The return of Everett True | 48. FKA Twigs
You see, shit like this really puts me off artists. For New Year’s Eve 2013, Young Turks threw a special party in Tulum, Mexico. Here, FKA twigs performs Hide amidst Mayan ruins. I mean, how’s this any better than promoting your local Australian music festival with Native American imagery and saying it’s cos you’re drawing “inspiration from a […]
The return of Everett True | 47. Perera Elsewhere
I like this description. I think it must be from the press release, it’s popped up in so many reviews. The 12-track Everlast focuses on “the corruption of organized religion, gender discrimination and technological advancements leading to human over-dependence”. I like this a lot. I like the album even more. It has an unsettling, darkly […]
The return of Everett True | 46. Maid Of Ace
There was this. And while I can’t vouchsafe for this, I can’t deny that the occasional public acknowledgement – once every 10 years, right now – does buck me up for a few minutes. I sometimes think about what I’ll say when Everett dies. Only ‘cos I’m obsessed with death. Or more acutely, what comes after and what’s […]
The return of Everett True | 45. DVA
I exist on the fringes of polite society. Sometimes I’m accepted. Sometimes I’m expected. More often than not, my dialogue plays out like this. There’s a bug in the machine. A virus. It stops shit from reaching you. I know it does. Every time we reach 47 seconds. It’s not a coincidence. Forty-seven seconds, and […]
LADY GAGA’S artRAVE | THE ARTPOP BALL @ Brisbane Entertainment Centre, 26.08.14
Words and photography: Everett True She is my new God. She understands that at the core we are all lonely, we are all lost and searching for meaning, however fleeting. She is willing to embody that meaning. She knows at heart we are all lost, bewildered children searching for the ultimate heavy metal lick. She […]
The return of Everett True | 44. For Food
Get this inside ya. You’ll feel better for it. Mental, as Ron Weasley would say admiringly. It reminds me of This Heat – their provocative, nerve-less, sparky, insurgent, refreshingly abrasive, ricocheting, noisy, relentless post-prog-punk – most of all, but as I’ve stated many times before, most everything does. I can hear washing machines in there. […]
The return of Everett True | the 10 most read entries in 2014 so far
I like this doing this, occasionally. I do wish Collapse Board had a few more readers so these results weren’t so skewed by friends of the bands, but there again… Here are the 10 most read entries in my return to Song of the Day in 2014 so far, as evidenced by Google Analytics. I’ll […]
The return of Everett True | 43. Nice Legs
Never understood the problem some of my former colleagues had in discovering cool (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) fine new music. You go on Facebook, boldly ask ‘friends’ to “recommend me some music” and within a few minutes your Facebook feed is awash with a miasma of eccentric and charming and noisy and heavy and intoxicating (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) […]
The return of Everett True | 42. Neil Young
I’m not Neil Young. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is that when I sing I don’t sound like a cranky Kermit the Frog. Also, I can’t fucking play electric guitar or manipulate feedback to save a noisy miner. But whatever. If I was Neil Young – and I so […]
The return of Everett True | 41. Gifted Gab
It’s cold up here. Cold and scary. Not outside. Inside. Inside my head. Listening to music like this makes me feel better. I don’t often listen to music these days. Too dark. Too cold. Listening to music like this makes me feel better, sparks associations, make me think fleetingly of catching cabs through Manhattan drunk, […]
