Do you know at least one Ukrainian punk rock band?
Do you know at least one Ukrainian punk rock band? Of course, no one asked me such a question, but I sometimes ask it to my friends. Talking about the glorious traditions of Ukrainian rock n roll, I don't want to miss punk itself. The first thing that comes to my mind is the band Borshch. Some people will say it's not punk rock, and maybe they're right. But musically and lyrically, Borshch has a spark that only lives in this style.
David Bowie’s first address
It remains interesting that even such alien rock stars as David Bowie had his parental home on our unfortunate planet. The future star lived the first 6 years of his life in 40 Stansfield Road, Brixton, London.
Formation of the Ukrainian rock n roll scene
2022 has become too difficult for one of the largest countries in Europe. It is about Ukraine and its heroic people. The passing year has brought devastation and tears, pain and suffering to the country. In its fight against the invaders, Ukraine is choosing its freedom and the right to a democratic future. Today we wanted to remember the glorious past of this musical nation and especially, we are interested in the development of the rock scene in Ukraine, in a country with its ancient roots and culture. How it was and how it was born.
The story of one music video
One November morning, I went to the antique shop 'LOT ONE TEN'. I loved taking a walk in autumn London after a snack at McDonald's and a large serving of black coffee. I felt in good spirits and even the gray rain could not interfere with my daily ritual, so Walthamstow greeted me with genuine indifference, as if inviting me to take a walk on the favorite street of the designer William Morris, whose mansion-museum was around the corner.
Vie – Harry
The north of England has always had a particular gift for turning misery into art. From the moors that haunted the Brontës to the post-industrial grey that gave Joy Division their palette, there is a long tradition of finding the sublime precisely where comfort refuses to live. Vie, a twenty-something songwriter from Mirfield — a town so modest it seems to exist mainly to give Huddersfield somewhere to feel metropolitan by comparison — understands this instinctively. Her debut single "Harry" arrives not as an introduction so much as an accusation: here is a young woman who has been wronged, who has processed that wrongness in private, and who has now decided, with considerable poise, to make it everybody's business.
The Lazz – Observer
*There are moments in music criticism when you encounter something so determinedly outside the prevailing conversation that you are forced, almost against your better instincts, to sit down, shut up, and actually listen. "Observer," the latest dispatch from The Lazz — the high-concept metal project helmed by San Diego guitarist and composer Ben Lazzaro — is precisely such a moment.*
The Adel Gomez Band – As Soon As Tomorrow
Aberdeen is not a city that tends to dominate the conversation when people speak of Britain's great rock heartlands. Manchester gets the mythology, Liverpool gets the museums, Glasgow gets the credibility. Aberdeen gets the granite and the grey North Sea. And yet, from that particular cold and unforgiving corner of Scotland, The Adel Gomez Band have delivered a debut single that carries more warmth, more swagger, and more honest-to-goodness *belief* than almost anything to come stumbling out of a rehearsal room in the past several years.
Matt Johnson – Mother’s Day Proverb
The quiet audacity of Matt Johnson's "Mother's Day Proverb" is that it doesn't flinch from its own seriousness. Twelve minutes is a long time to hold a listener. Twelve minutes of a man alone at a piano, narrating scripture, trusting the ancient poetry of Proverbs 31 to do the heavy lifting—this is either an act of profound artistic conviction or magnificent folly. Johnson, it turns out, is navigating very deliberately between the two, and the resulting track is richer for it.
Red Jacket – Perfect Timing
Dylan Wilson-Rogers has absolutely no business being this good at seventeen. That is the thought that lingers, persistent and slightly unsettling, long after the final notes of *My River Flows* have dissolved into silence. The Toronto-based artist, operating under the name Red Jacket, has delivered his fourth studio album — his *fourth*, mind you, before most of his peers have figured out how to properly tune a guitar — and the result is something genuinely startling: a record that sounds both like an old soul's confession and a young mind's restless, gorgeous overreach.
Victims of the New Math – The Stories That You Weave
There is a particular kind of American bedroom auteur who operates in proud defiance of the music industry's machinery — no label advances, no A&R vultures circling, no producer with a Neve console and a cocaine habit steering the ship. Thomas Young, the singular intelligence behind Victims of the New Math, is precisely that creature. And *The Stories That You Weave*, his latest dispatch from the lo-fi underground, is the work of a man who has spent two decades quietly perfecting an art form the mainstream gave up on long ago.
Oliver Robinson – Forever and Ever
Patience, as any serious listener eventually learns, is not passivity. To sit with a record and allow it to unfold on its own terms — resisting the urge to reach for a verdict before the kettle has even boiled — is an act of genuine discipline. Oliver Robinson's *Forever and Ever* demands precisely that kind of attention, and rewards it handsomely.
Tamer Sağcan – Home: Universes
The cosmological ambition announced by this album's title is not mere affectation. Tamer Sağcan, the Ankara-based composer, guitarist, and novelist, has named all thirteen of his new compositions after concepts drawn from the physics of creation — and he means it. *Home: Universes* is not an album that uses space as wallpaper. It is an album that actually attempts to hear it.
Ekelle – (Turn Me) Loose
Every generation throws up an artist who makes the act of walking away feel like the most radical political statement imaginable. Dusty Springfield had it. Gloria Gaynor codified it. Lizzo briefly owned it before the narrative got complicated. And now, from the frost-bitten creative furnace of Toronto, Ekelle arrives with *(Turn Me) Loose* — a single so self-possessed, so immaculately constructed in its fury and its freedom, that it demands you pay attention whether you planned to or not.
Filip Dahl – Flying High
Some guitarists announce themselves with a riff. Others do it with a scream — six strings bent to breaking point, volume weaponised, subtlety be damned. Filip Dahl does neither. The Norwegian composer and multi-instrumentalist announces himself, on his latest single "Flying High," with something considerably rarer and considerably more difficult to manufacture: *authority*. From the opening bars, this is a man who has absolutely nothing to prove, and that certainty — worn as lightly as a well-broken-in leather jacket — is precisely what makes the record so arresting.
Christopher Peacock – Only The Good Die Young
Grief, as any honest songwriter will tell you, is the great democratiser. It arrives uninvited, it does not negotiate, and it cares nothing for your artistic pretensions or your release schedule. The question that separates the merely competent from the genuinely affecting is not whether an artist can feel it — everyone can — but whether they can translate that feeling into something that resonates beyond their own living room walls. Christopher Peacock, the one-man independent operation behind "Only The Good Die Young," appears to understand this distinction with uncommon clarity.
Lucian Lacewing – Land Of Enchantment
**A bedroom conjurer from Bristol sends eight voices into the void, and the void hums back.** Released quietly on a Thursday in late March, with no fanfare and no live show to follow — Lucian Lacewing does not perform, a position he holds with the sort of principled stubbornness once championed by Brian Eno, his acknowledged patron saint — *Land Of Enchantment* is the kind of record that rewards the patient and baffles the impatient. It is ambient music with a gothic pulse, drone music that refuses to lie down quietly, and a debut single that announces its maker as someone far more interested in the texture of sound than in its conventional arrangement.