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.
The Big East – Shiny Satellites
Huntsville, Ontario doesn't announce itself as a launchpad for anything resembling a stadium chorus. Cottage country breeds fiddle tunes and campfire harmonies, not synthesizers that glitter like dew on a tent flap at 3 a.m. And yet here comes The Big East, previously nominated for a Canadian Folk Music Award — a pedigree that ought to guarantee flannel, not neon — pulling off the trick of sounding simultaneously homesick and interstellar.
Foxy Leopard – We keep Walking
Foxy Leopard's *Before* has spent its runtime building a slow, dread-soaked portrait of a nation edging toward catastrophe, told not through generals or statesmen but through the people left to live inside the moment — farmers, shopkeepers, families going about their days while history quietly rearranges itself around them. "We Keep Walkin'" arrives as the record's emotional hinge, and it's a triumph of misdirection. On first listen it sounds like the album's most buoyant, most immediate track — a hooky, foot-tapping Americana number built for singing along. Sit with it a second time, though, and the ground shifts underneath you.
Hidden Sector – Harmonic Surrender
Tony Samuel has spent long enough on the periphery of dance music's engine room to know exactly which levers not to pull. "Harmonic Surrender," the latest transmission from his Hidden Sector project, refuses every cheap trick the genre keeps offering him — the countdown snare, the filter sweep that promises release, the drop engineered to make a crowd throw its hands up on cue. Instead he does something far harder: he builds a piece of music that breathes.
Banquet Darling – Shivers and Echoes
Todd Kilby has spent the better part of a decade learning how to fall without breaking anything — first as a circus acrobat tumbling through hotel ballrooms and touring theatres, now as the shape-shifting frontman behind Banquet Darling. That physical vocabulary of tension and release, of a body held rigid before it's allowed to collapse, turns out to be exactly the right training for a pop song about desire. "Shivers and Echoes" doesn't so much play as it stalks, and by the time the chorus finally lets go, you understand you've been held on purpose.
RSM – Life is…
There is a particular breed of European prog band that treats the studio the way a cathedral mason treated stone: patiently, devoutly, and with an eye on something larger than the immediate commission. RSM, the Łódź-based trio steered by guitarist and keyboard player Rafał Szewczyk, belong unmistakably to that lineage. Their second full-length, *Life is…*, is a record built not for the algorithm but for the armchair — the kind of album you sit with, lights dimmed, from the needle-drop of track one to the last decaying chord of the closer, and emerge from thirty-odd minutes later slightly rearranged.
Christopher Hawkins – Where the world can’t find you
Sheffield does not announce itself gently. It rises in concrete and steel, in the brutalist terraces of Park Hill, in the clatter of a city built on industry and stubbornness. It seems fitting, then, that Christopher Hawkins — a composer raised within earshot of that skyline — should choose those same grey ramparts, rendered by Mandy Payne's unmistakable brush, as the cover for his fifth and most quietly devastating record to date.
Tony Sieber – Tides of Stillness
Certain records arrive feeling less composed than *weathered* — shaped by wind, salt spray and altitude rather than a click track. "Tides of Stillness" is exactly that kind of object. Sixteen tracks deep and built almost entirely from guitar, it plays like a diary smuggled out of three very different landscapes: the high pastures of Switzerland, the cracked salt flats of Chile's Atacama Desert, and the grey, foam-lashed cliffs of southern England. Few lo-fi ambient records this year have travelled so far to sound so still.
DownTown Mystic – Mystic Highway Road Trip
Six songs, one open road, and not a wasted second: DownTown Mystic's *Mystic Highway Road Trip* is the sound of a band who long ago worked out exactly what they do well and has spent every release since sharpening it rather than second-guessing it. Robert Allen, the writer and producer behind the project, has built a career on sync placements and roots-rock craftsmanship, and this EP feels like a victory lap dressed up as a summer playlist — generous, unpretentious, and knowing exactly where the guitar solo goes.
Yung Yuee – The Real Yuee
Every so often a record arrives that refuses to be filed under the usual headings. "The Real Yuee" is one of those. On paper it reads like a straightforward hip-hop single with an accompanying video, courtesy of a New Haven newcomer with a producer credit for Rico Got That Fye and studio time booked at James Grant's QVR. On the strength of what actually plays through the speakers, it is something far stranger and more affecting: a document of a young man cataloguing his own unravelling, weeks before circumstance would rewrite the terms of his life entirely.
Amarah – Invisible Light
Pop music built around the search for hope can curdle into greeting-card sentiment within a single verse. Amarah avoids that trap almost entirely on "Invisible Light," a single that trades easy comfort for something more patient: a slow accumulation of atmosphere that only releases its full weight once the chorus finally arrives.
Praveen Koval – Goodnight My Love
Praveen Koval has done something faintly unfashionable with "Goodnight My Love": he has written a pop song about staying, not leaving. No heartbreak, no betrayal, no smoke-filled confession of regret — just a man watching his wife sleep and refusing to accept that unconsciousness should count as separation. It is a small, stubborn idea, and it is precisely the kind of small, stubborn idea that great pop has always been built from.
GIANFRANCO GFN – TRACES OF THE WORLD
A Swiss guitarist announcing an album inspired by "travels, encounters and musical collaborations" ought, by rights, to set off every alarm bell a seasoned listener owns. The genre is crowded with well-meaning globetrotters who mistake a passport stamp for a musical idea, who bolt a kalimba onto a chord progression and call it fusion. Gianfranco GFN avoids that trap almost entirely, and "Traces of the World" is a far more disciplined, far warmer piece of work than its press-release framing would suggest.