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.
JT Catalano – Pan-Handlin’ Views
Some records announce themselves with a shrug. Others arrive dragging a shopping trolley full of ideas behind them, rattling and overloaded, and dare you to keep pace. "Pan-Handlin' Views" belongs firmly to the second camp — a bright, manic, deceptively substantial piece of comedy rap that treats the collapse of the music industry's old scaffolding not as tragedy but as farce, and does so with a wink sharp enough to draw blood.
Rob Fletcher – Hells Gate
Somewhere on a dead-straight stretch of road in outback New South Wales, a man behind the wheel of a Kenworth B-double watches a feedlot slide past his window and feels the hairs go up on his arms. Out of that unglamorous, faintly biblical moment of dread comes "Hells Gate," the third cut from Rob Fletcher's *Love Storm*, and easily the record's most persuasive argument for itself.
Franklin Gotham – Fascination
There's a particular kind of nerve required to take a song as untouchable as The Human League's 1983 chart-topper and drag it, kicking and glittering, into 2026. Franklin Gotham, the Alexandria quartet who've spent thirteen years quietly perfecting their brand of soul-flecked indie-pop, possess exactly that nerve — and, more importantly, the craft to back it up.
PUNTACAVA – Nylon Crush (Fuori Quadro Sessions)
Milan's CARTONGETZ has chosen a fine moment to launch its "Fuori Quadro Sessions" imprint, and "Nylon Crush" announces the project with the kind of unshowy confidence that separates real bands from the merely competent. This is a trio operating without a safety net — no overdubs, no studio sleight of hand, just three musicians in a room deciding, in real time, whether to whisper or detonate.
HZPROD – WarTorn
There is a particular species of record that arrives not as product but as confession, and *War Torn* — the debut curatorial statement from Doha-based producer HZPROD — belongs unmistakably to that lineage. It is the sound of a man who has spent years behind the boards for other people finally stepping forward to say something only he could say, and doing so not with a microphone but with a Rolodex, a conscience, and, by his own account, twenty grand of his own money.
Mickey P – Good Love
East London has always kept its own time signature — somewhere between the last night bus and the first shift at the market — and Mickey P understands this rhythm in his bones. "Good Love," his five-track offering, doesn't so much announce itself as slide onto the dancefloor already mid-groove, sunglasses on, unbothered.
Faris Ishaq – JASAD جَسَد
Few instruments carry as much unspoken history as the nay. Reed cane, no mouthpiece, no keys — nothing between the player and the note but breath and intention. On *JASAD* (Arabic for "Body"), Bethlehem-born virtuoso Faris Ishaq turns that austerity into a manifesto, and the result is one of the most quietly commanding solo instrumental records to emerge from the Levant in years.
Paweł J.P. Hirlok – Perły
Some records announce themselves with a knock at the door. *Perły* arrives instead through the window, cape billowing, orchestra in tow, demanding you rearrange the furniture of your afternoon. Paweł J.P. Hirlok's twelfth album is a lavish, unrepentant thing — twelve tracks that treat restraint as an option to be politely declined.
Xxäm – Riddle me this
Chesterfield rarely produces cultural earthquakes, but Xxäm has just tilted the axis of British electronic pop a few crucial degrees with a debut that arrives fully formed. "Riddle Me This," the first single and video from the act's upcoming self-titled album, plays less like an introduction and more like an accusation whispered across a darkened room. By the time the first chorus detonates, you'll have already confessed to something you didn't do.
Jessica Fessler – Blue Nightgown
Somewhere between the last glass of red wine and the first cigarette of the evening, Jessica Fessler has found her voice, and it turns out to be a low, unhurried thing, more interested in withholding than confessing. "Blue Nightgown" opens not with a declaration but a slow exhale, the sound of somebody deciding, quietly and for good, that she no longer needs anyone's permission to feel whole.
Paul Louis Villani – Someone In My Head
Melbourne has produced its share of songwriters who mistake volume for feeling and confession for craft. Paul Louis Villani belongs to neither camp. His closing single of 2026, "Someone in My Head," arrives not as a plea for sympathy but as a controlled descent — the sound of a man mapping his own unravelling with the precision of a cartographer rather than the panic of a patient.
MYRA – C’est mon tour
Somewhere between the third verse and the final chorus, a quiet miracle happens: a song about exhaustion turns into an anthem of arrival. MYRA's debut single "C'est mon tour" doesn't announce itself with fireworks. It creeps in on warm zouk chords, settles into the ribs, and only later reveals how thoroughly it has rearranged the furniture of your afternoon.