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In Photos: J Mascis + Mick Turner @ Triffid, 07.03.2019

In Photos: J Mascis + Mick Turner @ Triffid, 07.03.2019

J Mascis plays a headline show at Triffid in Brisbane, with support from Mick Turner.

 Everett True

The return of Everett True | 130. Dead Electric

The return of Everett True | 130. Dead Electric

It’s a thin line. I’m not sure I want to quantify it; I have a feeling it keeps moving. Association. That’s what I’d like to talk about here. No, not association. The way the line keeps moving. I’m not the person I was in 1993. I am the person I was. I’m not the person […]

 Everett True

Song of the day – 536: Naomi Punk

Dull, laconic repetition. Three words that are not insults in my book.

 Everett True

Nirvana’s Nevermind, 20 Years Ago

It’s taken me nearly two decades to admit to liking Nevermind in public again. In celebration, I’ve decided to reprint my original review.

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Ty Segall + Tiny Migrants @ Woodland, 07.07.11

It was OK. It was a bit grungey, a bit punk.

 Logan K. Young

You’re Transgressing All Over Me: Yet Another Collapse Board Manifesto

We propose that all print rags be blown up and all boring SEO lists never be read again

 Everett True

Song of the day – 223: Mindy Misty

Grunge. Done badly, it’s horrendous. (I was going to link to a Silverchair video here, but thought better of it.)

 Everett True

Song of the day – 200: The Distractions

It’s great! Great, I tell you! None of the poignancy has been diminished by the passing years, only increased.

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redroomdreamers – Roosters On The Rubbish (Happy/Mopy)

I got an email the other day asking if I wanted to review a new album by an Italian indie outfit called redroomdreamers. I didn’t know anything about redroomdreamers – even after I read their bio, because I don’t do Italian and some things get lost in translation – but I said yes regardless and […]

 Everett True

Back when I was a working critic, part two

I’m trying to avoid working here, so here’s another excerpt. Taken from 2001, I believe. FRIDAY AUGUST 17 2001 Clever, friendly and articulate, I notice I have no memory of the events that transpired more than three days hence. The sun beats down upon a town of ingrates and foreign students, each more desperate than […]