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.
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.
ANACY – Good Luck To Her
South Africa has long exported genius to an indifferent world — Miriam Makeba, Johnny Clegg, Die Antwoord — and the world has long taken its time catching up. With "Good Luck To Her," her bracingly confident new single, Anacy makes the strongest possible case that the wait is over, at least for her. This is pop music with genuine architecture behind it: load-bearing walls where other artists settle for wallpaper.
Sparky’s Magic Piano – Orange Juice
*What does it mean to make music nobody asked for, in a house nobody will visit, about feelings nobody can quite name? Sparky's Magic Piano have the answer, and it fizzes like citrus on a winter morning.*
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.
Törner Cryda – Knight in Pieces
The problem with most retro-leaning rock records is that they mistake nostalgia for vision. They excavate the past the way tourists visit ruins — snapping photographs, buying a fridge magnet, going home unchanged. Törner Cryda, five students from Lund University who apparently spent their formative years listening to Zeppelin bootlegs and reading medieval hagiographies, have the good sense — and the genuine talent — to do something altogether more alive with their influences. *Knight in Pieces*, their debut long-player, doesn't reconstruct the 1970s so much as cheerfully colonise them, plant a flag, and start issuing its own passports.
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.
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.