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 Everett True

Song of the day – 435: The Hot Toddies (+ free mix tape!)

Bubblegum pop with a sharp tongue that tells of wet dreams and surf paradises

 Everett True

Song of the day – 434: TacocaT (and a shout-out to Bust magazine)

Bonus points for covering Huggy Bear’s ‘Her Jazz’.

 collapseboard

Laneway Festival @ RNA Showground, Brisbane, 28.01.12

I hate music festivals because I love music, and I mean properly love music. Real love is unhealthy, obsessive, consuming. I am outside Music’s house in defiance of a restraining order. I am frightening off Music’s new boyfriend. I am holding Music’s pets to ransom until Music agrees to return my calls.

 Scott Creney

Cloud Nothings – Attack On Memory (Carpark)

The anger on this album feels pretty real and palpable to me.

 Scott Creney

n+1 Publishes an Interesting Article About Pitchfork | Collapse Board Publishes a Response

While Pitchfork may be invaluable as an archive, it is worse than useless as a forum for insight and argument

 Everett True

how ‘influence’ works – Lana Del Rey vs Eleni Vitali

how ‘influence’ works – Lana Del Rey vs Eleni Vitali

This is influence, not plagiarism: ridiculous to claim otherwise.

 Scott Creney

Scott Creney reacts to Chuck Klosterman’s article about tUnE-yArDs pretty much exactly the way you’d expect him to

I’m not a huge fan of Tuneyards, but I think this article is a massive pile of shit. No maybes about it.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 433: Those Dancing Days

There’s melody and pace, and the sort of vicarious thrill that used to be had from boy rock all those years back

 Lucy

Beautiful Things of 2011: Scandipop goddesses

And it was mostly pop. Girls making pop. Very few of the bands I loved this year consisted of four white boys with guitars, although that template has been responsible for some fairly monumental things over the last four or five decades.

 Wallace Wylie

The Weeknd – House Of Balloons / Thursday / Echoes Of Silence (XO)

Sex, drugs, more sex, more drugs, each song details another night of Bacchanalian excess with no redemption in sight. Are you ready to party?

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