Long Island has a lot going for it. It’s got a couple of beaches, bagels, and more emo bands per capita than anywhere else in the world, including the Midwest. And it really doesn’t get enough credit for coming out with remarkable music in general. That’s why we ranked the top 50 songs written by bands from the most populous island in America.
And let’s get this out of the way early. We aren’t including Brand New. We know they are from Long Island, but we aren’t putting them on this list. They know what happened, you know what happened. There are plenty of other bands to talk about. We won’t waste any more time here.
Note for non-locals: Brooklyn and Queens are not considered part of Long Island culturally despite geographically very much making up the western portion of the actual island. No one knows why this is, but we all just accept it as commonplace. Like daylight savings time. So when we say Long Island, we mean specifically Suffolk and Nassau counties with a couple of notable exceptions.
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50. Nightmare of You “I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard” (2005)
Like many Long Island bands, Nightmare of You was formed from previously known Long Island bands and broke up to form even more Long Island bands. Approximately 80% of the bands on this list are made up of other bands on this list. It’s kind of like how everyone on Long Island dated each other at some point.
49. Two Man Advantage “I Had A Dream About Hockey” (1998)
If you like punk, hockey, and crushing beers then boy, do I have a band for you. Bands with a gimmick can oftentimes be cheesy as hell and actually take away from what they’re doing musically, but Two Man Advantage is one you can totally get behind. Unlike Kiss.
48. Wheatus “Teenage Dirtbag” (2000)
This one trends on TikTok every few weeks and you might’ve even seen celebrities use it to post photos of their so-called “teenage dirtbag” years. Only none of their old pics made them look like one. Do not disrespect the word “dirtbag” like that, John Stamos.
47. Crumbsuckers “Trapped” (1986)
Crumbsuckers were a crossover thrash who played with the likes of Suicidal Tendencies, Pantera, and Megadeth. The band was largely seen as ahead of their time. Kind of like how Long Island was way ahead of the rest of the country with the creation of suburbs. You’re welcome, America.
46. Sainthood Reps “Monoculture” (2011)
Just want to take this moment to say you don’t live in Long Island. You live ON Long Island. This is an important distinction to know going forward. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, go ahead and listen to Sainthood Reps. They rip.
45. Machine Girl “Atoth a Go!! Go!!” (2014)
Machine Girl goes hard in the paint, only they painted the lines and won’t tell us where they are. They’re popular in internet circles and even tour with 100 gecs. If you’re not familiar, Machine Girl blends pure chaos over electronica beats and makes music exclusively for werewolves.
44. Anterrabae “How Joey Got His Groove Back” (2004)
There was a period of time on Long Island when you couldn’t sit at a diner at two in the morning on a Saturday night with your best buds without overhearing someone say the word “Anterrabae” before asking the server to split the $32 bill 12 ways. Anterrabae had a major impact on the late-night dining experience.
43. Diffuser “I Wonder” (2003)
If you listen to the “Freaky Friday” and “Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen” soundtracks as much as I do, you’re already well-familiar with this band. Turns out their music goes perfectly with Lindsay Lohan movies.
42. As Tall as Lions “Ghost of York” (2006)
75% of indie bands in the 2000s were formed in NYC. But As Tall as Lions went against the grain and got together just slightly east of the city. True pioneers in the indie genre.
41. Somerset Thrower “Too Rich to Die” (2020)
Somerset Thrower is like a culmination of emo-forward ‘90s post-hardcore and alternative bands. If you’re ever sitting in traffic on Middle Country Road and need to pass the time, I highly recommend putting on the “Paint My Memory” album with the windows rolled down while staring directly into the eyes of drivers passing by. Just like how it was intended to be heard.
40. Envy on the Coast “Sugar Skulls” (2007)
Post-hardcore band Envy on the Coast formed in 2004, broke up in 2010, and got back together in 2016. At some point, every band on Long Island gets back together, even if only for a reunion show. It’s just a healthier alternative to getting back with your ex.
