Bad Habit

Volumes return with Bad Habit, a single that feels like the most natural evolution of their sound in years, not a reinvention, not a nostalgia piece, but a confident step into a space they’ve been circling for a long time. There’s an almost effortless clarity to it, the kind that comes from a band who’ve lived through their own chaos, reshaped their identity more than once, and come out the other side understanding exactly what they want to say and how they want to say it.

What immediately stands out is how mature the whole track feels. Volumes have always been known for that unmistakable bounce and low end power, but Bad Habit doesn’t lean on those traits as a crutch. Instead, the heaviness is woven into the emotion, supporting the mood rather than stealing the spotlight. The guitars still hit with that thick, chest compressing weight, but they sit in a darker, more atmospheric haze, creating space for the song’s emotional core. There’s a tension running underneath everything, a sense of spiralling introspection that mirrors the song’s themes perfectly.

Vocally, this is one of the most human performances the band have delivered. The cleans feel weary in a way that doesn’t try to force sadness, it’s more like someone speaking honestly, voice cracking just slightly under the weight of their own realisation. There’s no polish for the sake of gloss; the tone is emotional without drifting into melodrama. When the harsher vocals break through, they feel like the internal voice that’s been buried under restraint, finally boiling over. The interplay between the two isn’t a gimmick, it’s the heart of the song, each side representing a different shade of self-confrontation.

Thematically, Bad Habit digs into the frustrating cycles we create for ourselves. It’s that painfully familiar feeling of knowing exactly where you keep going wrong and still stumbling into the same patterns anyway. The song doesn’t glamorise it or dramatise it, it just sits in that uncomfortable truth and lets the tension build. That’s where Volumes have grown the most, they allow the emotion to breathe instead of trying to push the song into constant peaks. The restraint makes the heavy moments land twice as hard, not because they’re louder, but because they’re earned.

Production wise, the track carries this warm, cinematic darkness. Everything feels big but not bloated, polished but not plastic. The drums are precise but still hold a human feel, and the ambience that lingers behind the main riffs gives the whole track a slightly fog covered atmosphere, like a late night drive with unresolved thoughts pressing on your chest. There’s a sense of gravity in the mix, a weight that keeps pulling you back into the centre of the song’s emotional loop.

What makes Bad Habit so compelling is how naturally it seems to capture where Volumes are right now. There’s no desperation to be heavier, no chase for trends, no attempt to outdo their past. Instead, it feels like a band who know their strengths, groove, emotion, atmosphere and are finally blending them with a level of honesty that hits deeper than any low tuned riff ever could. It’s reflective, bruised, and quietly powerful, the kind of song that lingers after it ends because it feels like a conversation you’ve had with yourself more than once.

If this track is a sign of where the band’s next chapter is heading, then Volumes might be stepping into their most compelling era yet. Bad Habit doesn’t shout to get your attention, it draws you in with its emotional weight, its controlled heaviness, and its sense of lived-in authenticity. It’s a reminder that growth doesn’t always come with fanfare, sometimes it arrives in songs like this, where a band simply sounds comfortable being themselves and, because of that, hits harder than ever.