Kimbra. No. No, don’t Kimbra. Please don’t.

Got to love pop artists who love Nina Simone. Without exception they miss EVERYTHING that made sweet fierce Nina so great. I suppose that’s what happens when you only hear music when you’re buying skinny lattes in a Melbourne Starbucks. Just because you’re good at warbling your scales in the bathroom doesn’t mean your music has substance.

Kimbra. She’s like Lykke Li, only really fucking perky.

This is what she thinks music should sound like. Nice to hear she’s lifted Nina’s backing in its entirety and just slapped her perky voice over it: kind of like she knows triple j listeners could never like music that could connect on any sort of level except novelty.

And this is what it COULD sound like.

See also Icehouse … I mean, Goyte.

by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.