B-Side Casuals: Top 50 Terrace Tunes with Swagger & Style
From the terraces to the turntables, this playlist is a love letter to the sounds that shaped street style and subculture. These 50 tracks blend indie swagger, punk grit, Madchester grooves, and mod finesse — the unofficial soundtrack to a life lived in vintage trainers, stonewashed denim, and post-match pubs.
Whether you’re lacing up your Sambas or just vibing through the weekend, press play and strut like you’ve just scored the winner at Wembley.
From rainy terraces to all-night sessions, this tape spins the soundtrack of the casual subculture. Mod classics, punk anthems, Britpop swagger, and indie grit — all stitched together like a well-worn patch on a Stone Island jacket. This is more than music. It’s attitude, identity, and the rhythm of lads who dress sharp, walk loud, and never leave a pint half-finished. Pop it in, crank it up, and let the stripes, suede, and sneers do the talking. Listen to this playlist on Spotify
Side A
Oasis – Supersonic
Swagger incarnate. The sound of Liam’s parka rustling down a wet Manchester street.The Stone Roses – I Am the Resurrection
The Madchester masterpiece. Four minutes of strut, four more of psychedelic bliss. A proper closer.The Jam – Down in the Tube Station at Midnight
Kitchen-sink realism with a sharp mod suit. Weller’s lyrics punch harder than studs.Happy Mondays – Step On
A dancefloor filler in Gazelles. Bez dancing like a mad lad behind your eyeballs.Blur – Girls & Boys
Euro vibes, cheeky charm. Sounds like a sunburnt Brit in Ibiza who supports Millwall.The Libertines – Don’t Look Back Into the Sun
Shambolic brilliance. Smells like Camden, Red Stripe, and missed opportunities.The Specials – A Message to You Rudy
Sharp suits, sharper brass. Ska meets skinhead style in this danceable warning.The Streets – Fit But You Know It
Lad culture bottled into 3 minutes. Kappa tracksuits and sly side-eyes in the chippy queue.Arctic Monkeys – Mardy Bum
Romance through rolled eyes and Northern charm. Parka music for pillow fights.The Clash – London Calling
Punk with politics and proper boots. Still marching strong down high streets.The La’s – There She Goes
Soft, scouse, and sweet. The indie romantic’s terrace anthem.Ian Brown – F.E.A.R.
Solo Stone Rose with spiritual strut. All groove, no filler.Primal Scream – Loaded
The tune that said, “We wanna be free.” And also off our nut.The Smiths – This Charming Man
Bikes, brogues, and bouquets. Morrissey in his most dapper form.Kasabian – Club Foot
Festival fire. Feels like a last-minute goal at 89 minutes.New Order – Blue Monday
Every rave lad’s first heartbreak tune. That kick drum still hits.Joy Division – Disorder
Bleak, brilliant, and better in a trench coat.The Verve – This Is Music
Ashcroft’s swagger belongs on a catwalk, a stage, or a centre circle.Babyshambles – Killamangiro
Pete Doherty mumbling poetry through a cloud of Camden chaos.Pulp – Sorted for E’s & Wizz
The morning after the night before. Indie’s answer to rave culture.The Who – The Kids Are Alright
The mod movement’s pledge of allegiance.Buzzcocks – Ever Fallen in Love
Romance through the punk filter. Leather and longing.Supergrass – Caught by the Fuzz
Youthful, loud, and slightly paranoid. The soundtrack to shoplifting fags.The Charlatans – The Only One I Know
Baggy brilliance and a northern soul shuffle.The Coral – Dreaming of You
Merpsychedelia with just enough swagger to pull off that jacket.
Side B
26 - Underworld – Born Slippy .NUXX
Sweaty dancefloor anthem turned late-night football chant.
27 - Gang of Four – Damaged Goods
Sharp, spiky post-punk for the sharpest dressers.
28 - Jamie T – Sheila
Narrative genius with streetwise swing. Like London in a pint glass.
29 - Milburn – What You Could’ve Won
Sheffield indie that struts and shouts.
30 - DMA’s – Lay Down
Aussie lads doing Britpop better than half of Britpop.
31 - The Enemy – Away From Here
Urgent, anthemic, and working class through and through.
32 - The View – Same Jeans
Because sometimes you do wear the same jeans for four days.
33 - The Rakes – 22 Grand Job
For the lad dreaming of something better while smoking behind a bin.
34 - Bloc Party – Banquet
Art-school lads making music for nightclubs and terraces alike.
35 - The Blinders – Brave New World
Northern grit with dystopian glamour.
36 - Sleaford Mods – Jobseeker
Raw, ranty, and relentlessly real. Best played loud in a pub that smells of bleach.
37 - IDLES – Never Fight A Man With A Perm
Post-punk rage in Adidas slides.
38 - The Rifles – Local Boy
A low-key classic for lads who love their hometown and hate it too.
39 - The Cribs – Men’s Needs
Garage-punk with attitude and the odd broken string.
40 - Sam Fender – Hypersonic Missiles
Bruce Springsteen with a Geordie drawl and a Harrington jacket.
41 - T. Rex – 20th Century Boy
Glam rock laced in leopard print and lightning bolts.
42 - The Kinks – David Watts
Mod, mean, and maddeningly catchy.
43 - The Beatles – Rain
A deeper cut that feels more terrace psychedelic than mop-top.
44 - The Courteeners – Not Nineteen Forever
Still soundtracking lads trying (and failing) to grow up.
45 - The Snuts – Glasgow
An anthem for modern-day romantics in battered trainers.
46 - The Sherlocks – Chasing Shadows
Earnest indie-rock made for those grey away days.
47 - Slowthai – Doorman (ft. Mura Masa)
Grime and punk clash in a sweaty mosh pit of energy.
48 - Gerry Cinnamon – Belter
Acoustic hooliganism at its most charming.
49 - Sports Team – Here’s The Thing
Banter in song form, with post-punk chords and lager-sharp lyrics.
50 - Fontaines D.C. – Boys in the Better Land
Dublin’s answer to every lad band. Smart, stylish, scathing.
Playlist Summary – B-Side Casuals: Top 50 Terrace Tunes
A sonic journey through the heart of the casuals subculture, this 50-track playlist fuses the bold sounds of British youth: from mod anthems and punk rebellion to Madchester grooves and indie swagger.
These are the tracks that echo from stadium terraces, late-night pubs, and cracked vinyl in backroom bars. It’s music made for sharp dressers, sideline philosophers, and anyone who’s ever sprinted for the last train in a pair of Adidas Gazelles. Lace up, press play, and walk like you own the street.
