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.
Mitchell Broodley – Overtime Again
Country music has always understood something that rock and roll forgot somewhere around the third Oasis album: that the most sophisticated emotional architecture is usually built from the simplest materials. A clock. A scoreboard. A borrowed hour. Mitchell Broodley, a Vermont-based independent artist whose biography reads like a Cormac McCarthy subplot — South Carolina upbringing, abandoned Nashville dream, law career, hospital leadership, pandemic basement studio, improbable return — has grasped this truth with both hands on his new single, *Overtime Again*, and he wrings it with considerable skill.
Ava Valianti – Sophomore Slump
Sixteen is a peculiar age to be self-aware. Most artists spend the better part of their twenties constructing the emotional vocabulary that Ava Valianti arrives with fully formed, already battered into shape by the particular cruelties of adolescence and, more pressingly, the peculiar cruelty of being an adolescent *in public*. "Sophomore Slump," her second single from a forthcoming EP due this May, is not a song about failure exactly — it is a song about the performance of surviving failure, which is considerably more interesting, and considerably harder to pull off.
Fair Green – Tuesday Morning
The west of Ireland has always harboured a particular gift for the kind of songwriting that refuses to announce itself too loudly. From the windswept romanticism of the Connacht coast to the DIY rehearsal rooms of Leitrim and Galway, there has long been a tradition of music that carries its emotional intelligence quietly, tucked underneath surfaces that glitter rather than declare. Fair Green, the project built around singer-songwriter Harry Bouchier, slots into that lineage with a debut single that is, to put it plainly, better than it has any right to be.
Evan Zorn Von Berg – Erosion (featuring the crimson creep)
Picture the scene: a bedroom studio in Simla, Colorado, a man alone with a guitar, a broken heart, and — crucially — a synth wizard on the other end of the line. This is the crucible from which "Erosion" emerges, blinking into the grey February light like something that has been buried for years and only now dared to surface. Evan Zorn Von Berg, frontman of the gloriously-named Rubbish Party, has given us not merely a song but a small, perfectly-formed wound.
The Submerged – Fabrica
There is something quietly audacious about a Japanese band making the most Britpop-adjacent record of 2026 from inside a virtual reality platform. But then, The Submerged have never been particularly interested in doing things the conventional way. Their EP *Fabrica* — named, beautifully, after the 16th-century anatomical treatise by Andreas Vesalius — arrives like a love letter written to three different decades simultaneously, sealed with wax and slid under the door of a world that may or may not still exist.
The Iddy Biddies – The World Inside
Nobody arrives at a second album without scars. The debut is all adrenaline and the relief of finally being heard; the follow-up is where the reckoning happens, where a band either retreats into the comfort of what worked before or steps deliberately into the dark and digs. The Iddy Biddies — that curious Berklee collective orbiting singer-songwriter Gene Wallenstein — have chosen the harder, more honourable path. *The World Inside* is not merely a sophomore record. It is a philosophical manifesto dressed in corduroy and candlelight.
Dave Lebental – Stylus
Dave Lebental has spent the better part of four decades doing things the hard way, and he wears every one of those years like a well-broken-in leather jacket. *Stylus*, his second solo long-player, arrives on the heels of *The Long Player* — a record that clocked over a million combined streams without the assistance of a major label, a PR machine, or a single algorithmically engineered moment of virality. That this Los Angeles underground veteran has managed to build such momentum entirely on his own terms is, frankly, the kind of story that makes you want to believe in rock and roll again.
Abaday – Nosleep
Twenty-two minutes. Eight tracks. Not a single second wasted. If Abaday's new record achieves anything — and it achieves considerably more than that — it is the radical act of refusing to overstay its welcome. Pop music has spent the better part of a decade bloating itself into forty-minute endurance tests, artists terrified of leaving anything on the cutting room floor, stuffing their releases with bonus tracks and interludes and spoken word passages that nobody asked for. *Lo Yashanti Tzohorayim* — translated with delightful bluntness as *I Didn't Nap* — arrives as a rebuke to all of that. It is tight, coiled, and ruthlessly edited, a record that knows exactly what it is and exits the room before you've had a chance to get bored of it.
Cling Film – City of Wind
Glasgow has a habit of doing this. Just when you've convinced yourself that the British indie scene has exhausted every permutation of guitar-and-feeling, a voice arrives from somewhere else entirely — in this case, from an Italian artist who has absorbed Liverpool, reinvented herself under the name Cling Film, and produced a debut single of such quiet, knotty confidence that it demands to be taken seriously on its own highly peculiar terms.
Osiris LIghts – Violet Hill
**Sometimes the most revealing thing a band can do is tell you exactly who they are through someone else's song. Osiris Lights, with their thunderous reimagining of Coldplay's 2008 anti-war broadside, have done precisely that — and the results are more compelling than they have any right to be.**
Samaistha – Upgrade your DNA
Some records arrive quietly and demand everything of you. Samaistha's *Upgrade Your DNA* is precisely that kind of record — a seismic, shimmering declaration that refuses to sit politely at the margins of contemporary music. It arrives not with the clatter of hype but with the quiet, absolute confidence of someone who has already decided what she is, and who she is for.
Kelsie Kimberlin – Champ
Pop music has always had an uneasy relationship with sincerity. The genre's commercial machinery tends to sand down the rough edges of genuine emotion until what remains is something smooth, palatable, and ultimately forgettable. Kelsie Kimberlin, the American-Ukrainian singer who has spent the better part of three years making the war in Ukraine her artistic cause, has never once appeared remotely interested in that particular bargain. "Champ," released on 24th February 2026 — the fourth anniversary of Russia's full-scale invasion — is her most fully realised statement yet, and it arrives with the weight of lived experience pressing against every bar.