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.
Darren Flynn – I ain’t gonna worry about it
There is a peculiar and undervalued courage in simplicity. The music industry, forever chasing the next dopamine spike, the next algorithmically optimised drop, the next forty-five-second TikTok hook, has largely forgotten that a single human voice and a well-loved acoustic guitar can stop you cold. Darren Flynn, the Dublin-born singer-songwriter whose previous singles quietly accumulated admiration from Radio Nova and RTÉ Radio 1, seems spectacularly unbothered by any of this. And that, it turns out, is precisely his point.
Fanny Alexandra – Innocence for Fire
There is a particular brand of courage required to open a rock record with silence — or rather, with the suggestion of silence: a single piano note, suspended in air like smoke above a candle that has just been extinguished. Fanny Alexandra possesses that courage in abundance. From its very first breath, "Innocence for Fire" announces itself as a song that understands the grammar of tension, that knows the space before the storm is as meaningful as the storm itself.
The Shrubs – Let Us In
Houston, Texas has never been the first city to spring to mind when someone mentions the great centres of psychedelic rock — San Francisco takes that crown, with Austin lurking possessively nearby. But Miguel and Sophie, the duo operating under the name The Shrubs, seem entirely unbothered by geography. "Let Us In," their latest single, is the work of a band who have quietly and stubbornly built their own world out of deteriorating magnetic tape and the kind of social conscience that most indie acts are too comfortable to maintain.
Fierce Friend – Blood Red Hills
Brighton has always been England's most entertainingly deluded city — a place that genuinely believes it is both New York and Ibiza simultaneously, and somehow makes you believe it too, at least until your train back to Victoria delivers you to reality. It is fitting, then, that the town's finest sonic exports tend to carry this same quality of gorgeous, slightly disorienting conviction. Fierce Friend — the long-running solo project of one Alan Grice — is exactly that kind of proposition. *Blood Red Hills* is the sound of a man who has paid his dues quietly and at considerable length, and has now decided, with impeccable timing and zero apology, to make some actual noise.
Sawtooth Witch – The Chariot
Pat 'Doc' Dougherty and Haley Fleming did not walk into a recording studio with a brief. They walked in with a worldview — and the difference, on *The Chariot*, the debut album from Minneapolis duo Sawtooth Witch, is audible in every last creak of Dougherty's fingerstyle guitar and every yearning sweep of Fleming's fiddle. This is a record made by people who have driven the long roads, played the low rooms, and come out the other side not embittered but illuminated.
Kid Pan Alley – There’s A Song In Every Story
**Paul Reisler has spent a quarter-century doing something the music industry long ago decided was unprofitable: trusting children.** Not patronising them. Not writing songs *at* them from a great adult height, with condescending lyrics about bedtime and vegetables. Actually trusting them — handing over the pen, the melody, the raw material of lived experience — and then getting the hell out of the way. The results, on this seventh album marking Kid Pan Alley's 25th anniversary, are quietly staggering.
Mashal MN – The Solar Cycle Fragments 1
The bedroom studio has long been a site of mythmaking — from Trent Reznor building cathedrals of noise in his living room to Bon Iver conjuring ghosts in a Wisconsin hunting cabin. Mashal MN now enters this lineage not with guitars and confessional rawness, but with something altogether more architecturally ambitious: a full-blooded cinematic EP assembled entirely alone, note by painstaking note, in Saitama, Japan. The results are, depending on your patience for solitary grandeur, either quietly extraordinary or quietly everything.
Dim Pinks – Universe
There is a particular kind of band that arrives without ceremony, without a marketing budget or a carefully curated aesthetic rollout, and proceeds to make you feel things you had quietly filed away under *too complicated to revisit*. Dim Pinks, an Amsterdam-based outfit with a name that sounds like a paint chart entry for the emotionally indecisive, are precisely such a band. Their debut EP *Universe* is a small, ragged, quietly luminous thing — four songs that circle the same existential drain without ever quite falling in, and all the more compelling for it.
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.
Ouroboric – Sin Eater
There is a particular kind of courage required to make music about guilt — not the performative, chest-beating guilt of a thousand confessional singer-songwriters, but the quieter, more corrosive variety: the guilt of someone who watched a relationship curdle slowly, said nothing, and eventually met a version of themselves they no longer recognised. Ouroboric, the Adelaide-based alternative project built around the dual vocal axis of Phil Crowley and Stace, have made precisely that music with "Sin Eater," and the effect is genuinely unsettling in the way that the best alternative rock always should be.