The return of Everett True | 26. Me And The Bees
Dude recommends me eight female-led bands from Barcelona. You think I’m not going to check out a tip like that? You crazy, crazy kid. First out the blocks is Me And The Bees. The name must’ve got me, or something. (Damn. I passed over “All female band. They sound like Raincoats or Malaria singing traditional Spanish […]
The return of Everett True | 25. Hallie And The Annies
…and the hits keep coming. Just a beautiful unruly restrained clattering pop song. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. Male-female harmonies and splendour and a whole bunch of humanity. A minimal guitar solo to ping the wooden boards up from your deck with and send hurtling down the road. Tunefulness and melody achieved through… ah, […]
A review of the latest ‘Pixies’ album, based only on its title
First, a disclaimer. I haven’t listened to any new ‘Pixies’ material – or even seen any pictures of their artwork/line-ups – since I saw their godawful reunion show at Brixton Academy in 2004, and watched the godawful, money-grabbing and dispiriting tour documentary that came out around the same time. Next, the title. Indie Cindy. Finally, the review. Folk […]
The return of Everett True | 24. As Ondas
More strange beauty from London. I’ve always been fascinated by fire, the shapes it takes. In Brisbane, I’ll stare into the embers of our stove fire for minutes on end, mostly believing in fire fairies. I love experimenting with the supply of oxygen, taking it right down to the minimum before watching the flames burst […]
The return of Everett True | 23. Priests
I got to. I just gotta. It’s a deviation from the main frame, I know. But for months – years, it seems like – I’ve been sitting on this beautiful brawling beast of an album called Bodies and Control and Money and Power, and I can barely resist the temptation to break out much longer. But […]
The return of Everett True | 22. Good Throb
A quote from Viv Albertine to start us, perhaps. “I want boys to come and see us play and think ‘I want to be part of that’. Not ‘They’re pretty’ or ‘I want to fuck them’ but ‘I want to be in that gang, in that band’. I want boys to want to be us…” […]
Dexys at the Roundhouse
I feel so privileged sometimes. Humbled. I feel so privileged, being me sometimes. Two hours before this show, I didn’t know it existed. My last night out in London. Don’t look to the past Jerry. You can’t recapture the past. Life is so wonderful sometimes. Humbling, startling. Two hours before, I was scrabbling around with […]
An evening with The Legend!
You missed out. Sorry, but that’s the bare truth of the matter. Here, have some reports. (Part one: the realisation.) “MOTHER! YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO DANIEL JOHNSTON! DON’T YOU KNOW THE KIDS CARE WHAT YOU WEAR?” (Neil Noon) Here, have some music. I heard this from the street before walking into Horse & Groom. […]
The return of Everett True | 21. The Ethical Debating Society
Well why not, I thought to myself. Why, well not express appreciation for anger and determination and fire and verve well expressed. Well, why not express appreciation for a voice that – man it could knock those seagulls down from those gutters where they spend their time plotting against those without helmets, such is its […]
The return of Everett True | 20. Rattle
I’ve been in London for a few days, hence the stutter in this series. Scared, intrigued, overwhelmed. This is little to do with London. Except that my new friend Petey – mother of a Skinned Teen – and I saw a couple of fine female bands (PINS, Shopping) play on the Camden Crawl last Friday, and […]
