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 – 634: Cutss
Everything Cutss is, by necessity, distorted and repetitive, sensual and a little blurry. I’m not sure this equates with great sex but I like to think it might.