Song of the day – 327: Herman Düne

There’s a new Herman Düne album out. Holy crap, what? There’s a new Herman Düne album out? Whoa, fuck. I’d rip the whole fucking beast for you out of sheer excitement except a) I’m not going to. Whoa, fuck. A new Herman Düne album. No. I don’t think you understand. This is a MAJOR EVENT in the True Household, equivalent only to a new Harry Potter movie or chess club. Or meatballs. 

They have more harmonious fans than your band, for sure. Even at shitty music industry conferences.

I refuse to write about the new album. Not yet, anyway.

There’s a new Herman Düne album out. It’s called Strange Moosic, according to my iTunes folder. Whoa, fuck.

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.