Toronto’s Maddy Little is kicking down the door with a gasoline-soaked boot. “Over It” (out June 25th, 2025) is pure scuzzy guitars, melodic fury, and the kind of bone-deep frustration that scalds your eardrums.
Forged in the fires of collaboration, “Over It” sees Little joining forces with her musical kin: Matt Snell, Christian Turner, and Konrad Comisso. These are clearly her “favourite people to work with”, and that camaraderie bleeds through the speakers. The implication is clear: this is a tight-knit unit firing on all cylinders to back Little’s vision.
So, what’s the fuel powering this rocker? Little name-drops the heavyweights: Soccer Mommy’s bruised melody, Dizzy’s angst, Always’ scuffed-edge intensity. And HELL YES, it translates. “Over It” is irresistible, yes—but it’s got dirt under its nails. Expect driving rhythms that punch, guitars that snarl and glisten in equal measure, and hooks sharp enough to draw blood. It’s indie rock with heft AND heart—the perfect vehicle for the track’s nuclear core: the soul-crushing purgatory of a situationship. Little goes into that maddening limbo of being tangled with someone allergic to commitment. Feeling used, frustrated, emotionally strung-out.
Recorded at Genesis Sound in Toronto, the process itself was a defining element. Little nails it: what made it unique was “working with people who’ve become friends.” This wasn’t about chasing charts or crafting a calculated hit; it was about the pure, chaotic joy of creation among comrades. That authenticity bleeds through every note. You hear the laughter, the focus, the unmistakable sound of artists giving zero fucks about anything BUT THE SONG.
Little isn’t just a studio phantom either. She’s already lighting up stages, recently delivering what she calls a “magical night” opening for Puma Blue at The Drake Underground. If “Over It” is any indication, her live shows are likely incendiary, raw displays of the talent captured on record.
“Over It” weaponises melody. It pairs irresistible, head-crushing hooks with lyrics that stab straight into the messy heart of modern love. It’s indie rock with swagger, substance, and the kind of scuzzy brilliance that feels like a revelation. Maddy Little isn’t emerging—she’s ARRIVING.