fight me irl.’s self-titled debut mini CD crashes through the speakers, packed with anthemic vocal harmonies, tremendous guitar works, and energetic beats. This Copenhagen outfit has taken the restless DNA of early noughties emo and run it through the prism of modern pop punk, indie sensibilities, and orgcore instincts, crafting a familiar yet forward-thinking collection of songs. At first glance, the choice of format is telling more than thousand words. Released on a mini CD, a half-forgotten relic of physical media, the record embraces sentimentality while thumbing its nose at convention. It’s more than a gimmick. The tiny disc, pressed to look like a miniature vinyl record, forces you to remember how music was once consumed. Not streamed, not shuffled, but handled with care, placed into a tray, and given your full attention. And when you give them that attention, they’ll surprise you with their restless energy and power. The EP carries hooks that feel tattooed into your heart after one listen, but depth also lies beneath all of that. Their ability to knit together emotional candor, rawness, nearness, and spirit of the aforementioned genres gives these songs multiple layers. This is an anthemic music built for basement gigs and long walks home, and fight me irl. did it with such precision and finesse rarely found on the scene nowadays.
The vocals contribute more than necessary emotional weight. These vocal harmonies balance fragility and force, capable of breaking into a melodic murmur at one moment, and a cracked, almost shouted admission in a couple of seconds after that. There is no pretense here, no attempt to sand down imperfections. It’s emo in the truest sense, sincerity weaponized. When these harmonies arrive, whether subtle in the background or swelling in unison, they elevate the choruses into collaborative moments. Sonically, the guitars are built on that classic emo and indie punk interplay, jangly chords, thick distortion, melodic lines, and catchy harmonies; these instrumentations have it all. These are not generic power chords; they are carefully constructed motifs, full of color and movement. The basslines are warm, deep, dense, heavy, often stepping forward as a binding element that keeps everything together and tight, giving the songs their weightiness. The drumming is sharp, dynamic, and endlessly tasteful. Whether driving forward with a punk tempo or pulling back into something more measured, it always knows when to push, when to hold back, and when to break loose. Together, the low end adds a power that grounds the emotional highs and ensures that, however catchy the melodies get, the band never drifts into saccharine territory. The early 2000s looms throughout the entire record, echoing the golden age of emo and pop punk, the era when these styles ruled the airwaves. However, they take those elements and filter them through a distinctly modern lens. The production is crisp but not entirely pure. You can hear the lineage, from emo’s underground roots to orgcore’s heart-on-sleeve anthems, but it’s recombined to fit the fight me irl. signature moves. Lyrically, this EP doesn’t shy away from the emotional messiness that fuels emo and punk rock music. The exhaustion of daily life, the ache of trying to belong, the contradictions of joy and regret tangled together, but rather than drowning in those feelings, the songs carve them into hooks, turning personal struggle into collective catharsis. That balance is where this record finds its power.
Releasing music on a mini CD in 2025 is almost absurd, but that absurdity is the point. It’s a rejection of the frictionless consumption that dominates music today. It insists on a ritual, slide the disc into a tray, press play, listen. The choice mirrors the band’s music itself, raw, calculated, unwilling to be reduced to background fodder. It’s a small act of defiance, but in punk and emo, small acts of defiance are the whole point. They’ve resurrected a forgotten format, yes, but more importantly, they’ve resurrected a feeling: that thrill of hearing a band capture lightning in a bottle, of realizing you’re listening to something that matters. There is confidence in every chord, every chorus, every decision to lean into melody or distortion. If you’re willing to dig out a CD tray, you’ll be rewarded with one of the most irresistible emo punk releases of the year, a record that tastefully and boldly merges the past, present, and future of this genre. Head to Nasty Cut Records for more information about ordering.
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