The return of Everett True | 111. Law
Late night listening. Spooked. Stunning live, no doubt. You wouldn’t know what the hell had happened. I might leave this to your imagination. Too many conflicting images. Too many sounds occuring simultaneously. A time portal. A trap. Multiple possibilities, stunted and caught, trapped, in the headlight of time. You and me, sister. You and me. […]
The return of Everett True | 110. Colleen Green
Pop music. It wears a colourful paper clown hat and looks doleful. Pop music. It enjoys staring down all the fancy sweetmeats in that baker’s shop you never go into. Pop music. It chugs down beer and doesn’t forget to wipe its mouth afterwards. Pop music. It has a sardonic grin on its face, and […]
The return of Everett True | 109. Childish Gambino
I don’t know how much I like this song. It sounds a bit like Pharrell to me, with a couple of weird freaky dropping-out-of-the-middle bits, similar to the stuff XTC used to throw into their songs just to prove to us that we knew that they knew that they’re intelligent. (Don’t get me wrong. I like […]
The return of Everett True | 108. Fat White Family
Fuck damnit, I’m slow. Like, folk been talkin’ ’bout the Fatties for decades now. Same way folk been sayin’ that Taylor Swift album is really somethin’. Well, not the exact same way but similar, ya dig? With the newfound enthusiasm of the born-again pop/indie fan (delete as applicable). Like, somehow it’s being darin’ or risky […]
The return of Everett True | 107. The Pop Group
Let’s be honest for a second here. The Pop Group. They’re coming to Australia in the next couple of months, but not Brisbane. Y’bastards. Kenny G is still making records. Napalm Death is still making records. Ray Charles is still making records. Billy fucking dickhead is still making records. So why not a dose of […]
The return of Everett True | 106. Run The Jewels
I just want to hear everyone singing along with this. E-quality of the sexes! Sure, it’s juvenile. Lot of fun, too. Try working out to this and keeping a straight face at all the jiggling mounds of sweaty flesh pounding the floor around you. Yours, too. Especially yours.
The return of Everett True | 105. Björk (“Singing is like a celebration of oxygen”)
Damn. It’s out now. Did you hear? It’s been dancing through my imagination the last few days: spectral and decaying and melancholy and alert and focused on details far tinier than I recall – glistening and fleeting and soured with soaring strings and seared by emotion. Imperfect, the way sun dancing across dappled water always […]
The return of Everett True | 104. salyu x salyu
Sometimes, I’m in sync with the rest of the world. I take that back. Little, it seems, is known of the experimental Japanese artist/mainstream Japanese pop vocalist known as salyu x salyu. Certainly here. This, despite her connection with Cornelius. This, despite a YouTube video of a festival appearance with the Bank Band that’s attracted […]
The return of Everett True | 103. The Gooch Palms
Australia does trashy so well. That’s it. That’s the end of my Song of the Day for today. Click on the video, and if you like it and want to discover more then why not click on yesterday’s Singles Club post where a roundtable of Collapse Board sorts discuss this very same song. It’s enlightening! It’s […]
The return of Everett True | 102. Taylor Swift
This one has taken me by surprise. I was hoping stuff like this would happen – and it has, several times already – when I began this series a few short days ago. I didn’t expect it to come from this quarter, though. I had to go with this first: so immediate and so compelling. […]