39. Northern State “Better Already” (2007)
Northern State gets points for creativity with merging indie rock with hip hop. The band started as a joke but ended up collaborating with heavy hitters like one of the Beastie Boys and their music even appeared in “Grey’s Anatomy.” This proves you can go pretty far if you do things insincerely.
38. Leaders of the New School “What’s Next” (1993)
Before Busta Rhymes was the Busta Rhymes we know today, he was part of this Long Island-based hip hop group. Chuck D actually gave Busta his famous stage name after some football player named George “Buster” Rhymes. Things could’ve gone a lot differently in his career if he were named after Buster Keaton.
37. I Am the Avalanche “Better Days” (2020)
I Am the Avalanche technically formed in Brooklyn, but most of the members are from Long Island. At least the important ones. If you’re going to move away from Long Island you typically relocate to Brooklyn, Florida, or one of the Carolinas. Nowhere else.
36. Oso Oso “basking in the glow” (2019)
Contrary to popular belief, Long Islanders don’t hang out in the Hamptons all too much. It’s because we’re too busy going to Oso Oso shows. You’d understand if you lived here and listened to them.
35. Stray Cats “Rock This Town” (1982)
The town of Massapequa is home to many famous people, like Jerry Seinfeld, Alec Baldwin, and Brian Setzer. But the Stray Cats will go on to be remembered as one of eight Long Island bands who weren’t emo, hardcore, or metal. Truly groundbreaking.
34. Sanction “Paralysis” (2019)
Long Island metalcore will never die. It only takes a few months off and comes back stronger and more abrasive. See: Sanction.
33. Dr. Acula “Cocaine Avalanche” (2011)
Dr. Acula is perhaps the only band named after a Mitch Hedberg punchline. This trend really should’ve caught on. Either way, they’re one of the few bands whose music actually lives up to their clever name.
32. EPMD “Da Joint” (1999)
EPMD, short for Erick and Parrish Making Dollars, never got the credit they deserved nationwide. Kind of like how Long Island doesn’t get enough credit for revolutionizing drinking in public on a train, like what happens on the LIRR between the hours of 6 a.m. and 4 a.m.
31. Pain of Truth “Under My Skin” (2023)
Pain of Truth will amp you up and make you want to punch a hole in your drywall. But in a good way. Long Island seems to have a lot of hardcore and metal bands. You know, the disgruntled genres. But why do Long Islanders have a chip on their shoulder? High property taxes.
30. Macseal “Twilight Funzone” (2017)
If you grew up on Long Island and never went through an emo phase, can you really be considered a Long Islander? Studies are still inconclusive. In the meantime, listen to Macseal and see if you pass the test.

The problem with being a true original is when you do the same thing for 40 years, it comes off tired, even for a band known for their frantic high-energy style. Perhaps because it was a combination of unreleased tracks, including a dated song about Saddam Hussein three years after his death, but this album does not come together. The standout is their cover of Sublime’s “Date Rape.” They add gravitas and a much improved guitar solo to one of the dumbest songs from one of the dumbest bands ever. It’s not so much “their earlier stuff was better,” but they did the same things better earlier.
With a long-running band, members have a tendency to get frustrated and quit. Or in Fishbone’s case, quit, join a cult only to have another member try to rescue them and be brought up on kidnapping charges. Nevertheless, this album suffers from the loss of two key songwriters, Chris Dowd and Kendall Jones. Dowd’s departure is painful, but luckily the band still has one of the most charismatic frontmen of all time. Angelo Moore makes Mick Jagger and David Lee Roth look like a stack of bones bound with stringy hair. It’s no surprise he has writing credit on the album’s best two tracks. However, the production is muddled. With a funk influenced band, the bass is the star, and Norwood Fisher is one of the best, but the bass parts are buried! This is a bit of a concept album, but the concept is also completely muddled. The narrative, spread over multiple introductions, interludes, and jams, appears to be about how a space monkey’s genitals are free from corporate overlords.
