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.
Prem Byrne – How Life Is
Woodacre, California is not, on the face of it, a place you'd expect to yield anything resembling the wounded elegance of vintage Sting or the flinty candour of Tracy Chapman. And yet Prem Byrne, a singer-songwriter who has quietly amassed fourteen prior singles without much fuss or fanfare, has arrived at exactly that intersection with "How Life Is" — a song that trades in loss without ever curdling into self-pity, and in nostalgia without once reaching for the easy chord.
Until They Burn Me – Addict
Thirty-five years is a long time to carry a song around before it finally claws its way out of you, and you can hear every one of those years bleeding through the grooves of "Addict." Cody Carlyle and Travis Jordan arrive not as newcomers chasing a sound but as survivors settling an old score, and the distinction matters. This is music forged in sheds and on pavement, not in a marketing meeting.
Reetoxa – Dancing With Lou
Jason McKee has spent thirty years carrying a debt around in his chest, and on "Dancing With Lou" he finally pays it, with interest, on the dancefloor. This is a single built from a single afternoon: fifteen years old, a friend's living room, a joint being rolled, and a copy of "The Blue Mask" dropping needle-first into a Frankston kid's skull like a depth charge. Grunge was busy chewing its own flannel sleeves in 1995, three chords and a grimace, and here comes Lou Reed instead, talking about hands like slow karate and sex and the general indignity of growing up, and suddenly the whole map gets redrawn.
Marshall Sidbury – Carry the Load
Released on the 15th of July, "Carry the Load" finds Marshall Sidbury doing what he's spent six years quietly perfecting: turning inherited sound into something that feels freshly minted rather than merely remembered. Two days at the Memphis Sound Studio were enough to get it done, and you can hear why — this isn't a record built up in layers over months of second-guessing, it's one cut live and fast by musicians who know exactly what grease sounds like and aren't shy about applying it.
Shaven Primates – Kill The Algorithm
Oxford's Shaven Primates have never been a band content to sit still, and their fourth outing arrives with the subtlety of a brick through a shop window. Where "Chasing The Dragon" traded in desire and "Child Of Dirt" wallowed handsomely in trauma, "Kill The Algorithm" turns its gaze outward, training its scope on the machinery that now governs how we think, feel, and doomscroll ourselves into oblivion. It is a record built on anxiety and control, and it wears both like a stained leather jacket — proudly, defiantly, a little unwashed.
Dr. M. – Follow Me
Some records announce themselves with a shove. *Follow Me* arrives instead like a stranger who's already halfway through a sentence, and you find yourself leaning in to catch the rest. This is the debut full-length from Dr. M., a 39-year-old, self-employed songwriter, producer and multi-instrumentalist who has spent this album welding together two genres that, on paper, have no business sharing a room: Adult Contemporary and Heavy Metal. He calls the resulting hybrid Adult Metal, and after nine tracks of it, the name feels less like marketing and more like a diagnosis of something genuinely new.
DONELLI A.I. ENSEMBLE – Previsioni del tempo incerto
Weather, as a metaphor for the times, has been worked to exhaustion by lesser songwriters and lazier sleeve notes. Donelli A.I. Ensemble picks the metaphor back up, dusts it off, and finds it still has teeth. *Previsioni del Tempo Incerto* — "Uncertain Weather Forecasts" — arrives as eighteen tracks that refuse to sit still, sliding between jazz, prog and world music with the confidence of a band that has stopped worrying about which shelf a record store will file them under.
Mr. Charisma – Some People
**Some People** arrives from Houston like a confession whispered across a bar at closing time — unhurried, unshowy, and considerably darker than the room's lighting would suggest. Daniel Austin and Chris Hatfield have spent the better part of three decades screaming into hardcore bands with names like Die Young and Will To Live, and the temptation with a record like this — two punk lifers reaching for gothic folk and outlaw country — is to expect a novelty, a costume change. What they've made instead is something closer to a reckoning. Hatfield's baritone carries the weathered gravity of Cash without ever borrowing his swagger; Austin's guitar work, recorded entirely at home on what sounds like little more than nerve and patience, wraps around the vocals like smoke curling off a cigarette nobody asked for but everybody understands.
Laji George – Sittin Here Thinkin
Grunge, as a genre, has spent the better part of three decades ossifying into cliché — flannel, feedback, and the same four chords borrowed wholesale from Seattle and worn thin by imitators who mistook volume for feeling. Laji George, to his considerable credit, has no interest in that museum piece. "Sittin' Here Thinkin'," the latest single from his forthcoming record *Out of Line*, takes the bones of that sound and grafts onto them something stranger and warmer: soul phrasing lifted from Otis Redding, the rasp and swagger of Chuck Berry's rock and roll, and — improbably, gloriously — an accordion, wheezing away underneath the distortion like it wandered in from a French dockside bar and decided to stay.
JF Roy – Sundress
Pop songs about happiness are notoriously difficult to pull off. Misery hands a songwriter automatic gravitas; contentment forces them to earn the listener's attention through craft alone, with no shortcut through shared wreckage. JF Roy, a Canadian singer-songwriter better known until now for rock built on faith and struggle, has wandered into this trickier territory with "Sundress," and come out the other side with something genuinely disarming: a love song that refuses to manufacture conflict it doesn't feel.
OpCritical – Parachute
Rock and roll has always had a soft spot for the grand gesture — the three-minute sermon dressed up as a single, the chorus built to be bellowed back at the band from a festival field. OpCritical understands this instinctively, and "Parachute" arrives as their most fully-formed statement yet: a song that takes the oldest trick in the songwriting book — turn a physical object into a metaphor and don't let go of it — and executes it with the kind of conviction that makes cynicism feel like a wasted effort.
The Sonic Travelers – Please Comfort Me
Some songs arrive fully formed and instantly dated, tethered to whatever sonic gimmick happened to be fashionable the week they were tracked. Others get buried for decades and come back sounding like they were always meant for right now. "Please Comfort Me," the new single from The Sonic Travelers, belongs firmly to the second camp — a song written in the late 1970s by George Aiello and John Ingram that has spent nearly fifty years waiting for its moment, and has finally found one worth the wait.