The Sunmills are like a lightning bolt straight outta Highland, Utah. These guys aren’t just bringing back that grungy ’90s alt-rock vibe – they’re throwing in a funky twist, and blasting it into the stratosphere. Their new track “Rock and Roll” isn’t some nostalgic trip down memory lane; it’s a reinvention of what guitar rock can be in 2025. Picture this: Hendrix’s mind-bending guitar solos, the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ funky groove, and lyrics that sound like they came from your most sarcastic buddy who dropped out of therapy. That’s The Sunmills in a nutshell. “Rock and Roll” is like a stick of dynamite – rebellion, catchy-as-hell, stuck in your head for days. And if you think that’s wild, just wait for their debut album “The Art of Burning Bridges” dropping May 9. It’s like a love note to chaos, with “Rock and Roll” as the flaming PS at the end.
“Rock and Roll” is way more than just another tune. The Sunmills are having a blast poking fun at all those played-out rock star clichés – you know, the whole “packed arenas” and “chasing the spotlight” deal. But here’s the thing – they’re totally guilty of dreaming about that stuff too. It’s like they’re flipping off the haters while giving themselves a little wink in the mirror. The music itself is this wild balancing act. That rhythm section – it’s so tight you couldn’t wedge a guitar pick between the beats. There’s definitely some Britpop attitude mixed in there, plus a sprinkle of that sunny ’60s pop vibe. But it all feels fresh, like they’ve put their own spin on it. What elevates “Rock and Roll” is how it doesn’t take itself too seriously, even though these guys clearly know their stuff. The production’s slick without feeling sterile – you can practically feel the energy through your speakers.
The Sunmills aren’t here to coddle your feelings or peddle TikTok-ready platitudes. “Rock and Roll” is a celebration of messiness, a track that grows on contradictions: It’s nostalgic yet forward-thinking, sarcastic yet earnest, chaotic yet meticulously crafted. If this is the sound of bridges burning, light the damn match yourself. The Sunmills aren’t only keeping rock alive—they’re dragging it kicking and screaming into tomorrow, one sarcastic banger at a time. Turn it up, then pray your speakers survive.