S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2: Heart of Chornobyl Radio Mix

The new LP significantly demonstrates the growth of the band in the realm of psych/garage rock and further beyond. The genre grasp has truly increased, but the tunes' mood and vibe are still sunny and familiar, and undisputedly sound like Straytones.

Straytones is a psychedelic/garage rock band from Kiyv, Ukraine (or how we tend to name our style — Kyiv Psych Fuzz). Our music has roots in garage rock stylings, with heavy influences of psychedelic and surf rock (and some classic rock bands as well). Current members are Artem (guitar, vocals), Eugenia (drums), Vova (bass guitar). Imbued with a spirit of 60's garage rockers and hippies and heavily influenced by modern neo-psychedelic vibes – Straytones may recall associations with The Brian Jonestown Massacre, Night Beats, Wand, Ty Segall, Fuzz, Oh Sees.
Proud members of a Robustfellow Family!
credits
releases August 27, 2021

Recorded at "Green Diver" Rehearsal Studio (except the drums which were recorded at Guitar House Studio) by Valentin Zhulenko
Mixed by Artem Dudko
Mastered by Artem Dudko/Yaroslav Tatarchenko
Artwork by Anastasia Yevtushenko/Marina Gannotska

Magic Green River Swimmin' & Stunning Tarzanka Experience

Fire-Fire!

Кліп, стримінги: 
https://bfan.link/smutniy 

За основу цієї пісні взято вірш Михайля Семенка — поета доби Розстріляного відродження, основоположника українського футуризму.
Митця в 1937 році у Києві розстріляв НКВС. Семенку було лише 44 роки.

Точна кількість репресованих і вбитих українських інтелігентів згадуваної доби невідома досі. За деякими даними, це число сягає 30 000 осіб.

Music production: paashee, 5entave
Cover art: Nadia Heart

Alexjazz - Смутний

Alexjazz - Хейтспіч

Трек на стрімінгах:
https://bfan.link/melanholia 

Ще одна історія зі спектру моїх емоцій, цього разу про меланхолійний стан і відчуття легкості весни.

Музика: Антон Денисов
Зведення, мастеринг: Ілля Ткачук
Фото, дизайн: Мар'ян Івасик


Спеціальна подяка: Дарина Гаврик, Оксана Масло, paashee, 5entave

Alexjazz - Меланхолія

Epolets - Серце

Epolets - Титанік

Слухати «Моя любов»:
https://bfan.link/moialiubov 

За основу цієї пісні взято вірш Володимира Сосюри. 
Вірш був написаний в 1940 році і очевидно був присвячений дружині Марії Сосюрі, яка була завербована НКВД та стежила за чоловіком та його літературним оточенням. Згодом була заслана в концтабори. Після повернення із заслання Сосюри одружилися вдруге.

Музичний продакшн, зведення: @paasheemusic , @5entave
Відео: @bondarenko_dop
Обкладинка: @maryan.ivasyk 
PR: @karina_pilipenko

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Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Цигарки дим поволі тане 
І пропадає синім сном.
І так далеко і туманно 
Гуркоче місто за вікном.

Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Любов 
(Моя, моя любов)
Любов 
(Моя, моя любов)

Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Ти не прийшла сьогодні знову, 
Хоч день давно уже зайшов.
І тане димом цигарковим, 
Уся в сльозах, моя любов.

Alexjazz - Моя любов

паліндром vs. Anwius - помовчу (Step@n mash-up)

Alexjazz - Так рано

"DONBASS BLUES" is the debut EP from "HLIBOROB" project, it acts as a kind of business card, gathering the basic principles of their sound: a social pamphlet based on the poems of Vasyl Stus, mystical neo-folk and fiery youthful self-irony - it is these components that together turn black and white reality into a multi-colored world.

Стояв Місяць

You're doing ninety in a forty-five
I'm gripping handles, staying quiet
White knuckles, closed eyes
But I'm still here
Yeah, I'm still here
And you're slowly losing control

And I don't know when to jump
I don't know when to stay
Just watching you self-destruct
Ain't getting in your way

I can't save you from this wreckage
But I can't look away
I'm just a passenger, baby
Riding shotgun to your pain
Hands tied, no brakes
High love, high stakes
Going down, going down
I'm just a passenger

You chase the high!
I chase you chasing
Round and round we go
I'm losing me
While you're losing you

And I don't know when to jump
I don't know when to stay
Just watching you self-destruct
Ain't getting in your way

I can't save you from this wreckage
But I can't look away
I'm just a passenger, baby
Riding shotgun to your pain
Hands tied, no brakes
High love, high stakes
Going down, going down

Oh, going down 
Going down
I can't save you from this wreckage
Can't save you from today
I'm just a passenger, baby
Ain't nothing more to say

And I'm
Going down with you
Going down, going down
Going down

I see the signs
You don't
I see the signs

Passenger

The Awakening is a psychological-dark, Peter Gabriel–style descent into the moment a man finally stops carrying someone else’s chaos and steps back into himself.
It’s the sound of numbness cracking, truth rising, and the old identity burning off like smoke.

Built from late-night fragments, voice-memos, and raw emotional residue, this track blends atmospheric percussion, deep breathing textures, pulse-driven synths, and tribal-cinematic rhythms.
The vocals move from whispered confession to a fully embodied reclamation — the moment the “dead man walking” becomes the man awakening.

This is the severing of the imprint.
The release of the old demon.
The rebirth into self-ownership.

A song born at 3AM, when truth doesn’t lie.

For anyone who has ever mistaken hurt for destiny, or chaos for love — this one hits deep.

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]

3am.
Air thick.
The room like a held breath.
I move through it like a dead man walking,
numb feet on familiar ground.
A pulse I don’t feel anymore
echoes in the edges of the dark.
She pulled the boy out of me,
but the man is the one
who has to bury what’s left.

[Pre-Chorus]

And in this stillness
I hear the truth:
I am not her storm,
not her shadow,
not her ghost.

[Chorus]

So I release this feeling.
Let it slip from my ribs,
let it fall to the floor.
No more beauty tangled in chaos.
No more hunger pretending to be love.
I step out of the dark
and back into myself.

[Verse 2]

She lit old wiring—
a spark across years
that shouldn’t have burned this bright.
I mistook the wound for the woman,
mistook the ache for fate.
But the boy she saw
is dust in my hands now.
The man remains.
And he’s done carrying fire
that only scorches.

[Pre-Chorus 2]

This numb isn’t failure.
It’s the cooling
after the fever breaks.
It’s the ground returning.

[Chorus]

So I release this feeling.
Drop the weight behind me,
walk out of the echo.
No more truth twisted by longing.
No more shadows calling my name.
I step into the cold air
alive enough to feel nothing.

[Bridge]

I forgive the boy.
I release the ghost.
I choose the quiet
that doesn’t vanish.
I choose the light
that doesn’t burn.

[Final Chorus]

I release this feeling.
I let the last ember die.
And in the stillness after—
I hear my own breath again.
I walk forward,
not whole,
but free.

The Awakening

Where The World Has Hurt Me — Version 2

Miles

Ponder Around the Sun by Bookie Baker

The first release by contemporary folk duo Bookie Baker

Epolets - Титанік

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