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 story of one music video
One November morning, I went to the antique shop 'LOT ONE TEN'. I loved taking a walk in autumn London after a snack at McDonald's and a large serving of black coffee. I felt in good spirits and even the gray rain could not interfere with my daily ritual, so Walthamstow greeted me with genuine indifference, as if inviting me to take a walk on the favorite street of the designer William Morris, whose mansion-museum was around the corner.
TOTAL REVERENDS – The Revolution is inevitable
Rock music has always had a complicated relationship with prophecy. From the Clash's breathless urgency to the Libertines' romantically doomed manifestos, the great British and European rock tradition has never been shy about announcing that something — anything — is coming. TOTAL REVERENDS, that grimy, gloriously unfashionable collision of vintage rock instinct and garage punk nerve, have thrown their own proclamation into the ring with *The Revolution Is Inevitable*, and the remarkable thing is: they almost make you believe it.
Neodym – Midnight Flow
Some records arrive fully formed, as though they've always existed somewhere in the electric ether, waiting only for the right hands to pluck them down. "Midnight Flow", the debut single from NEODYM — the project helmed in collaboration with German producer Sven Kuhlmann — is very much one of those records. It does not announce itself tentatively. It does not ease you in. It simply begins, and you find yourself already inside it, already moving, already half-lost in whatever neon-drenched reverie it has decided to construct around you.
Anders Ekblad – Early Mornings
Nostalgia, as any decent songwriter eventually discovers, is a trick of the light. It does not preserve what was — it burnishes it, rounds off its rough edges, renders the ordinary luminous. Anders Ekblad knows this instinctively. The Swedish artist's new single "Early Mornings" does not simply visit the past; it inhabits it, turns it over in both hands like something fragile and irreplaceable, and in doing so produces one of the year's most quietly devastating pieces of pop music.
tcr! – On Vancouver Island
The great lie of polished production is that it makes you feel something. Decades of industry sheen have taught us to confuse competence with emotion, technical precision with truth. tcr! — the exclamation mark doing considerable heavy lifting, a punctuation choice that feels simultaneously ironic and earnest, which is, of course, entirely the point — have no interest in that particular deception. *On Vancouver Island*, the lead single from their 2026 EP *Dear Rabbits*, arrives like a cassette tape found wedged behind a radiator: slightly warped, faintly warm, absolutely candid.
MOMARZ – THE THEORY
Boston has never been the most obvious city to conjure when one thinks of electronic music's bleeding edge — that particular conversation tends to begin and end somewhere between Detroit, Berlin, and Bristol. And yet here is MOMARZ, quietly constructing something genuinely his own from a home studio, armed with a Yamaha P-125, a KORG microKEY, and the sort of stubborn artistic conviction that the industry perpetually claims to want and perpetually forgets to reward.
Blueprint Tokyo – Dark New Days
There's a particular kind of record that doesn't announce itself so much as it *accumulates* — one that you can't quite locate the moment it got under your skin, only that it has, and that you're not especially interested in removing it. Blueprint Tokyo's *Dark New Days* is precisely that sort of thing: compact, quietly devastating, and possessed of the kind of emotional intelligence that most bands spend entire careers trying to fake.
The Flavor That Kills – Thunderbird Lodge
Let us be clear from the outset: *Thunderbird Lodge* is not an album that wants to be your friend. It will not bring you soup when you're ill. It will not text back. Madison, Wisconsin's The Flavor That Kills — a band whose very name reads like a coroner's verdict on good taste — have returned with their fourth record, and it is a genuinely strange, occasionally magnificent, deeply uncomfortable piece of work that demands full submission or nothing at all.
Reset 89 – Influence
Brisbane does not announce itself. It broods, sweats, hums with subtropical electricity, and apparently — if Clay Wakefield is to be believed — it ferments rage. Quiet, productive, home-studio rage. The kind that produces ten tracks of snarling industrial electro-rock and then sits back, deeply satisfied, waiting for the world to catch up.
Vela Jones – Static Air
Vela Jones arrives with the quiet confidence of someone who has already decided, long before anyone else caught on, exactly what kind of artist she intends to be. The cover art for *Static Air* tells you nearly everything you need to know before a single note sounds: a young woman, robed in flowing white lace, festooned with silver stars, boots planted firmly on a stage floor that glistens with fairy lights, holding an acoustic guitar decorated like a celestial map. She has named her artistic persona "space hippy," and the phrase is not merely decorative. It is a manifesto compressed into two words.
Leaone – Goodbyes & Goodtimes
The Suffolk caravan has not, historically speaking, enjoyed much of a reputation as a cradle of artistic genius. It tends to feature in English life as a punchline — a last resort, a parenthesis between better arrangements. Leaone, to his considerable credit, has turned his particular parenthesis into something rather extraordinary.
Ekelle – (Turn Me) Loose
Every generation throws up an artist who makes the act of walking away feel like the most radical political statement imaginable. Dusty Springfield had it. Gloria Gaynor codified it. Lizzo briefly owned it before the narrative got complicated. And now, from the frost-bitten creative furnace of Toronto, Ekelle arrives with *(Turn Me) Loose* — a single so self-possessed, so immaculately constructed in its fury and its freedom, that it demands you pay attention whether you planned to or not.
Filip Dahl – Flying High
Some guitarists announce themselves with a riff. Others do it with a scream — six strings bent to breaking point, volume weaponised, subtlety be damned. Filip Dahl does neither. The Norwegian composer and multi-instrumentalist announces himself, on his latest single "Flying High," with something considerably rarer and considerably more difficult to manufacture: *authority*. From the opening bars, this is a man who has absolutely nothing to prove, and that certainty — worn as lightly as a well-broken-in leather jacket — is precisely what makes the record so arresting.