The return of Everett True | 160. Jenny Hval
When I operate at my fullest, my writing seduces musicians. I have never stated this explicitly before but I have never had to write about Jenny Hval’s new album before. It is the dance of seduction I am performing here, or one of the dances of seduction. I understand the power of the printed word. The […]
The return of Everett True | 159. Princess Chelsea
I arrive at this song from two directions. First, I research Princess Chelsea – a Kiwi lass I am vaguely familiar with – for a Guardian review. I had been intrigued by her in the past, and I am a fraction surprised to note she did not reach the heady heights of this series with […]
The return of Everett True | 158. Membranes
You see, some of us still remember the secret history of the 1980s. Not me. Most of it is blinding white light followed by blinding white light followed explosions of noise followed by the sound of puke splattering onto the pavement from the side of a taxi followed by useless imagination followed by a stage […]
The return of Everett True | 156. Slum Of Legs
We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What a beautiful day! We’re not scared. Uh-uh! Riot Grrrl Scary, caring Riot Grrrl. We can’t go over it. We can’t go under it. Oh no! We’ve got to go through it! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! Roar-rrrrah! We’re going on a song hunt. We’re going to find a great one. What […]
The return of Everett True | 155. Willow Beats
Hi there. I have another one for you. No wait, Where are you going? I can count to 1. ‘My Love’ is the greatest love song of the 1980s. Discuss. Who would have thought that BLANK BLANK would throw such a strange, long shadow? I like stuff that disorientates and comforts simultaneously. Kept on edge but […]
The return of Everett True | 154. Ravioli Me Away
Imagine if I lived in England still. I would be so happy, some nights. Imagine if I lived in England still. I would feel so miserable, isolated from all these wicked-cool people. Imagine if I lived in England still. The drum beats would sound like this. The keyboards would sound like this. The ominous shit would […]
SOTD #697 – Public Likes Pills
OH HI THERE. What have I been up to lately, you ask? Oh, nothing, really. No, I’m not hiding a knife behind my back. And no, I swear, I haven’t been cheating on you. Honest. In fact, I can assure you that I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone. No need to. Haven’t you read Ballard? […]
The return of Everett True | 153. Sacred Paws
Flung from pillar to post. All I know is all I know. I stopped listening to new music when I was 20, when it comes down to it. Go on then, define new. Doubtless, some people might be taken aback by this wonderful song by Sacred Paws. It is warming. It is fast but not […]
The return of Everett True | 152. Carly Rae Jepsen
The music I linked to yesterday is beautiful. My words, not so. No one clicked through anyway, because no one wants to know about stuff they’ve never heard of. They only seek reassurance, codification, the lure of the familiar. That’s OK. I’m the same, lots of the time. There was the results of that study […]
The return of Everett True | 151. Manyfingers
I no longer know what’s going on. (That sounds so final. Damn it. So melodramatic, self-serving. So self-obsessed.) This post is a shout-out to all the hours of silence, doing nothing. Staring at the wall. (So descriptive. Such a power with words. Such grasp of life’s possibilities.) Fingers idly tapping on the desktop, falling into […]
