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 […]
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 – 597: Pins
Music like Pins comes dressed in layers. It’s chilly out there: chilly and unwelcoming, and we all need some form of uniform against the furnace of cold and disinterest.
