MOTEL SIX: 15 tracks, 46 minutes of egg punk, garage rock & indie rock running music. Loud drums, dingy guitars. 140-180 BPM for tempo runs and 8Ks.
The motel at mile six isn't the nice kind with continental breakfast and pool hours. It's cigarette burns on polyester bedspreads, flickering neon, and a vending machine that only takes exact change. That's this playlist.\n\nBeach Riot kicks the door open with "Robot" and "Wrong Impression"—frantic garage punk that sets the tone immediately. This isn't running music that holds your hand. Bad Nerves and The Velveteers pile on with bratty, aggressive egg punk energy, all blown-out guitars and drums mixed louder than logic suggests. By the time you hit "Hung Up" by The Mysterines, you're locked into a dirty, relentless groove that refuses to let you think about how many miles are left. This is running music for tempo runs and 8Ks where pretty sounds would feel like lying.\n\nThe Tigercub trilogy—"Rich Boy," "I.W.G.F.U.," and "Antiseptic"—arrives right when your body starts sending distress signals. These tracks don't soothe; they escalate. "Antiseptic" especially, with its sludgy riffs and unrelenting drive, becomes the wall you run through instead of into. Pulled Apart By Horses takes over with chaotic, visceral energy before Beach Riot returns for a quick breath, then The Velveteers close it out with "Motel #27" and "Father Of Lies"—thematic bookends that remind you exactly where you've been.\n\nThis is 46 minutes of six bands who understand that sometimes the best running music isn't motivational—it's confrontational. Loud drums, dingy guitars, zero polish. The kind of playlist that makes you run faster just to prove you can keep up with it. Mile six is still brutal, but at least now it has a soundtrack that doesn't pretend otherwise.