Nashville-based indie rock trio Palm Ghosts releases its Content Providers album (Sweet Cheetah / Steadfast / Poptek) on October 10. Listen to the second single, “Paul’s Last Epistle.” Content Providers is not just an album, it’s a howl from the neon gulag of 2025, where rock bands aren’t bands anymore, but social media vending machines doling out dopamine and desperation in equal measure.

Palm Ghosts, ever the beautiful bastards of post-punk gloom and cinematic pop, have cracked the mirror and are pointing to the ugly thing squirming behind it. These eleven songs don’t whisper or plead; they seethe, spiral, and spit in the face of algorithmic servitude. There’s blood under the fingernails of every chorus. You can hear the band clawing for something real in the white noise of followers, filters, and faux vulnerability. This is a world where authenticity has been weaponized, where the artist is just a dancing bear with a ring light and a Patreon account.