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.
Leyla Romanova – Mishell Ivon, Jerome Brooks, Jr., Leyla Romanova – My Sun
The story a song tells about itself is rarely the whole story. Press releases are, by their nature, acts of seduction — little paper valentines sent ahead of the music to soften the listener's critical instincts before the first note lands. And yet, occasionally, the myth and the music meet. Occasionally, the backstory isn't spin but archaeology — the unearthing of something that was genuinely always there.
Esvan Du Quador – Yvette
To write about grief is one thing. To compose it — to catch it mid-air and pin it, still living, to a piece of music — is quite another. Esvan Du Quador attempts precisely that on "Yvette," the latest offering from his *Famille* series, and the sheer tact with which he succeeds ought to silence every producer currently reaching for another synthetic drop or borrowed hook. This is music made the difficult way: through feeling rather than formula, through absence rather than accumulation. It is, quietly and without fuss, extraordinary.
M3G – De-Anchored
The ocean has always been rock music's most reliable accomplice — vast enough to absorb any emotional projection, indifferent enough to reflect it straight back. M3G knows this, and on De-Anchored she makes the metaphor work not through sentimentality but through sheer sonic intelligence. This is a record about losing yourself, and it genuinely sounds like it.
PRTLND – Original Grace
Joseph Campbell spent the better part of his career arguing that every story worth telling is, at its marrow, the same story. The call. The refusal. The crossing of the threshold. The dragon. The return. He called it the monomyth, and he was right in the way that only the most irritatingly perceptive thinkers ever are — right enough that you can't unsee it once you've been shown, right enough that it has soaked into every corner of human expression from Homer to *The Lion King*. PRTLND — the project of Mathieu, a Frenchman who has made Dublin his proving ground — has now added his name to that long, strange lineage, and he has done so with a confidence that borders on the audacious.
By Million Wires – Not Over
The most instructive thing about *Not Over* is what it doesn't sound like. It doesn't sound like *Letters to the Absent*, the 2012 debut that earned By Million Wires comparisons to skyscraping guitar psychedelia and established them as a band of genuine atmospheric ambition. It doesn't sound like the transitional instrumental work that followed Anna's departure — that more decisive, harder-edged post-rock that suggested the band might retreat entirely into wordlessness. And it doesn't sound like a band trying to sound like anything in particular. For a record fourteen years in the making, *Not Over* carries almost no anxiety about its own identity. That, more than any individual moment of brilliance, is what makes it worth your time.
SADFACE – Unsolved: KD-1
On the night of October 26th, 1999, a twenty-five-year-old railway worker named Małgorzata Ż. was murdered at the KD–1 signal box in the Silesian town of Czerwionka-Leszczyny. No arrest was ever made. No conviction, no closure, no name pinned to the act. The case calcified into one of those silences that provincial towns carry like a stone in the chest — present always, spoken of rarely. Twenty-six years on, a documentary and now this five-track EP have broken that silence with something approaching the force of a fist through glass.
Raw Soul – Still High…
Raw Soul — the nom de guerre of Vancouver-based hip-hop artist and practicing barrister Rawad — arrives not with a thunderclap but with the measured confidence of a man who has learned, through considerable difficulty, to trust his own counsel. *Still High…*, his nine-track original album released on the 12th of May, is the document of a mind that has survived its own turbulence and chosen, rather defiantly, to be grateful about it. That's a harder emotional register to pull off than most rappers attempt. Gratitude, after all, doesn't sell mixtapes. Raw Soul doesn't appear to care.
RIOT SON – My Love Is A Promise That I Can’t Keep
Picture the scene: it is two in the morning somewhere on the Blue Ridge Parkway, fog pressing against the windscreen like a slow suffocation, the radio dead, and a young man receiving what he will later describe as a "direct download" from the void. Whether you find that sort of language romantically overwrought or genuinely prophetic rather depends on what RIOT SON — the bedroom alias of Justin Ridge Frissell — has actually managed to pull off with this debut three-track EP. The verdict, somewhat against the odds of expectation, is that he has pulled off quite a lot.
Rusty Reid – All Through My Days
There is a peculiar audacity to the cover version, when done with genuine artistic intent. Not the karaoke audacity of note-for-note reproduction — that wan exercise in nostalgia which serves only to remind us how much better the original was — but the audacity of reinterpretation: of taking another writer's beloved architecture, respectfully demolishing a few load-bearing walls, and rebuilding something that illuminates both the source and the interpreter simultaneously. Rusty Reid, Seattle-based Texan by birth and temperament, has constructed his entire fifth album, *Lone Stardust: Masterworks of Texas Songwriters*, around precisely this kind of courageous creative audacity. The album's lead single, "All Through My Days," demonstrates just how deftly that gamble can pay off.
Julie Paschke – Flying Above
Delusion is an unfashionable subject. Pop music, in its perpetual race toward the hyper-confessional and the algorithmically optimised, tends to mistake self-deception for weakness — something to be overcome swiftly, narrated briskly, monetised and moved on from. Julie Paschke is having absolutely none of it. On Flying Above, her new single and accompanying visual, the Melbourne-based artist treats self-delusion not as a flaw to be corrected but as the very texture of human experience — the fog we agree, collectively and privately, to breathe every day. It is a quietly devastating proposition, and she handles it with the kind of unhurried confidence that most artists spend entire careers pretending to possess.
Nemesis Uncle – The Sword
Darren Purvis has built himself a bunker. Not metaphorically — literally. Somewhere in the Forest of Dean, one of England's oldest and most peculiarly atmospheric woodlands, a man has locked himself away with his instruments, his tea, his cake, and his obsessions, and has emerged with something that sounds like it was recorded at the precise moment the ancient oaks outside decided to lean in and listen.
Ron Morven – Paper Sun
Ron Morven arrives with little fanfare and considerable nerve. *Paper Sun*, his debut single, does not ease you in. It drops you, blinking, onto a Los Angeles freeway at the precise moment the heat becomes something more than weather — when the asphalt stops being infrastructure and starts being a psychological condition. That is a bold gambit for any debut, let alone one aimed squarely at dance floors and streaming playlists. Morven pulls it off with the confidence of someone who has been writing long enough to know that the gap between a mood and a song is smaller than most producers are willing to admit.