10 Songs that should (but probably won’t) top triple j’s Hottest 100
The Guardian asked me to provide some suggestions as to what should be topping the Hottest 100 in Taylor Swift’s stead. Now, this was before my sudden – rather alarming – conversion to Taylor Swift’s new album 1989, otherwise I might just have voiced the opinion that many share: what the hell is wrong with Taylor […]
The return of Everett True | 64. Arre! Arre!
That’s how it works sometimes. I send a recommendation out there, my friends and readers pick up on it, and they send one back. Mutually beneficial. Sounds like an ad for a building society, doesn’t it? We go around in circles. We go around and round and round and round. No, that’s not me speaking. […]
The return of Everett True | 63. Bloods
It’s Kim Warnick. It’s Tobi Vail. It’s Corin Tucker. It’s Matrimony. It’s The Go-Go’s. It’s a taut coiled spring ready to pounce. It’s The Pleasure Seekers. It’s Blue Angel. It’s Patty Schemel. It’s repetition as a weapon. It’s The Donnas. It’s Bangs. It’s The Detroit Cobras. It’s autonomy. It’s Dolly Mixture. It’s Divinyls. It’s Dogtower. […]
The Blurst of Times 2014 @ The Zoo + Brightside, Brisbane 18.10.14
We accept you. We accept you. One of us. Weird how evenings turn out. I didn’t know there was a festival happening today, let alone a festival featuring much of the “independent” Australian music I like (Per Purpose, ScotDrakula, Babaganouj – all of whom I didn’t see because it’s a Saturday). This part is where […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Song of the day – 649: Bloods
Just a great fuckin’ rock’n’roll song from Sydney.
In Photos: Bloods + Major Leagues @ The Worker’s Club, Melbourne, 30.08.2013
By Justin Edwards Sydney’s Bloods launch their Golden Fang EP at Melbourne’s Worker’s Club, with support from Brisbane’s Major Leagues.
THE 9 BEST SONGS OF 2013 ACCORDING TO JAKE CLELAND
‘Beverly’ is total emotional obliteration. Turn up, switch off, cry, cry, cry.