Alright you beautiful riff merchantsโฆ if youโre reading this with one eye open, a head like a dropped amp, and a vague memory of shouting along to a song you donโt even likeโฆ solidarity, butt. ๐ฅด๐ป
We hope the hangover isnโt too brutal and your speakers survived the night. From sweaty gigs and muddy festivals to daft petitions, late-night rants, band interviews, listicles, nostalgia trips and pure rock โnโ roll chaos, 2025 was a proper one.
Massive, heartfelt thanks to every band, promoter, venue, PR, festival, artist, reader, commenter, lurker and absolute legend we worked with this year. You lot are the lifeblood of this thing and we donโt say it enough, but we mean it every time. โค๏ธ๐ธ
Now thenโฆ 2026. More gigs. Louder riffs. Bigger stories. More Welsh chaos. More love for the scene. More shouting about bands that deserve it. Same goblin energy, just turned up another notch. ๐ฅ๐ค
Get the kettle on, neck some water, dust yourself off and letโs do this all over again.
Hereโs to 2026 being even louder, heavier and more unhinged.
Cโmon butt. ๐ค๐ฅ๐บ