Being innovators was the curse of Fishbone’s career. Album after album they blazed a new trail, only to be discarded by the market, while bands like the Red Hot Chili Peppers steal the playbook and replace their humorous and incisive lyrics with off-key “scabby-dooby California” nonsense. But in this case, the album of reggae, ska, and pop hooks came four years too late. They luckily released a best of compilation to stay top of mind with the ‘90s ska revival, but this could have been a hallmark of third wave ska, with the bass lead reggae groove combined with vaudeville jokes in the Suffering. This album is notable for the variety of guest musicians – Gwen Stefani, George Clinton, the aforementioned RHCP (thankfully only the talented members), and Donnie Osmond, but the album is strictly for friends and fans.
Sophomore releases either stay the course or make a drastic change in their sound, but Fishbone went deeper. Not only musically by adding soul and jazz influences to their ska/funk/rock/reggae/new wave repertoire, but also as a personal exploration of the environment that produced them. Though it’s far from the best track on this album, but if you want to impress people with your knowledge of trivia, tell them “Turn The Other Way” was the original song playing on John Cusack‘s boombox in “Say Anything,” so be prepared to be carried out of the room with a crowd of people chanting your name.
This album is noteworthy for two things: It is the last recording with the six original members, and it is HEAVY. The band does their usual exploration of genre and maturity of style, and even with everyone at the top of their game, the chunky guitar stands out as a giant step into a new world. In retrospect, the cracks in the foundation were starting to show, every member was given the spotlight, but that might have been a peacekeeping measure. The album starts with three metal songs that rock harder than anything on “Headbangers Ball,” before easing into the giddy pop-ska of “Unyielding Conditioning.” This is a stew where every ingredient shines, except the potatoes wanted to go solo and the onions were having a nervous breakdown.
This is Fishbone’s most ambitious and highest charting album, and it’s not hard to see why: the genre blending (and genre bending), the social commentary, the political fearlessness, the energy, the humor, and the musicianship were all presented in a flawless package. Each member plays multiple instruments, but keyboardist/trombonist/vocalist Chris Dowd shines on this outing as the ultimate utility player, getting featured as lead vocalist on a few tracks and proving that keyboards can rock. Shockingly, even the poetry interludes are impressive as Angelo Moore hints at his future controversial Dr. Madd Vibe persona. They pulled out all the stops, having Spike Lee direct their videos and hitting all the late night shows, but once again, being trailblazers hurt them. If released later in the ‘90s, the gospel-influenced “Everyday Sunshine” would have been a Clinton-era ska breakthrough, and “Fight The Youth” would be the lead track on the “Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater” soundtrack. They will have to live on as the t-shirt for every John Cusack character and as a band that can tour forever everywhere to a devoted fanbase.
On their second full-length release, Fishbone melded together as a group, as a band, and as a team. Everyone is absolutely at the top of their game from the songwriting to the bass lines, the horns licks, the harder edged guitar solos, and even the ad libs and yelps are on point. They showed how they can interpret a world of influences into their own sound by taking Curtis Mayfield’s classic “Freddy’s Dead” from a funky, mournful lament into a hard-driving cautionary tale. That is the essence of Fishbone: absorb sounds from everywhere, take a lifetime of socially conscious observations, mash it together and create something even better. And then include a song about boning in a boneyard.
As a rule, these rankings don’t include live albums, compilations, or EPs, but this is Fishbone’s best release. A six song EP contains two of the greatest ska songs ever written, and are guaranteed to win over the biggest ska skeptic. The album turns a cheerleader chant into an anti-Reagan anthem, a sci-fi tinged jam calling out radio stations by name, a pop nugget, a nuclear party epic, a bouncy anti-love song, and a scatalogical gem which debunks the conspiracy that the World War II attacks in Japan weren’t atomic bombs but Godzilla’s farts. The standout is “Lyin’ Ass Bitch,” a song which made headlines when the Roots played it as the entrance music for Republican ghoul Michele Bachman on Jimmy Fallon causing such an uproar that Fallon vowed to never to be political, funny, or interesting.
A fully instrumental album dropped, like many other Death Grips projects, by complete surprise. While there are plenty of great cuts to revisit on this project, it seems to have been dropped as a way for the band to thumb their noses at overly eager fans awaiting the second half of “The Powers That B” (i.e. the tracklist spelling out “JENNY DEATH WHEN”). While there are plenty of solid cuts from Zach and Andy on this project, it goes to show the importance of having a manic idealogue shouting over your drumming.
