Hall of Ukrainian Rock’n’Roll
In our traditional support of the Ukrainian rock scene, we would like to offer you a story about a remarkable event that took place in western Ukraine in the small town of Manevychi. Every year, at the end of May, all the world's museums hold a night at the museum, and such a night took place in Manevychi, where at the same time the soft opening of the first hall of the future Rock Capital museum took place. The hall is called The History of Ukrainian Rock and Roll and is the first of seven planned halls of the Rock Capital Museum. Perhaps it would not have been so attractive if the Rock Capital Museum had not truly been the first rock museum in Ukraine.
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.
Foxy Leopard – Children of the War
Most Civil War songs end where the bugles stop. Foxy Leopard starts there. "Children of the War," the flagship single from the forthcoming album *After*, arrives once the armies have gone home, the flags are folded and the speeches made, and it turns its gaze on the people those speeches forgot. It is a song about the long afterwards, and it may be the finest thing this Quebec project has yet put its name to.
herbie the rabbit – Burn The Witch
Most songs about a mob let you watch from the hill. "Burn the Witch" hands you a place in the crowd. Your neighbour is being killed by common consent, you know her, and you do nothing. The scenario is barely dressed up, and its cruelty is that the song never tells you what you would have done. It only makes you notice how quickly you begin to work out an excuse.
Marcus Christ – The Hammer Goes Click
There's a moment, roughly ninety seconds into "The Hammer Goes Click," where Marcus Christ stops performing menace and starts embodying it — and that's the moment you realise Compton's newest disciple of dread has actually got something to say. This is not another straight-faced diss record dressed up in gun-metal bravado. It's something stranger, more theological, more genuinely unsettling: a track that begins as a challenge flung at the mic and ends up sounding like a sermon delivered from somewhere considerably hotter than the pulpit.
Noone – C’est La Vie
Melbourne has produced its share of pub-rock chancers and shoegaze introverts, but rarely has it handed us a rapper this unwilling to flinch. Noone's "C'est La Vie" arrives less like a single and more like a confession dragged into daylight after half a decade sealed in a drawer — and the delay, remarkably, has done it no harm at all.
Fish And Scale – Elf
The compilation album has a shabby reputation, and usually deserves it: a hurried shuffle of old favourites, a couple of scraps to tempt the completists, a contractual obligation with a sleeve. *Elf* is a different animal. Its title is German for "eleven", the number of tracks Roland Wälzlein, who records as Fish And Scale, has chosen from his musical journey so far and set beside brand-new pieces. He has hung them the way a good curator hangs a retrospective, so the older work looks freshly lit and the new work looks as though it has always lived there. The result is cohesive, atmospheric and, not to put too fine a point on it, rather wonderful.
themindwillnotletgo – burnout
Tulsa doesn't get much credit as a breeding ground for existential dread set to a 170-BPM click track, but themindwillnotletgo has quietly built a case for the city's home studios as some of the most dangerous rooms in American rock. *burnout*, the nine-track record dropping September 4th, is a wall-of-sound séance conducted entirely by one person — writer, player, engineer, mixer — and it sounds less like a solo project than a controlled implosion.
FROZENROOM – A Rush of Life
Some bands spend twenty years chasing a sound. FROZENROOM have spent twenty years chasing a feeling, and on their seventh outing they finally catch it by the throat. A Rush of Life is not a comeback, not a rebrand, not a calculated pivot towards whatever algorithm currently governs the Swiss rock underground. It is simply three musicians who have grown up together deciding, at long last, to stop performing maturity and start living it.
Karen Salicath Jamali – Om Mare Shangri-la
Nine tracks in, and the record still refuses to sound like anyone's homework. That's the first thing worth saying about OM Mare Shangri-la, the debut vocal statement from a composer who has spent a decade letting piano pieces arrive to her fully formed, as though dictated rather than written. Karen Salicath Jamali has finally picked up a microphone, and the results carry the strange, unhurried confidence of someone who has nothing to prove and everything to offer.
TrixxStarr – Enough
Some bands are formed in rehearsal rooms. TrixxStarr appear to have been assembled at the kitchen table. What began as the solo project of Dusty Starr, of Chihuahua and Les Biches, has grown into a family firm, with brothers Heli, C.C. and Darc pulling up chairs. On "Enough" the result is a band asking the question the rest of us dodge at parties: when do we stop chasing the things we've been told should make us happy? They ask it without a finger wagged and without a sermon in sight.
Peter Melodist – Fear
Thirteen is an odd age to hand someone a guitar-shaped microphone and ask them to say something true. Most who try it hide behind borrowed phrases, safe choruses, the sound of an artist rehearsing adulthood rather than living inside it. Peter Melodist does something more interesting on "Fear": he sounds like a kid who has already worked out that rock music was invented for exactly this — for turning the unnameable stuff in your chest into something you can play loud.
Gravité Fresq – Hypocracy Loop
Dublin's Gravite Fresq has built a reputation on turning private dread into something you can dance to, and "Hypocrisy Loophole" is the sharpest weapon in that arsenal yet. It arrives clad in synthetic armour — a rigid, pulsating bassline that sounds machined rather than played, married to a four-on-the-floor drum pattern so unyielding it borders on liturgical. Fitting, given the subject matter.
Underlowe – No Pictures
There's a particular kind of racket that only comes from a band who've spent five years getting to know each other's bad habits before they ever plugged in together properly, and "No Pictures" — the new shot fired by Cardiff's Underlowe — has that racket in spades. This is a record built on trust, on the kind of shorthand that only exists between old friends and older riffs, and it announces itself with the confidence of a band who know exactly what they're doing, even if the world hasn't quite caught up yet.