Forget gentle swings and polite claps, Ottawa’s MAJORS are here to tell you that the golf course can be a battleground. With their latest single “Etiquette”, the pop-punk-meets-metalcore five-piece demolish the illusion of calm fairways and country club civility, delivering a blistering takedown of the ultimate buzzkill: the rude golf partner.
With their amps cranked and sarcasm locked and loaded, MAJORS spin an unlikely premise into a brutally satisfying punk anthem. The track is sharp-edged and chaotic; full of relentless riffs, snarling vocals, and a tightly coiled rage that unspools across every chorus. If you’ve ever been forced to endure someone talking through your backswing or chucking beer cans mid-round, this song feels like justice.
But MAJORS don’t stop at the sonic onslaught. The video, directed by Juno Award-winner Peter Schnobb, transforms that simmering irritation into full-blown cinematic revenge. What starts as a goofy golf-day scenario, with one band member embodying every walking red flag you’d dread to be paired with, quickly escalates. Late arrivals, rule-breaking tantrums, and an ego as bloated as his burger eventually lead to a final act that’s as outrageous as it is cathartic. (Let’s just say he doesn’t make it to the 18th hole.)
What makes “Etiquette” so compelling isn’t just the concept, but how MAJORS commit to it: musically, lyrically, and visually. There’s something magnetic about how seriously they play it, even as the subject matter veers into the bizarre. This isn’t novelty music; it’s a tightly constructed punk banger, polished by producer Dean Hadjichristou (Parkway Drive, Four Year Strong) and anchored by real frustration disguised as satire.
Photography by Greg Matthews
MAJORS have carved out a strangely specific niche: punk rock with a golf obsession, but “Etiquette” proves it’s more than just a gimmick. It’s smart, aggressive, and genuinely fun. Their previous EP Songs in the Key of Golf was a strong opening shot, but this is the one that lands squarely on the green and maybe explodes a few heads in the process.
In a world full of love songs and break-up ballads, it’s refreshing, and slightly unhinged, to hear a band go full throttle about golf course rage. MAJORS are not just rewriting the rules; they’re flipping the rulebook into the nearest sand trap and setting it on fire.
Punk’s not dead. It’s just out on the course, ready to swing!
