The return of Everett True | 54. Leggy
Move along. There’s nothing not for you to like here. There’s nothing you won’t have heard before, either. There’s no need for that drawn face, though. Back in the 90s, the crucial divide was between Veruca Salt and The Breeders. Which side of the line did you fall on? Did you even know there was […]
The return of Everett True | 53. Meghan Trainor
Wow. Someone could write a thesis around gender discrimination and wanton bullying misogyny just based around the comments for this song. Number one in the States. Fucking good on ya, you (marginally) altered States. Dear sloppy fat girls, please stop co-opting the curvy bootylicious thing. You’re fat and gross not hot. You’re not Jlo. Yours Truly, A […]
The appeal of the WRONG! in pop music special
Final lecture in KMB003 (Sex Drugs Rock’N’Roll) this semester. Always a happy-sad occasion. There’s no denying the music, though. What better way to go out with an Appeal of the WRONG! in pop music special? INTRODUCTION MUSIC 1. Robyn – Dancing On My Own 2. Wah! – The Story Of The Blues (I didn’t actually […]
Daniel and Lauren’s all-time favourite songs, September 2014
Noted Australian music critic Jake Cleland paid a fleeting visit to our house the other day while he was in town for Big Sound: stopped for a beef curry and a muted chat, you could tell he was in the middle of industry convention lock down mode and the change of pace threw him some, […]
A response to ‘For Whatever Reason’ | A photograph of Plan B and Careless Talk Costs Lives magazines from 2001-2009
My Facebook feed has been full of commentary following my repost of Annie Gardiner’s excellent ‘For Whatever Reason…’ (Access) (an installation of copies of NME magazine from 1989-2008). My response is above (the piles lying: male-female-both). This, I feel is WAY more representative of music being made during the 2000s than that piles of NMEs. But who […]
Editorial from The Legend! #4, 1985
At the start of this year, I started a Tumblr blog and began posting recollections there – half-remembered, faceless – of events that had happened to me in the past. My friend Vincent Vanoli drew some wonderful illustrations to accompany the vignettes – being French, occasionally a word would become lost in the translation but that […]
The return of Everett True | 52. Los Animalitos Del Bosque
More recommendations from the promised city, Barcelona. I mean, Jesus fuck does my contact there have my number or what? This description of his kills me. I was prepared to make this a Song of the Day before I even listened to a note. LOS ANIMALITOS DEL BOSQUE: they are like Ramones or Barracudas for […]
The return of Everett True | 51. Sleaford Mods
I’m a bit slow here. Loads of people been making noise about this bunch for quite a fucking while. Here on this very site, for one. Held off, didn’t I? Not a fucking sheep now, innit? Fucking door nail. Dead as. Bang, bang. Course I love this. How can’t I? They’ve really got my fucking […]
The return of Everett True | 50. Eight Rounds Rapid
This is is is great. Art Brut meets ATV, with a touch of the old Wilkos. With a smattering of all those (rather scary) old ruffians: The Inmates, Nine Below Zero, Dr Feelgood. All that crowd, but in 2014. You need to understand. I’m an Essex boy. Some of me grew up on this music. And aggression […]
The return of Everett True | 49. Violet Swells
A little diversion away from the main frame. I hope you don’t mind. A passing fancy, an object so slight and ephemeral that if you stand at the wrong angle you might not see it at all for fear of the sunlight glancing off its sides. Yes, music has sides. On one level, it’s deeply in […]
