The return of Everett True | 51. Sleaford Mods
I’m a bit slow here. Loads of people been making noise about this bunch for quite a fucking while. Here on this very site, for one. Held off, didn’t I? Not a fucking sheep now, innit? Fucking door nail. Dead as. Bang, bang. Course I love this. How can’t I? They’ve really got my fucking […]
The return of Everett True | 50. Eight Rounds Rapid
This is is is great. Art Brut meets ATV, with a touch of the old Wilkos. With a smattering of all those (rather scary) old ruffians: The Inmates, Nine Below Zero, Dr Feelgood. All that crowd, but in 2014. You need to understand. I’m an Essex boy. Some of me grew up on this music. And aggression […]
The return of Everett True | 49. Violet Swells
A little diversion away from the main frame. I hope you don’t mind. A passing fancy, an object so slight and ephemeral that if you stand at the wrong angle you might not see it at all for fear of the sunlight glancing off its sides. Yes, music has sides. On one level, it’s deeply in […]
The return of Everett True | 48. FKA Twigs
You see, shit like this really puts me off artists. For New Year’s Eve 2013, Young Turks threw a special party in Tulum, Mexico. Here, FKA twigs performs Hide amidst Mayan ruins. I mean, how’s this any better than promoting your local Australian music festival with Native American imagery and saying it’s cos you’re drawing “inspiration from a […]
The return of Everett True | 47. Perera Elsewhere
I like this description. I think it must be from the press release, it’s popped up in so many reviews. The 12-track Everlast focuses on “the corruption of organized religion, gender discrimination and technological advancements leading to human over-dependence”. I like this a lot. I like the album even more. It has an unsettling, darkly […]
The return of Everett True | 46. Maid Of Ace
There was this. And while I can’t vouchsafe for this, I can’t deny that the occasional public acknowledgement – once every 10 years, right now – does buck me up for a few minutes. I sometimes think about what I’ll say when Everett dies. Only ‘cos I’m obsessed with death. Or more acutely, what comes after and what’s […]
The return of Everett True | 45. DVA
I exist on the fringes of polite society. Sometimes I’m accepted. Sometimes I’m expected. More often than not, my dialogue plays out like this. There’s a bug in the machine. A virus. It stops shit from reaching you. I know it does. Every time we reach 47 seconds. It’s not a coincidence. Forty-seven seconds, and […]
LADY GAGA’S artRAVE | THE ARTPOP BALL @ Brisbane Entertainment Centre, 26.08.14
Words and photography: Everett True She is my new God. She understands that at the core we are all lonely, we are all lost and searching for meaning, however fleeting. She is willing to embody that meaning. She knows at heart we are all lost, bewildered children searching for the ultimate heavy metal lick. She […]
The return of Everett True | 44. For Food
Get this inside ya. You’ll feel better for it. Mental, as Ron Weasley would say admiringly. It reminds me of This Heat – their provocative, nerve-less, sparky, insurgent, refreshingly abrasive, ricocheting, noisy, relentless post-prog-punk – most of all, but as I’ve stated many times before, most everything does. I can hear washing machines in there. […]
Courtney Love, live in Brisbane, 2014
Words: Virginia Henslizley Photography: Everett True The mere thought of seeing Courtney Love live has me reverting. Reverting to the days of desertion at my familial home on the Sunshine Coast in which I’d spend afternoons post-school visiting forums defending Courtney Love from the erroneous lashings of Cobain worshippers. Statistically, those protective of Love were […]