In the wake of their fallout with Epic Records at the end of 2012, Death Grips continued to relish in the electronic with “Government Plates.” The jarring opener is without a doubt one of the most iconic DG tracks, and there are plenty of energizing instrumentals on the album (including a guitar contribution from a fresh off “Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2” Robert Pattinson), but the project is ultimately weighed down by a lack of consistency. There are better examples of intense digital production to come on this list.
By this point in their career, much of the mystique that surrounded the group in their early years had all but given way to the ironic memes and ever-growing fandom that comes with being an internet darling. So what do you do as a band whose identity was forged by jarring noise when the audience is no longer shocked? You get the director of “Shrek” to do a spoken word interlude, I guess. There are fantastic cuts that prove these guys can pump out bangers without issue, but it lacks the same urgency of message that feels present in many of their previous efforts. And when you have a discography this good, something has to be a differentiator.
It’s hard to look past this album when examining the Death Grips discography. Partially because it feels like the musical equivalent of having a paranoid breakdown, but mostly because it has a fucking cock on the cover. This project comes out of the gate like a cannonball with pounding bass on tracks like “Come Up And Get Me” and “No Love” giving way to tinnier, glitching tracks like “Hunger Games.” The rollout of “No Love Deep Web” killed the band’s Epic contract, but not before they could blow their entire advance at the Chateau Marmont and cement their status as cult icons.
This beast of a double album was released in two halves with a year gap in between. The first disc could be described as an exercise in creative restrictions, with songs laden with percussive samples of Bjork’s voice. The glitchy, avant-garde (even by Death Grips standards) first half gives way to probably the most relentless run of guitar tracks in the discography on “Jenny Death.” The two halves are yin and yang, proof that the band is able to excel in sounds both minimal and maximal. And if they truly had stayed apart after their breakup (which was announced via a note on toilet paper), the suicidal anthem “On GP” would have been a fitting swan song.
“Exmilitary” exploded into the underground like a flaming bat out of hell, exhibiting a caustic mixture of genres that singed the eyebrows off of anyone listening. The mixtape opens with “Beware,” touting that Charles Manson recording, an ominous Jane’s Addiction sample, and a chorus that sounds like a war chant, setting a dark scene before the album continues its rapid descent into madness. Aggressive – almost primal – vocals, masterfully constructed walls of harsh noise consisting of skull-fucked samples of everything from Black Flag to cult recruitment tapes, and a penchant for mysticism and the occult, Death Grips’ debut is grungy, lo-fi, and has all the devil-may-care attitude that you want in a trailblazing punk record.
“Bottomless Pit” feels like a culmination of all the elements of sound and fury that Death Grips had sharpened their teeth on in the past. This album is seedy in its themes and lyrics but paired alongside an extremely polished recording. Nick Reinhart returns after his contributions on “Jenny Death” and plays some of the meanest guitar parts I’ve ever heard, a perfect match for Hill’s manic blast beat drumming. Morin’s synths are as visceral as ever and MC Ride’s vocals…well, he’s the same beast he always has been. Perhaps most surprising is how traditional much of this record feels in terms of song construction, especially considering their last project was so obtuse at times. In the words of the man himself, this project “will fuck you in half.”
There is not much to say about this album that hasn’t already been said by countless Anthony Fantano viewers. But legions of guys parroting YouTube talking points don’t make this album any less of a modern classic. “The Money Store” was a knockout left hook from a band fresh off a monster uppercut, a relentless tear of pounding drums, thundering synths, and foreboding lyrics painting a dystopian scene of technology and oppressive systems running rampant. The album is a digital grotesquerie filled with hit after hit like the electricity of “Get Got” and the buzzsaw melody of “I’ve Seen Footage.” With “The Money Store,” Death Grips spelled out plainly that anyone making industrial hip-hop was already playing catch-up. Deny it all you want, but this album is singular, quintessential, and most of all, it’s punk as all hell.