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.
MVPZ – Rock With Ya
Let us be honest about what the dancefloor has been quietly mourning. Not the death of energy — there is plenty of that, poured into tracks that mistake relentlessness for vitality — but the death of consideration. The careful thought that says: here is a space between notes, and it matters. Here is a bassline that breathes. Here is four minutes and something seconds of music that actually trusts you to feel it rather than demanding you submit to it. "Rock With Ya," the new single from MVPZ — the collaborative project of DJ and producer The Gaff and Zion I luminary Amp Live — lands with the confidence of a record that understands this distinction entirely.
meelu – candlelight
Grief, when it arrives properly, has a way of reorganising everything — the furniture of the self shifted overnight so that you keep walking into doorframes you'd navigated for years. What meelu has managed with *candlelight* is the rarer, harder thing: not merely to document that disorientation, but to find — painstakingly, honestly — the exact moment when loss begins its slow negotiation with living.
Don’t Look Now – Second Time Around
**By the time the saxophone announces itself — bold, unashamed, gloriously alive — you already know this band plays by nobody's rulebook but their own.** Don't Look Now arrive from Windsor like a splendidly awkward party guest who somehow ends up being the most interesting person in the room. "Second Time Around," their debut single released January 2003, is the calling card of a band who have clearly spent years absorbing the best of British pop and then, rather brilliantly, decided to do precisely what they pleased with it.
Pocket Lint – Cyanometer
**The sky has always been the limit. Mark Heffernan just built a machine to measure it.** A cyanometer, for those who've never thumbed through the more eccentric corners of scientific history, is an instrument — invented by the Swiss physicist Horace-Bénédict de Saussure in 1789 — designed to measure the precise blueness of the sky. Fifty-three gradations of blue on a paper wheel, held aloft against the heavens. The audacity of the thing. The doomed, magnificent, quintessentially Romantic ambition of attempting to quantify wonder.
dredge – doomed from the start
**Somewhere between Birmingham and the earth's lower crust, two people have figured something out.** The history of rock and roll is, when you strip away the mythology and the merchandise, a history of reduction. Take away what isn't needed until only the essential remains — the nerve ending, the blunt instrument, the thing that makes the neighbours complain. The Velvet Underground knew it. The White Stripes knew it. And now, lurking in a garage somewhere in the West Midlands with nothing more than drums, a Bass VI and two voices that sound like they've been gargling gravel soaked in righteous fury, dredge — lower case, thank you — know it too.
Wes Carroll Confabulation – The Capitalocene EP
Wes Carroll has the audacity to name his EP after a geological epoch that hasn't quite happened yet — or rather, one that is happening right now, all around us, in the receipts and the algorithms and the quiet despair of the checkout queue. It's a bold conceptual gambit, the sort of thing that could easily collapse under its own self-importance. That it doesn't is down to the fact that Carroll and his Confabulation are, first and foremost, musicians of considerable craft, and only second — a very close second, mind — are they polemicists.
Sawtooth Witch – The Chariot
Pat 'Doc' Dougherty and Haley Fleming did not walk into a recording studio with a brief. They walked in with a worldview — and the difference, on *The Chariot*, the debut album from Minneapolis duo Sawtooth Witch, is audible in every last creak of Dougherty's fingerstyle guitar and every yearning sweep of Fleming's fiddle. This is a record made by people who have driven the long roads, played the low rooms, and come out the other side not embittered but illuminated.
Kid Pan Alley – There’s A Song In Every Story
**Paul Reisler has spent a quarter-century doing something the music industry long ago decided was unprofitable: trusting children.** Not patronising them. Not writing songs *at* them from a great adult height, with condescending lyrics about bedtime and vegetables. Actually trusting them — handing over the pen, the melody, the raw material of lived experience — and then getting the hell out of the way. The results, on this seventh album marking Kid Pan Alley's 25th anniversary, are quietly staggering.
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.
Christopher Peacock – Only The Good Die Young
Grief, as any honest songwriter will tell you, is the great democratiser. It arrives uninvited, it does not negotiate, and it cares nothing for your artistic pretensions or your release schedule. The question that separates the merely competent from the genuinely affecting is not whether an artist can feel it — everyone can — but whether they can translate that feeling into something that resonates beyond their own living room walls. Christopher Peacock, the one-man independent operation behind "Only The Good Die Young," appears to understand this distinction with uncommon clarity.
Lucian Lacewing – Land Of Enchantment
**A bedroom conjurer from Bristol sends eight voices into the void, and the void hums back.** Released quietly on a Thursday in late March, with no fanfare and no live show to follow — Lucian Lacewing does not perform, a position he holds with the sort of principled stubbornness once championed by Brian Eno, his acknowledged patron saint — *Land Of Enchantment* is the kind of record that rewards the patient and baffles the impatient. It is ambient music with a gothic pulse, drone music that refuses to lie down quietly, and a debut single that announces its maker as someone far more interested in the texture of sound than in its conventional arrangement.
Ouroboric – Sin Eater
There is a particular kind of courage required to make music about guilt — not the performative, chest-beating guilt of a thousand confessional singer-songwriters, but the quieter, more corrosive variety: the guilt of someone who watched a relationship curdle slowly, said nothing, and eventually met a version of themselves they no longer recognised. Ouroboric, the Adelaide-based alternative project built around the dual vocal axis of Phil Crowley and Stace, have made precisely that music with "Sin Eater," and the effect is genuinely unsettling in the way that the best alternative rock always should be.