Song of the day – 373: The Peelies

“Why haven’t these been a Song of the Day yet then?”asks one of my favourite sources for femme-pop recommendations.

I dunno. Because I’m a dobo? A bodo? A bozo? Because no one tipped me off about them before now? Anyway, that’s easily rectified. Here we go.

Now you know as much as me. Here’s the Band Camp (where you can buy a mini-album). Here’s the MySpace. You check either of those links out, and then you’ll know more than me. That is, if you grab the bit that says they’re from Montreal (and hence sing in French), and that they like to clatter and splat and laugh.

Man, it’s so easy to be an expert these days, right?

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.