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.
Anne Vanschothorst – RIFF
Some records announce themselves. Others simply happen to you, the way weather happens to you, and "RIFF" belongs squarely to the latter camp. Released on 17 June, this single takes its cue from Bob Gramsma's land art monument of the same name — a hollow scooped out of the Flevoland polder, a wound in reclaimed earth that has spent years quietly arguing with the North Sea about who owns the ground beneath it. Vanschothorst, harpist and evidently something of a quiet excavator herself, has gone looking for the sound that hollow might make if it could speak, and the result is less a song than a séance.
GISKE – August Came
Three men from a Norwegian island of six hundred and ten souls have spent thirty-five years writing songs together, and on the evidence of "August Came," they have arrived at something close to wisdom about the particular ache of a season's turning. This is not nostalgia dressed up as a single; it is nostalgia *as* the single, worn openly, like a man who has stopped pretending the jacket still fits and decided to wear it anyway, sleeves and all.
Milyam – Lost In The Jungle
Forests have always made the best confessionals. Not the verdant, sunlit kind that belong on a tourist postcard, but the thick, disorienting kind — where the canopy closes above you and the compass stops making sense. MILYAM understands this instinctively, and "Lost in the Jungle" is the sonic proof.
Gravité Fresq – Curry Sauce
Nobody asked for the defining anthem of human-machine breakdown to arrive via a kitchen drawer in South Dublin. And yet here we are, standing in the rubble of our own technological hubris, holding a passport that an AI refused to render, wondering whether John Cena was always the answer to our existential frustrations. Gravité Fresq, those self-described painters of "sonic frescoes of gloomy absurdity," have somehow managed to smuggle a genuine philosophical crisis into a four-to-the-floor banger, and the audacity of it is breathtaking.
Elysian Fields – Definition
It takes a particular kind of nerve to name your band after the Greek paradise of the blessed before you've played a single gig, and yet that's precisely the gambit Mark Roos and James Shumway pulled off in 1994, recruiting a recent Arizona transplant named Kerri Murray on the strength of her voice alone. The result, "Definition," recorded the following year at Cliff Maag's Record Lab and only now finding its way to streaming services three decades late, is a record that wears its ambition lightly. This is mid-nineties Utah pop-rock with its sleeves rolled up and its heart, somewhat unfashionably for the period, worn very much on the outside.
Hollow Shift – WAR
There's a particular strain of doom that only the Greeks seem to get right — not the slasher-film dread of American horror synth, nor the polished melancholy of the Scandinavians, but something older, more theatrical, closer to tragedy than terror. Athens duo Hollow Shift have been quietly building a case for themselves as purveyors of exactly that strain, and on their new three-track single *WAR*, they cash the cheque in full.
Andy Smythe – Quiet Revolution Extra
Pop music has long had a soft spot for the troubadour who reads too much Hesse and not enough room. Andy Smythe belongs proudly to that lineage, and his new six-track companion piece to *Quiet Revolution* wears its bookshelf on its sleeve with the unblushing confidence of a man who has never once worried about sounding pretentious. The remarkable thing is how often he gets away with it.
Maka – Hard Shell, Soft Center
Some records arrive already carrying the weight of expectation. *Hard Shell, Soft Center*, the debut collaborative album from London-based Nigerian artists Maka and Phlow, has been assembled from the raw material of years of circling each other — a handful of singles, a shared producer in Teck-Zilla, and a fanbase quietly insisting the two stop teasing and commit. The result, ten tracks of R&B, soul, jazz, lo-fi and hip-hop threaded together with remarkable patience, confirms that the wait was, if anything, too short. One suspects these two could have kept going for another twenty songs without repeating themselves.
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.
The Essence of The Universe – Bring All Your Lovers
Nobody asked for a band like The Essence of The Universe. Nobody knew they needed one. And yet here they are, Daniel di Porto Rosa and Nic Nikita — two Swedes who refuse to be identified, located, or explained — arriving with a single that hits like a fist wrapped in velvet, dragged across the face of a sleeping music industry and leaving a mark that won't easily fade.
Paper Swords – Breathe In The Light
Phil Black has spent six years in Wyoming building something that most artists wouldn't dare attempt alone — a fully realised dark science-fiction universe married to music, 3D visuals, and a mythological narrative arc. The result of that long, solitary labour arrives now under the name Paper Swords, with a debut single called *Breathe In The Light* that announces itself not as a song so much as a declaration of intent.
4fro Nick – Don’t Waste My Time (LA mix)
There are songs that announce themselves quietly, easing through the speakers like morning light under a door, and then there are songs that kick the door clean off its hinges. 4fro Nick's "Don't Waste My Time (LA Mix)" belongs emphatically to the latter category — though what makes it so arresting is not mere aggression, but the controlled intelligence behind the noise.