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 Everett True

Song of the day – 182: Pigeonhed

I have an awful lot of time for Seattle’s Steve Fisk, and not only because a) people have mistaken us for brothers, b) he’s the only man alive I know that’s grumpier than me, and c) I once appeared in a pick-up band alongside him and our cartoonist buddies Peter Bagge and Eric Reynolds playing […]

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Song of the day – 162: Dolly Mixture

There’s a new Dolly Mixture box set out. Hand on heart, I’m not sure you’ll be purchasing it. It’s 20 quid, which doesn’t seem so bad for three CDs, 56 songs, a 32-page booklet and sweet Mod packaging, and it includes the Demonstration Tapes album and all the singles and B-sides of course, and it’s all […]

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Song of the day (Australia) – 143: Venom P. Stinger

OK. Day two of my tribute to becoming Australian, and this group have significance for me. I’m sure my pal David Nichols can remind me of this, but when he found himself at a loose end for those crucial 12 hours in London on a stopover back from Olympia, WA to Melbourne in 1985, and […]

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Song of the day – 125: Soda Fountain Rag

I’m going to hate myself when I wake up tomorrow and remember that I’ve posted songs from TWO cutie bands, but… I love this almost than I love the Allo Darlin’ cover. Or is it more? Perhaps it’s more? No, I think it’s almost. Perhaps. Who knows? Can I go obscure on your asses? Please […]

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Song of the day – 98: Woom

Holy crap! (The following is taken from Drowned In Sound.) Xiu Xiu’s tourmates, Woom, are tremendous, right now. In fact, they’re so obviously Everett True’s Favourite New Band in the World, someone should tell him. Yes, the net result of their influences (or, more accurately, their raw intuition) ends up somewhere like Young Marble Giants, […]

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Song of the day – 60: Lust-Cats of the Gutters

As I’ve stated before, I’m riotously easy to please. As I’ve stated before, you want me to hear your music? Send me a link to an MP3 or your MySpace page. Don’t bother your cute honey ass with money-wasting promo CDs and international postal rates. Lust-Cats of the Gutters will never be this great again. […]

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Spotlight – 29: Kitchen’s Floor

As I said somewhere else just now, I keep forgetting how much I remain in love with the thrill of live music. Blame it on my age. Whatever. At least I know my limitations. Oh maybe I shouldn’t. Or maybe I don’t. Oh maybe I just want to FUCK AND GET HIGH FUCK AND GET […]