucial element of any authentic band’s journey. Slowly finding a sound only you can make and then crafting it bit by bit to make it accessible to more people without losing that initial spark of authenticity. Some bands take longer than others, and in many cases the longer the breakthrough takes the better the payoff is. Some of the greatest bands in alternative rock history have worked for years before hitting gold.

R.E.M spent a lifetime being designated as “college rock” heroes before becoming one of the definitive bands of alternative rock. Modest Mouse were relegated to midwest success until their breakthrough brought them worldwide fame. Metric set their sights higher and ended up as one of Toronto’s biggest musical exports ever. Portugal. The Man spent the better part of two decades without mainstream recognition until “Feel it Still” launched them into the stratosphere. M83’s cinematic masterpieces were going by unnoticed by the masses until “Midnight City”, and now everyone has at least one video on their social media set to “Outro”. And most recently Tame Impala finally scored a major hit with “Dracula”, after years of slowing moving away from psychedelic prog to a more polished sound – though Kevin Parker likely benefited from the K-pop guest singer boost.

It remains to be seen whether the upcoming Dopamine Chamber will be that moment for Fontaines, but the takeaway here is the simple fact that they are trying. They are doing exactly what every band should be doing and evolving naturally instead of stunting their own growth. In 2026, that qualifies as the boldest move a band can make.

Nepo Babies: Domination

About a year ago nearly every tech CEO seemingly malfunctioned and switched to
“evil mode”, not unlike the Krusty doll in that fantastic Simpsons Treehouse of Horror special. It was a mask off moment that was at once expected and unexpected. Of course we all knew that the billionaire magnates that ran massive online enterprises were largely amoral, self-aggrandizing blowhards. Sinister executives are part of the great and storied fabric of Western civilization.

But perhaps they got too comfortable in the role, because in 2025 nearly every day one of these CEOs would release a statement so callous and anti-human that it may as well have been lifted from the script of a 90s action adventure movie for children. Many were proudly boasting about the decimation of entire industries, gleefully proclaiming that AI was going to destroy every creative’s dreams. “Thousands will lose their jobs!” was not framed as a disaster but as a victory.

Thankfully that rhetoric has been dialed back in 2026, even if the AI behemoth continues to lurch forward. The magnates have shut their yaps, with some even fleeing their country with their tail between their legs. Now it’s only pea-brained tech bros on social media cheering on the demise of human art.

This year, a new “open secret” was dragged into the light. The entertainment industry is currently in the middle of its own mask off moment as nepo babies not only shed the shame of being the most well watered industry plants, but boldly embrace their silver spoon heritage.

This of course has come to a new level of discourse recently with a multi-billionaire’s daughter launching her own personal Make-A-Wish campaign masqueraded as a budding career.

Stella Lefty, the daughter of a man with a net worth of five billion dollars, really really liked Noah Kahan’s 2023 hit “Stick Season”. So she made her own version, and now she wants everyone to hear that version. (That version being her song “Boston”).

The lore seems to get more ridiculous and hilarious every day. There are of course accusations of paying for streams, paying for likes, and perhaps the most demonstrably true: paying for comments.

The entire debacle feels like a joke, a meme that might just be intentionally created to put the name Stella Lefty on the map. A weird weaponized subversion of the Streisand Effect might just be what it takes to get your name out there these days.

It brings to mind the ARK Music Factory fiasco from 2011 – the studio where rich kids were sent to make a pop song and music video in a strange Build-A-Bear type scenario, a vanity project that really only succeeded in creating precisely one career: Rebecca Black. Not because of some incredible production or songwriting, but because of the same kind of controversy that is currently buzzing around Stella Lefty. It was an early example of “so bad it’s good” internet content, but in the end it really did only work for Black. Her ARK Music Factory peers Sarah Maugaotega and Madison Bray did not benefit from the same kind of outrage coverage.

It would not be surprising then, if Stella Lefty were in fact embracing the nepo baby accusations and playing into them, turning herself into a beacon of audacity.

She has certainly taken the heat off dozens of other recently unmasked nepo babies, including sibling duo Malcolm Todd and Audrey Hobert, both the children of an L.A. producer. Any discourse about them and their connections now seems quaint compared to Lefty. Most discourse about any other nepo babies will seem quaint, and this might be an unintended consequence of this entire situation.

The online commentariat will shrug off Will Ferrell’s son Magnus or Justin Trudeau’s son Xavier and their respective rises to fame.

Sure, Gracie Abrams is the daughter of a major movie director, whatever.

We will all be desensitized to the nepotism. After all we embraced Drake and Miley Cyrus despite their leg up in the industry during their formative years. Why should we not also embrace King Princess, Blondshell and The Kid Laroi?

Of course this could fizzle out in spectacular fashion. Lefty’s aspirations could easily be the musical equivalent to Michael Bloomberg’s disastrous billion dollar political campaign in 2020.

A shame though, that “Boston” is so tepid.

It’s no “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell (son of Motown founder and CEO Berry Gordy) and it’s definitely no “Party Rock Anthem” by LMFAO (other son and half-nephew of Motown founder and CEO Berry Gordy).

It’s a stale countrified version of Noah Kahan’s “Stick Season”, and people are going to remember the memes, not the music.