The return of Everett True | 61. The Bastards Of Fate
I have a Bastards Of Fate album here, clutched in my sweaty paws. Not literally. It’s called Vampires Are Real And Palpable. ‘Winter’ reminds me of Gogol Bordello fighting over who gets to keep the kitchen sink. ‘Further’ is like David Bowie if he still had some joy and imagination. With Antony And The Johnsons […]
Bedroom Suck doesn’t | five years on
Music that doesn’t suck. There’s a Bedroom Suck compilation out: BSR5. It’s there to celebrate five years since the label was started by two discontents living in the steamy undergrowth of Brisbane, 27 tracks featuring… well, I’m guessing it features some fucking great Australian music. (I ain’t heard it, you understand.) Not much of a guess […]
The return of Everett True | 60. CactusDemonDoom
They say: Post-punk garage rock infused with a little Moontrekkers madness. I say: I like it! Nice indeed. Though I suspect I might like it even more, infused with a little Moonrakers madness. They say: Alternative punk that is kinda weird with pop catchy melodies. I say: They’ve nailed that right, even inverted. Sometimes they go […]
The Mistys – Redemption Forest (Other Ideas)
DISCLAIMER: This is a shameless, self-promo post for the Dead Albatross music prize, an alternative to the UK’s Mercury prize judged not by industry insiders but people that listen to a lot of music. Like me. Click the words hyperlinked above for the full scoop and shortlist – meanwhile, here’s a review of sorts for […]
In Photos: Ghost Notes + Winternationale + Pale Earth @ The Waiting Room, 03.10.2014
The final show at The Waiting Room, with Ghost Notes, Winternationale and Pale Earth.
The return of Everett True | 59. Vacation Club
The fuck you say. From the label that brought you Thee Open Sex. Vacation Club “Heaven Is Too High” by Vacation Club They say: Vacation Club’s debut full-length HEAVEN IS TOO HIGH fries you blind with a most pleasant and poisonous cocktail of psych-pop. The Indiana four-piece delivers infectiously poppy bubblegum chewed up and spit […]
The return of Everett True | 58. Marianne Faithfull
I’m going to preface this entry with a comment someone left on something I wrote about The Drones a while back. Yeah, I like the Drones but their songs depict the world as a cold, uncaring, violent place and people associate that with authenticity. One review says Gareth Liddiard, “tells it like it is.” But […]
Duck Duck Chop + Secret Valley + Scrabbled + Wonderfuls + The Legend! + The Formaldehydes @ Beetle Bar, Brisbane, 13.10.14
Photography: Marek Rygielski These names mean nothing to you. That’s OK. You’re not even reading this. This is the underground so secret, not even the underground knows it exists. When I arrive home later than expected, Charlotte (never refer to someone as “my wife”) asks how my set went. I can’t recall. All I have are […]
The return of Everett True | 57. The June Brides
Isaac’s playing his viola now, so I’ve stopped listening to the music. The viola seems appropriate, this is The June Brides. Earlier today, I was asked what sort of music I play at home with the three children. I replied that I rarely do, we don’t need the noise competition. Lauren likes to sing her rhymes, […]
The return of Everett True | 56. The Popguns
The second song on their new EP reminds me of the last Hole song I ever liked, ‘Malibu’. We’ve been here before, but I make no apologies. Wendy’s voice still gets me – tears me apart – 25 years on. And maybe it gets me even harder these days, because it reminds me of all […]
