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.
Motihari Brigade – Fortunate Son
John Fogerty wrote "Fortunate Son" in about twenty minutes. He said so himself. Twenty minutes of white-hot fury — fury at draft dodgers with powerful fathers, fury at flags waved by people who'd never bleed beneath them, fury at a war machine that ran on other people's children. The song came out in 1969. It remains, fifty-seven years later, the most uncomfortably relevant piece of American rock and roll ever committed to tape. Which raises an obvious question: why would anyone bother covering it?
Monday’s Monsoon – Something New
Some records announce themselves before a single note has been heard publicly. Not through hype — hype is cheap, and the streaming landscape is littered with its casualties — but through the accumulation of detail that surrounds a release: the rooms it was made in, the ears it has passed through, the story at its centre, and the quiet, unshowy confidence of a band that has simply decided to do things properly.
TOTAL REVERENDS – The Revolution is inevitable
Rock music has always had a complicated relationship with prophecy. From the Clash's breathless urgency to the Libertines' romantically doomed manifestos, the great British and European rock tradition has never been shy about announcing that something — anything — is coming. TOTAL REVERENDS, that grimy, gloriously unfashionable collision of vintage rock instinct and garage punk nerve, have thrown their own proclamation into the ring with *The Revolution Is Inevitable*, and the remarkable thing is: they almost make you believe it.
Neodym – Midnight Flow
Some records arrive fully formed, as though they've always existed somewhere in the electric ether, waiting only for the right hands to pluck them down. "Midnight Flow", the debut single from NEODYM — the project helmed in collaboration with German producer Sven Kuhlmann — is very much one of those records. It does not announce itself tentatively. It does not ease you in. It simply begins, and you find yourself already inside it, already moving, already half-lost in whatever neon-drenched reverie it has decided to construct around you.
Teto – About me and you
Love albums are the most treacherous terrain in popular music. For every Sea Change, a thousand earnest couples have sat across a kitchen table, acoustic guitars propped against the wall, and produced something so profumed with sincerity that it collapses under its own weight. Teto — the project of Jasper and Angel Nicolas, a husband-and-wife duo from Cainta, Rizal, in the Philippines — have every reason to fall into that trap. Twenty years of marriage. Four countries. A debut album named, with disarming literalness, About Me and You. And yet. And yet they don't.
Stefan Elbl – Chungungo
Picture the scene: a musician standing at the intersection of two worlds — the Pacific coastline of Quilpué, Chile, and the fog-laced hills of the San Francisco Bay Area — trying, with enormous urgency, to make sense of both. That is precisely the geographic and emotional cartography from which Chungungo, the eighth studio album by Chilean-born, SF-based Stefan Elbl, dramatically emerges. Eight albums is a significant body of work by any measure. What is startling about this one is how fiercely, how unapologetically, it refuses to sound like a man running out of things to say.
Kindred Found – Fractured Hearts
The Isle of Wight has gifted the world a rather singular musical legacy — from Jimi Hendrix's last great festival performance to the sun-baked folk of the island's own quiet traditions. It is perhaps fitting, then, that Kindred Found should emerge from this patch of salt-aired southern England carrying a sound that feels simultaneously rooted in deep American soil and utterly, unmistakably homegrown. *Fractured Hearts* is a debut album that doesn't announce itself with a fanfare. It simply kicks down the door, sits across from you at the kitchen table, and starts talking about heartbreak as though it has nowhere else to be.
Ephemera Veil – MomentuM
Every so often a record arrives from somewhere entirely unexpected — not from the rehearsal rooms of Hackney or the coffee-stained studios of Brooklyn — and has the audacity to feel more necessary than anything the established centres of cool have managed to produce in months. *MomentuM*, the debut long-player from Ephemera Veil, is precisely that kind of record. Born in Slovakia, conjured by the pianist and vocalist Alexandra Cisárová, it lands with the quiet authority of someone who has absolutely nothing to prove and, for that reason alone, proves everything.
Agnes Fred – After Death
**There is a particular kind of silence that certain records understand better than words ever could. Agnes Fred's debut single inhabits that silence completely.**
Vela Jones – Static Air
Vela Jones arrives with the quiet confidence of someone who has already decided, long before anyone else caught on, exactly what kind of artist she intends to be. The cover art for *Static Air* tells you nearly everything you need to know before a single note sounds: a young woman, robed in flowing white lace, festooned with silver stars, boots planted firmly on a stage floor that glistens with fairy lights, holding an acoustic guitar decorated like a celestial map. She has named her artistic persona "space hippy," and the phrase is not merely decorative. It is a manifesto compressed into two words.
Leaone – Goodbyes & Goodtimes
The Suffolk caravan has not, historically speaking, enjoyed much of a reputation as a cradle of artistic genius. It tends to feature in English life as a punchline — a last resort, a parenthesis between better arrangements. Leaone, to his considerable credit, has turned his particular parenthesis into something rather extraordinary.
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.