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.
Coconut Shy – Mayfield Blush
Confession first: the title is a typo that refused to correct itself. Joseph Mackey misremembered the name of a Hobart bar — The Mayfair, mangled by memory into The Mayfield — and rather than fix the error he built a song around it. It's a small piece of trivia, but it tells you everything about how this band operates. Coconut Shy don't chase precision. They chase the feeling that survives when precision fails, and on this single, that instinct pays off handsomely.
Kevin Honold – Waterfall
Some records announce themselves within seconds — no slow build required, no patience necessary. "Waterfall," the new single from Jersey City singer-songwriter and multi-instrumentalist Kevin Honold, is that kind of record: the sort you want to shout about before the second chorus has even landed.
Troy Landon – Climb That Mountain
Country music has always trafficked in the sturdiest of metaphors — the open road, the whiskey glass, the mountain you either climb or die trying — and it takes a particular kind of nerve to reach for one so worn and make it feel freshly hewn. David Rader, the songwriter and producer behind the virtual artist Troy Landon, pulls exactly that trick off with "Climb That Mountain," a single that wears its influences (Cash's gravity, Tritt's grit, Kenny Rogers' plainspoken warmth) openly on its sleeve while still managing to sound like nobody's tribute act.
Tom Hartman – High Tree Climb
There is a particular strain of English music writing — the kind that used to spill out of the inkier corners of the weekly papers — that trusted a record to reveal itself slowly, the way weather changes. No hooks flagged in bold, no chorus arriving like a delivery van. Just attention, patiently rewarded. Tom Hartman's new single, "High Tree Climb," is exactly the sort of record that style was built for.
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.
melliejellie – all about u
There's a particular kind of nerve required to make a record that sounds this nostalgic without ever once sounding lazy about it, and melliejellie has it in spades. *ALL ABOUT U*, her new three-track EP, doesn't so much revive the Y2K sound as excavate it — carefully, lovingly, with a bass player's hands rather than a plugin preset. It's a short record. It is also, track for track, one of the more emotionally honest electronic releases to cross my desk this year.
Shani Shavit – The Full Picture
Tel Aviv has long occupied a peculiar position in the global musical imagination — simultaneously peripheral and ferociously alive, a city that absorbs everything and digests nothing wholesale. Shani Shavit, who has spent two decades navigating its studio corridors and live stages as bassist, arranger, and collaborator, understands this instinctively. *The Full Picture*, her album proper, is not so much a statement of arrival as a reckoning with everything that came before.
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.
Pick Up Goliath – Father Asphyxia
There is a particular strain of British music writing — born somewhere between the *NME*'s appetite for spectacle and *Melody Maker*'s taste for the confessional — that never trusted a record until it had bled a little. Sam George, who records as Pick Up Goliath from his own studio in Cáceres, Spain, has made a career of records that bleed on cue. But *Father Asphyxia*, the fifth single lifted from his forthcoming EP *Salt & Static*, is the first time the wound feels genuinely his, rather than a wound assembled for effect.
Cam Cole – Get Up Ya Honky Tonk
There is a particular strain of British music writing — the kind that used to spill out of the inkies on a Thursday, all breathless hyperbole and back-page swagger — that exists to announce the arrival of somebody who was clearly never going to stay on the pavement for long. Cam Cole's "Get Up Ya Honky Tonk" is exactly that kind of announcement: a record that struts in already knowing it's the best thing in the room.
NO IDENTITY – Almost Nothing
Now and again a record arrives that seems to have been assembled out of spite for the studio manual. "Almost Nothing," the new single and video from the Kansas solo project NO IDENTITY, is exactly that kind of record: a three-and-a-half-minute act of controlled sabotage, built almost entirely from a handclap that has been beaten, filtered, and dragged through enough distortion pedals to emerge sounding like a bass guitar dredged out of a septic tank. It shouldn't work. It works anyway, and works with a swagger that plenty of better-funded productions never manage.