The return of Everett True | 130. Dead Electric
It’s a thin line. I’m not sure I want to quantify it; I have a feeling it keeps moving. Association. That’s what I’d like to talk about here. No, not association. The way the line keeps moving. I’m not the person I was in 1993. I am the person I was. I’m not the person […]
The return of Everett True | 129. Kitchen’s Floor
Just a slice of malignant, malodorous, malnutritous magnificence to start the day. We’re going to be leaving Brisbane in a couple of months time, and there’s plenty I’ll miss. For now, I want to focus on the noise. Matt Kennedy’s been a constant, a reminder that not everyone is a smug happy pool-owner or inane stoned-out […]
The return of Everett True | 128. Nneka
Just randomly clicking, the way you do. I tend to go for female Afro hairstyles, just in case. Can’t lose that early 70s sensation. I wrote yesterday about the power of association when it comes to music: the way you associate certain sounds and phrasing with certain memories or images or feelings. Sometimes, these associations […]
The return of Everett True | 127. Connections
I was listening to a podcast Charlotte was playing to our children in the car. The question “What sounds do you like, and why?” was asked of some seven-year-olds. The replies were illuminating. “I like the sound the waves make, as they crash on the beach at the end of a sunny day.” “I like the […]
The return of Everett True | 126. LCD Soundsystem
Being a contrarian, I switch off when other critics start forming clusters, mind-sets. I like to think I can figure it out for myself. Often, I can. It’s the American critics who wind me up most. In the U.K., most critics have some form of sense of humour, a pluralism, about what they do. Least, the ones […]
The return of Everett True | 125. Hinds
I have no idea if they’ll remain this good the whole time the four ladies, the two ladies, are together. It seems near unbelievable they could be. But there again, there’s Kim Deal. If you don’t get this video on any level, if you do not understand this music just one nano-second of a nano-second, if you do […]
Song of the Day #696: Bad Daddies (w/ BONUS)
So. I’m really fucking tired of hearing folks ask questions like “has music stopped moving forward?”. It implies we only care about music as an art form, and that innovation is the only way to measure its merits. Fuck that. We also listen to music for visceral pleasure, to establish our differences, to distinguish our […]
The return of Everett True | 124. The Furrs
I enjoy having no frame of reference. Well, little. This is from a tradition of music that I have little familiarity with. Having lived here in Brisbane for close on seven years now, I am of course aware of certain musical irregularities in this country’s past. Sharpies. The boogie scene that spawned AC/DC and the […]
The return of Everett True | 123. Syster Darkwyne
“Guys, come on … It’s not the 60s any more!” It’s not too much of a stretch to call Syster Darkwyne the Sex Pistols of Goth except of course The Sex Pistols went on to overshadow their particular genre whereas Sister Darkwyne failed to overshadow anyone except their own portentous and all too briefly lit egos. With a bitter […]
The return of Everett True | 122. Stephen Malkmus and the Jicks
It was always going to take something pretty special for me to feature Stephen Malkmus in this series. This is it. See how good he still sounds when he actually has a decent song to sing?
