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.
Moon and Aries – High Noon
Some titles announce themselves before a single note plays, and "High Noon" is one of them — dust, tension, the long shadow of a clock tower. What's pleasing is how confidently Moon and Aries claim that imagery rather than shy away from it, staging their showdown not with six-shooters but with patience, breath, and a slow-building wall of sound that feels entirely earned.
Michele Braid Topcu – Front Row
Pop music has always loved a confession, but few singers bother to check whether the audience actually wants one. Michele Braid-Topcu does not seem especially worried about that. "Front Row" arrives like a dressing-room door flung open mid-quick-change, sequins still falling, mascara half-fixed, and somehow that's the whole point.
Arthur Roman – nighthawk
Some records arrive wanting to conquer you. Others, rather more sensibly, settle for keeping you company. "Nighthawk" belongs squarely to the second camp, and it knows it. Arthur Roman, a man who by his own account began this whole enterprise on a lark before the algorithmic gatekeepers of playlist curation took an unexpected shine to him, has produced a track so unbothered by spectacle that it almost dares you to underestimate it. Don't. Modesty, in the right hands, is a discipline, not a deficiency.
Los Guapos de Mamà – Vibra Alegria
Cuba and Italy walk into a studio. One brings rum-soaked rhythm, the other brings a tailored suit and an opinion about reverb. Out comes "Vibra Alegria," a single that wears its cross-continental parentage on its sleeve like a carnation in a lapel.
Tasha Solomita – Grey Light
There's a particular kind of record that arrives not as an event but as a conversation already in progress, and *Grey Light*, the new four-track EP from Brooklyn transplant Tasha Solomita, is exactly that sort of record. You don't so much listen to it as eavesdrop on it, the way you might catch the back half of an argument through a thin apartment wall and find yourself unable to walk away until you know how it ends.
Ben Ripani – Pangea
Grief makes terrible company at parties but excellent company on record, and Ben Ripani has clearly spent enough time with it to know the difference. *Pangea*, the Nashville-via-Chicago singer-songwriter's new EP, arrives stripped of the usual scaffolding that lesser records lean on to disguise thin material — no hooks engineered for radio, no choruses built by committee, just a man who went quiet for years and came back with a notebook full of things he could no longer keep to himself.
Aeon Hyper – Space Cowboy
Cyprus seems an unlikely launchpad for interstellar travel, but Aeon Hyper has never been much interested in the obvious route, and that's precisely his gift. A Greek-born former Cornell student of philosophy and literature, he arrives at synth-pop already fluent in its grammar, then bends that grammar into something distinctly his own. *Space Cowboy*, his debut, sets out to chart a journey from Earth into hyperspace, and it makes good on that promise with real confidence and considerable charm.
I’m Not A Blonde – 11 (The Art Of Being A Couple)
Pop music has spent decades pretending that love resolves into a single, seamless organism — two halves clicking into a whole, the credits rolling on "happily ever after." Chiara Castello and Camilla Benedini, who record as I'm Not a Blonde, arrive at a more honest arithmetic. Their fourth album insists that 1+1 doesn't equal 2 but 11: two intact digits standing shoulder to shoulder, refusing to collapse into each other. It's a clever conceit, and rarer still, the record actually earns it.
Andrei British – South Florida Police
Some records arrive like a tip-off from a mate who knows a guy who knows a guy. "South Florida Police" arrives like a squad car with its lights already spinning, kicking the door clean off its hinges before you've even decided whether you wanted company. Andrei British has built a single that doesn't so much court the listener as cuff them, bundle them into the back seat, and drive off at 142 beats per minute with the windows down and the radio cranked past sensible.
East Duo – Chubina Chill
Tbilisi's East Duo arrive at this reworking with the confidence of a band who already know the tune works — their original "Chubina" did the improbable trick of colonising algorithmic feeds the world over, racking up streams in the hundreds of millions and prompting a frankly absurd quantity of strangers to film themselves dancing badly to it. The temptation, having stumbled into that kind of ubiquity, would be to chase the same rush twice. Instead, the duo have done something rather more interesting: they've taken the chassis of a viral hit and stripped it for parts, rebuilding it as something hushed, patient, almost devotional.
OpCritical – Liar Liar
Pop music has always had a soft spot for moral fury, and OpCritical clearly understand the assignment. "Liar Liar" wants to be a fist raised at the billionaire class, and it gets there without a moment's hesitation. The refrain — world on fire, funeral pyres, getting what you desire — lands with the blunt satisfaction of a great tabloid headline: punchy, rhythmic, impossible to forget once it's lodged itself in your head.
Kings County – What Now
Orlando's Kings County have arrived bearing the two things every aspiring hard rock band needs and almost none possess in equal measure: a producer with a genuine pedigree and a press kit that reads like a man trying very hard to convince you he's already made it. Chuck Alkazian, the studio hand behind Pop Evil and the late, great Chris Cornell, has been drafted in to give "What Now" its sheen, and credit where it's due — Pearl Sound Studios has clearly done the band more favours than five years of festival slots combined.