Girl Group’s Rage Song Turns Anger Into Anthem.

Words by Martyna Rozenbajgier

What happens when women stop apologising for their anger and start dancing to it instead? Liverpool’s brat-punk five-piece Girl Group answer with their new single, “Rage Song” – a feminist call to arms disguised as a sequin-splashed punk-pop anthem.

From the very first note, “Rage Song” doesn’t simmer—it explodes. Driving guitars and razor-sharp hooks create the perfect backdrop for a chorus built to be screamed from the front row of a festival crowd, arms raised. This is rage that demands release: cathartic, playful, and just the right shade of bratty. Not quiet, candlelit fury, but rage in hot pink lipstick, stomping in boots—fury that dares you to dance, and makes catharsis feel chic.

Formed at the Liverpool Institute for Performing Arts, the band—Katya, Maria, Thea, Mia, and Lil—came together after realising they were always invited into writing rooms as “the guests.” Their response? Stop waiting for a seat at the table and build your own. That’s Girl Group: a space where feminist frustration meets brat-punk joy, where solidarity feels as loud as the amplifiers.

The past six months have been a blur of momentum. They’ve stormed Reading & Leeds (their BBC Introducing set quickly became the one everyone wanted to squeeze into), supported Olivia Dean, curated their own headline night with FLINTA-focused collective Queensway, and even landed on Elton John’s radar. Rage, it seems, travels well.

But what makes “Rage Song” so compelling is its duality. It’s as witty as it is furious, as joyful as it is defiant. As the band put it: “Rage is one of the most important parts about being a woman – and one of the most dangerous things for us to suppress. Anger is a healthy and necessary response to sexism and oppression. This song is about letting it out.” Isn’t that the ultimate fantasy? A world where anger doesn’t consume us, but frees us.

Sonically, think Wolf Alice’s edge with Wet Leg’s wink, then sprinkle in a little Sabrina Carpenter sparkle. The result is music that feels both grassroots and runway-ready; you could hear it blasting from a DIY club night or strutting down a fashion week catwalk, and it would fit seamlessly in either space.

Because Girl Group aren’t just a band—they’re a movement. From DIY videos made with all-female crews to front rows filled with young fans who finally feel seen, their work extends far beyond music. “It’s the music we wish we’d had when we were teenagers,” they reflect. “If it helps even one girl feel less alone, then it’s worth it.”

In a culture that so often tells women to smile, stay quiet, or be “nice,” “Rage Song” offers another option: scream it out, laugh while you’re doing it, and know you’re not alone in the noise. It proves that female anger doesn’t need to be contained, dulled, or dressed down. It can be glamorous, witty, unrelenting—and loud enough to echo long after the amps are turned off.

Because in the end, rage is more than a feeling. With Girl Group, rage is a revolution. And trust me, it’s never sounded this fun.

Photos by Laura Braithwaite