YUNGBLUD - The Torchbearer of Rock’n’Roll

There was a moment when we all wondered if Rock’n’Roll had said its last word, if the fire had dimmed to embers, lost in algorithms and auto-tuned fatigue. But then came YUNGBLUD, loud, raw, vulnerable, and utterly unafraid.

YUNGBLUD at Pinkpop Festival, The Netherlands, June 2024.

Not just a musician, but a riot wrapped in eyeliner and heart. A howl against conformity. A kiss to the outcasts. In him, the chaos of youth found rhythm again, the rage found a melody, and rebellion found a stage it could dance on.

He didn’t revive Rock’n’Roll, he remembered it. He became it. Not by imitation, but by ignition.

Where others saw style, he brought soul. Where others chased fame, he screamed truth. And in a world addicted to the synthetic, he showed up with blood under his nails and poetry in his pain.

Pinkpop Festival, The Netherlands, June 2024

The boy from Doncaster stands as a bridge between generations, tipping his hat to the legends, yet kicking down the door with his own boots. This is not nostalgia. This is resurrection.

For the ones who feel too much, speak too loud, cry in color and love with bruises, YUNGBLUD is your siren.

The spirit of Rock’n’Roll never died. It just waited for someone loud enough, brave enough, real enough to carry the torch.

... And he is running with it.

YUNGBLUD’s Cover of “I Was Made for Lovin’ You”

When KISS wrote “I Was Made for Lovin’ You”, it was dressed in disco glam, a track made for stadiums and glitter. But when YUNGBLUD takes it in his hands, it becomes something else entirely.

Stripped down, slowed down, and soaked in emotion, he turns the anthem inside out, peeling back the seduction to reveal the ache beneath. His voice cracks like a flame in the dark, whispering through clenched teeth: “Can’t get enough of you, baby.”

Cover "I was made for lovin' You"

It’s no longer a dance floor confession. It’s a desperate prayer, shouted into the void of modern love. And somehow, in that vulnerability, in that haunting sincerity, the song becomes more powerful than ever.

He doesn't just cover the song, he reclaims it, rewrites it with the ink of this generation’s longing. The production echoes with empty space, and in that space, YUNGBLUD gives us feeling. Not polished, not perfect, but real.

It’s a reminder that great songs don’t age, they evolve. And in his hands, “I Was Made for Lovin’ You” stops being just a hit.

It becomes a heartbeat. A scar. A vow whispered through broken lips.