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Evans The Death – Expect Delays (Fortuna POP!)

Evans The Death – Expect Delays (Fortuna POP!)

By Trev Odd Box Evans The Death return with their second LP ‘Expect Delays’. The record constantly shifts focus from sprightly jangle pop to something much darker – often jumping between the two at a moment’s notice. The song writing is now shared between Moss brothers Dan and Olly and this makes the record less […]

 Everett True

In Search of Nirvana: Why Nirvana: The True Story Could Never Be ‘True’

In Search of Nirvana: Why Nirvana: The True Story Could Never Be ‘True’

In my book Nirvana: The True Story (2006), I undertake an autoethnographical approach to biography, attempting to impart an understanding of my chosen subject—the rock band Nirvana—via discussion of my own experiences. On numerous occasions, I veer off into tangential asides, frequently using extensive footnotes to explain obscure musical references. Personal anecdotes are juxtaposed with […]

 Everett True

What I did last night instead of going to see The Necks play live

What I did last night instead of going to see The Necks play live

I thought about how good The Necks sound on record, and how refined I would have felt watching their refined, exploratory jazz at the Old Museum where bats fly out from under the rafters. (I tried to find a review to link to so you could engage viscerally with their music without the tiresome bother of […]

 Everett True

A brief history of Collapse Board

A brief history of Collapse Board

2010: Justin Edwards and Everett True found the site. It is intended as a radical alternative to the established Aus music press, with a focus on Brisbane. Meetings are held, where everyone stares blankly at everyone else. Drowned In Sound runs a series of articles asking “is music journalism dead?” 2011: Everett True brings in an array […]

 Everett True

What I did tonight instead of going to see The Veronicas play live

What I did tonight instead of going to see The Veronicas play live

I thanked whatever Lady you would like me to thank that I’m still blessed with some taste. I missed Hinds (I didn’t miss Hinds – I saw Hinds). But I missed Hinds. I stared blankly into blank inner space. I cheered myself for reaching a rating of 1500 on chess.com. I deleted someone from my […]

 Everett True

Yesterday and today: favourite songs of the Interweb (volume three)

Yesterday and today: favourite songs of the Interweb (volume three)

School was out. Now it’s back in again. The idea behind much of Collapse Board is to find new ways of presenting you with music you may not have heard before. Click on the high grades! These are the folk who’ve gone the extra mile. Click on the low! All taste is equal yet different. Grades […]

 Everett True

The return of Everett True | 123. Syster Darkwyne

The return of Everett True | 123. Syster Darkwyne

“Guys, come on … It’s not the 60s any more!” It’s not too much of a stretch to call Syster Darkwyne the Sex Pistols of Goth except of course The Sex Pistols went on to overshadow their particular genre whereas Sister Darkwyne failed to overshadow anyone except their own portentous and all too briefly lit egos. With a bitter […]

 Everett True

The return of Everett True | 122. Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks

The return of Everett True | 122. Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks

It was always going to take something pretty special for me to feature Stephen Malkmus in this series. This is it. See how good he still sounds when he actually has a decent song to sing?

 Ben Green

In Words: The Courtneys + Hinds + The Furrs @ Black Bear Lodge, 20.02.2015

In Words: The Courtneys + Hinds + The Furrs @ Black Bear Lodge, 20.02.2015

By Ben Green When it rains it pours. It’s one of those nights where Brisbane’s already marginal music vote is split, a full card of candidates rolling into town and setting up their soapboxes on opposite street corners. The elder axeman, the emo-glam queen, the scrappy next-big-things. Not to mention the cyclone bearing down. “You’ll […]

 Everett True

What I did last night instead of going to see J. Mascis play live

What I did last night instead of going to see J. Mascis play live

I like J. His laconic humour, his even more laconic guitar solos. I didn’t know he was playing until I saw some grunge types outside the Zoo, struggling their way through the cyclone-building rain. My first car park spot I vacated after spotting the sign that read “temporarily closed because of potential flooding due to […]