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.
JR – Back In The Day
*Fort Myers, Florida has produced its share of quietly remarkable things — but rarely does it send us a dispatch quite this emotionally loaded.*
Matthias Lindner – Nenya
Some music arrives like a knock at the door. Other music simply appears — as if it had always been present, waiting just beneath the threshold of your awareness, patient as dust settling on a windowsill. Matthias Lindner's *Nenya* belongs emphatically to the latter category. The German guitarist and composer, working out of a studio near Brunswick in Lower Saxony, has fashioned three pieces for two guitars that feel less like compositions and more like weather — something you find yourself inside before you quite realised you stepped out.
Mickie Mike – Schwen Schwen
British music criticism has long prided itself on identifying the moment a new artist stops being a prospect and starts being a presence. With 'Schwen Schwen', Mickie Mike announces himself not with a polite knock but with the confident, unhurried ease of someone who has already decided the door belongs to him.
Wattmore – It’s Called Love…It’s Called The Blues
**By the time most bands announce a debut album, they've already exhausted their welcome. Wattmore, refreshingly, appear to be just getting started.**
Tijuana Bullfight – Other Side of Noise
*There is a particular breed of band that the music industry chews up, spits out, and then watches — with some embarrassment — make a record that puts all the polished, algorithm-optimised product of the present day to absolute shame. Tijuana Bullfight are that band.*
Bei Bei – Two Moons
The guzheng does not negotiate. Stretched across its twenty-one strings is something older than most of the world's musical traditions combined — a voice that shimmers, weeps, and exults with a physical directness that no synthesiser has ever quite replicated. The risk, when pairing such an instrument with contemporary electronic production, is that one world inevitably colonises the other: the ancient gets smoothed into exotica wallpaper, the modern gets rendered quaint by proximity to antiquity. *Two Moons*, the collaboration between Los Angeles-based guzheng virtuoso Bei Bei and London producer Paul Elliott, avoids this pitfall not through compromise but through a kind of principled stubbornness — and the result is genuinely remarkable.
FellowFeel – Shadows and Lies
Every decade or so, a record arrives that makes the room feel different. Not louder, not more present — simply *altered*, as though the walls have absorbed something they cannot quite release. *Shadows and Lies*, the second full-length from the spectral electronic project FellowFeel, is precisely that kind of record. It does not announce itself. It seeps.
B.F.S.F – Everyone Everything
Somewhere between Oklahoma City and Sheffield, between a laptop screen at 2am and a voice note fired across six time zones, something genuinely strange and beautiful has been assembled. *Everyone Everything*, the debut full-length from Big Fucking Sky Forever, is the kind of record that arrives already worn-in — creased at the edges, carrying the particular weight of years spent in transit between intention and execution. It does not announce itself. It simply appears, like a photograph you forgot you'd taken.
KOWIKAN – SAILING TOGETHER
Love, as any songwriter worth their salt will tell you, is the oldest subject in the book. From the Troubadours of medieval Occitania to the stadium-filling anthems of Swedish house music's golden decade, the declaration of devotion between two human beings has fuelled more records than any other single force in popular culture. The question, then, is never whether a song about love is warranted — it always is — but whether the artist making it has found something genuinely new to say, or at the very least, a sufficiently compelling way to say something familiar. With "Sailing Together," KOWIKAN — the Romanian artist and producer recording from his home studio in the Bihor region of Romania — makes a deeply persuasive argument that sincerity, when wielded with craft and care, remains the most powerful weapon in any musician's arsenal.
Parked Outside – Whispers of 1000 Dreams Ago
Some songs carry their origins lightly, wearing influences as a kind of fashionable accessory, easily slipped on and just as easily discarded. And then there are songs like this — songs that carry something heavier and more irreducible, songs that emerge not from the desire to make music but from the apparent necessity of it. "Whispers of 1000 Dreams Ago" belongs firmly in the second category, and the further one digs into its backstory, the more that initial impression hardens into conviction.
Lana Karlay – Running Out of Time
*By the time you finish reading this, another seventeen-year-old from somewhere sunny and far away will have uploaded a bedroom recording to the internet and called it a career. Most of them will disappear by Thursday. Lana Karlay, one suspects, will not.*
Hallucinophonics – Afternoon of Acid Rain
Let us be honest about the state of psychedelic rock in 2026: it has, for the most part, become a genre that mistakes reverb for revelation. Bands slather their guitars in chorus pedals, mumble something vaguely cosmic, and expect the listener to connect the dots to Syd Barrett by sheer force of association. Against this backdrop, Hallucinophonics arrive with "Afternoon of Acid Rain" like a thunderclap from a sky nobody was watching — and the result is genuinely, disarmingly strange in all the right ways.