The very first post on www.idieyoudie.com was put up on June 30th, 2011, which makes today just one day shy of our 15th anniversary. It’s hard to remember what our vision for this thing was way back then in those halcyon days of the early 2010s, but one constant from that era has been these Tracks posts, which is basically the mortar that holds this thing together; we find new songs, we post them. Probably safe to say that as long as we do this thing it’ll be a practice we maintain, a nice little habit/ritual that keeps us digging, listening and engaged with all the music that falls under the wide Our Thing umbrella. We don’t usually remember to make a big deal out of these site birthdays, but it’s at least nice to acknowledge it as a thing we enjoy and hopefully has value to you as a reader. Speaking of which, here’s a batch of fresh songs in the grand Tracks tradition.

Spike Hellis back in service.
Spike Hellis, “Entirely Mine”
A few more facets of one of 2026’s most hotly anticipated releases have come into focus. On the heels of the release of “By God” a couple of months ago, the full track list for Spike Hellis’ appropriately titled sophomore LP Successor is out along with two other tracks. There’s a brassy and unexpected streak of melodicism in this cut which might almost come across as an anthem were it not otherwise occupied working over your jaw and gut with the unpredictable rhythmic stabs Spike Hellis first wrested live audiences’ attention with.
Caustic, “It’s Not Gatekeeping If You’re a Douchebag”
In a classic example of “He’s saying what we’re all thinking!” Matt Fanale’s new joint is a stirring rejoinder to certain unpleasant elements that have been making an online fuss in the margins of Our Thing of late. It’s a pretty simple message; inclusion is not a given when your beliefs and behaviour are actively harmful to the community at large, and people are within their rights to want nothing to fucking do with you. And in classic Caustic style, Matt sounds properly pissed, spitting one of his meannest sounding vocals in recent years over a proper dirty EBM number. Steady on Fanale, tell ’em how it is.
Ony Godfrey, “The World is My Chess”
Gotta say, we weren’t expecting anime-coded baroque hyperpop with Indonesian darkwave queen Ony Godfrey, but then again we never know what to expect from them. As with the two preceding cuts from her forthcoming solo LP, it’s a number that relies heavily on aesthetics and presentation as complements to Godfrey’s distinctive vocal styles and political lyrics. Wait ’til you hear the organ solo on this bastard, it’s wild as hell. One of our scene’s most unique treasures, you should honestly be following more closely.
Xenturion Prime, “Halcyon”
Hey now, that’s a pretty nice bit of classic synthwaved up pop from Swedes Xenturion Prime who have a knack for producing and writing in the style. While their stock and trade has been hyped up trance-adjacent club bangers that invoke the memory of futurepop, this slow burning ballad brings out the richness of their sound design and the lovely vocal harmonies they’ve been dialling in for years now. We don’t always check in on this act, but when we do, it generally always impresses, which makes us think we should probably check in more.
Red Deviil, “Kryptonesia”
A nice and grimy slice of TBM arrives from the always reliable Mexican duo Red Deviil, who’re heading back over to X-IMG’s climes for the forthcoming Tesoros Infernales 12″. As with equally enjoyable teaser “Seldom Seen”, there’s just enough bounce and lo-fi grit in this cut to hearken back to early techno and house releases as much as present day Berlin clubs.
Sexblood, “Radium Girl”
Lord knows we enjoy a lot of second wave goth rock around these parts, but it’s not a style especially known for having much of a sense of humour about itself, at least on record. It’s nice to bump into this light (in both senses of the word) bit of fun from French act Sexblood, then, whom if the name wasn’t enough of a clue are looking at the infamous radium poisoning scandal from a century ago through a fairly sardonic lens, and have enough melody and verve to pull it off.