Real Bad Mixed Bag – a live review
First up, I got to see this guy perform live – and I seriously was not expecting that. There’s no blood but the intensity of the emotion reminds me of early Neubauten or Nina Simone or someone: he has a trunk full of effects and delay and distortion pedals, and he’s not scared to use […]
The return of Everett True | 29. Ela Stiles
A slight diversion from my embarrassment of Spanish riches today, but well. Sometimes. You know? Sometimes. Sometimes you just got to enter the room two hours too late. This is better than when I saw the bats fly away from the balcony of the Old Museum. Better than a knight-alone checkmate when you’re black and […]
The return of Everett True | 28. Arponera
Another drawn from the fast-becoming-legendary Facebook tip-off concerning Barcelona and bands and wonderment and spice. (Check back over the last couple of posts for the others.) I had a press release written round this somewhere – downloaded for free from the BandCamp site, alongside this wonderment of music – and I was going to translate […]
R.I.P. Tommy Ramone 1952-2014
R.I.P. Tommy Erdélyi, the last remaining member of the original Ramones line-up. He passed away last Friday (11/07/14), aged 62. He had been suffering from bile duct cancer. The drummer and producer (he also played a mean guitar) was very decent to me when I was writing my Ramones biography Hey Ho Let’s Go: talking extensively to […]
The return of Everett True | 27. Brabrabra
…and still they keep tumbling through. I guess it helps that I appreciate the tuneless alongside the melodic. You can take either word as an insult if you so desire, but I don’t understand why you would. There’s a certain keyboard sound I will always go a bit doolally for (partly because it reminds me of my kitchen […]
The return of Everett True | 26. Me And The Bees
Dude recommends me eight female-led bands from Barcelona. You think I’m not going to check out a tip like that? You crazy, crazy kid. First out the blocks is Me And The Bees. The name must’ve got me, or something. (Damn. I passed over “All female band. They sound like Raincoats or Malaria singing traditional Spanish […]
The return of Everett True | 25. Hallie And The Annies
…and the hits keep coming. Just a beautiful unruly restrained clattering pop song. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. Male-female harmonies and splendour and a whole bunch of humanity. A minimal guitar solo to ping the wooden boards up from your deck with and send hurtling down the road. Tunefulness and melody achieved through… ah, […]
A review of the latest ‘Pixies’ album, based only on its title
First, a disclaimer. I haven’t listened to any new ‘Pixies’ material – or even seen any pictures of their artwork/line-ups – since I saw their godawful reunion show at Brixton Academy in 2004, and watched the godawful, money-grabbing and dispiriting tour documentary that came out around the same time. Next, the title. Indie Cindy. Finally, the review. Folk […]
The return of Everett True | 24. As Ondas
More strange beauty from London. I’ve always been fascinated by fire, the shapes it takes. In Brisbane, I’ll stare into the embers of our stove fire for minutes on end, mostly believing in fire fairies. I love experimenting with the supply of oxygen, taking it right down to the minimum before watching the flames burst […]
The return of Everett True | 23. Priests
I got to. I just gotta. It’s a deviation from the main frame, I know. But for months – years, it seems like – I’ve been sitting on this beautiful brawling beast of an album called Bodies and Control and Money and Power, and I can barely resist the temptation to break out much longer. But […]
