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.
Martin Tennant – Forgotten Son
*There are moments when a debut single announces itself not with a shout but with a slow, deliberate exhale — and Martin Tennant's "Forgotten Son" is precisely that kind of arrival.*
Finlay Birch – Weight Will Unwind
The Isle of Mull is not a place that rushes. Ferries run on their own schedule, weather dictates the terms of any given day, and the Atlantic has no interest in your deadline. It is perhaps the only fitting birthplace for a song like "Weight Will Unwind" — a piece so deliberately unhurried, so comfortable inside its own silence, that it feels less like a debut single and more like a letter discovered years after it was written, its ink still somehow fresh.
Lawrence Timoni – In Every Quiet Moment
**Berlin has always known how to make silence speak.** From the cold industrial hum of Bowie's Low-period experiments to the cavernous minimalism that still bleeds through the city's contemporary underground, the German capital has long understood that what a record *withholds* can be as powerful as what it delivers. Lawrence Timoni, the alternative artist currently calling Berlin home, has absorbed this lesson with considerable intelligence on his new single, a track that rewards patience and punishes the impatient in roughly equal measure.
The Broken Vinyls – Meatlocker
Rock and roll has always been most itself when it smells faintly of spilled beer and amplifier heat. The great recordings — the ones that burrow under the skin and refuse eviction — were never the ones that emerged from months of Pro Tools fussing and vocal pitch correction. They were the ones that captured a room, a moment, four or five human beings combusting together and somehow getting it on tape before the magic evaporated. The Broken Vinyls, a quintet out of Bloomfield, New Jersey, understand this with a bone-deep instinct that most contemporary guitar bands have long since abandoned in favour of streaming-friendly sheen.
MORE – Destructor
Some albums arrive. Others *return* — carrying the weight of decades, of roads taken and abandoned, of ghosts who never quite let go. *Destructor*, the long-delayed third full-length from London NWOBHM veterans MORE, belongs emphatically to the second category. And the ghost in question is one of rock production's most singular talents: Chris Tsangarides, the man who put the thunder into Judas Priest's *Screaming for Vengeance*, who understood better than almost anyone how to make a guitar sound like it was tearing the fabric of the physical world. He delivered the final mix of this record on the eve of his death in January 2017. Nearly a decade later, the rest of us finally get to hear what he left behind. The wait, it turns out, was worth every agonising year.
Azuka Moweta – Kenechukwu
Gratitude, properly understood, is not a soft emotion. It is demanding. It insists you look backwards and forwards at once — at those who shaped you, at those you must still serve, at the living world that gifted you breath enough to sing. Azuka Moweta understands this with a depth that most recording artists of any tradition never approach, and *Kenechukwu*, his latest seven-track offering poured from the red earth of Asaba in Delta State, is gratitude rendered as groove, as ceremony, and as quiet, irresistible joy.
Scopitone – Camera Obscura
**The night of November 5th, 2024 produced many things — disbelief, dread, the queasy scrolling through exit polls that wouldn't resolve themselves into comfort. For Vincent Roose, the Belgian musician operating under the name Scopitone, it produced an album. Not immediately, not explosively, but with the slow, methodical compulsion of someone who had run out of other options.**
Brian Bee Frank – Chasing the Dragon
Fifty years. Half a century of stages, studios, tour buses, broken strings, broken deals, and presumably a fair few broken hearts. When a musician with that kind of mileage on the clock decides to strip away the band and stand alone under the spotlight, the result is either a vanity project dressed in nostalgia's comfortable clothes, or something far more dangerous — a genuine reckoning. Brian Bee Frank's debut solo EP *Chasing the Dragon* lands, with considerable conviction, in the latter camp.
The Ancient Unknown – Separated
The Ancient Unknown arrive with a chip on their shoulder and a grievance worth nursing. 'Separated', the second single from a debut album recorded at Steel City Studios — the Sheffield facility responsible for shaping the sonic architecture of Bring Me The Horizon, among others — is a song born of fury. Not the performative, market-tested fury of a band chasing algorithmic approval, but the kind that keeps you awake at three in the morning composing arguments to no one.
Mandybom – Dream it, Spell it, Feel it
Pop music, at its most honest, has always been about one thing: the brutal, beautiful, occasionally humiliating experience of wanting someone who may or may not want you back. Mandybom knows this. She has built her entire artistic identity around that knowledge, and on *Dream It, Spell It, Feel It*, she distils it into something close to a minor masterpiece of modern longing.
Aurealis – Shadow of a Doubt
*There are songs that arrive like a text message at 2am — you weren't expecting it, you're not sure what it means, but you cannot look away.* Aurealis understands this. The studio project, which has made something of a quiet vocation out of mapping the emotional fault lines where human connection trembles and shifts, returns with "Shadow of a Doubt" — a single that does something genuinely difficult in contemporary pop: it makes ambivalence feel urgent.
Case Against Time – Bee in the Cage
Eugene Smozhevsky has done something rather sly. He has made a virtue of malfunction — and pulled it off with the quiet conviction of someone who never doubted it would work.