The return of Everett True | 45. DVA
I exist on the fringes of polite society. Sometimes I’m accepted. Sometimes I’m expected. More often than not, my dialogue plays out like this. There’s a bug in the machine. A virus. It stops shit from reaching you. I know it does. Every time we reach 47 seconds. It’s not a coincidence. Forty-seven seconds, and […]
The return of Everett True | 44. For Food
Get this inside ya. You’ll feel better for it. Mental, as Ron Weasley would say admiringly. It reminds me of This Heat – their provocative, nerve-less, sparky, insurgent, refreshingly abrasive, ricocheting, noisy, relentless post-prog-punk – most of all, but as I’ve stated many times before, most everything does. I can hear washing machines in there. […]
The return of Everett True | the 10 most read entries in 2014 so far
I like this doing this, occasionally. I do wish Collapse Board had a few more readers so these results weren’t so skewed by friends of the bands, but there again… Here are the 10 most read entries in my return to Song of the Day in 2014 so far, as evidenced by Google Analytics. I’ll […]
The return of Everett True | 43. Nice Legs
Never understood the problem some of my former colleagues had in discovering cool (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) fine new music. You go on Facebook, boldly ask ‘friends’ to “recommend me some music” and within a few minutes your Facebook feed is awash with a miasma of eccentric and charming and noisy and heavy and intoxicating (great) (fresh) (exemplary) (entertaining) […]
The return of Everett True | 42. Neil Young
I’m not Neil Young. There are many reasons for this, not the least of which is that when I sing I don’t sound like a cranky Kermit the Frog. Also, I can’t fucking play electric guitar or manipulate feedback to save a noisy miner. But whatever. If I was Neil Young – and I so […]
The return of Everett True | 41. Gifted Gab
It’s cold up here. Cold and scary. Not outside. Inside. Inside my head. Listening to music like this makes me feel better. I don’t often listen to music these days. Too dark. Too cold. Listening to music like this makes me feel better, sparks associations, make me think fleetingly of catching cabs through Manhattan drunk, […]
The return of Everett True | 40. Wavy Spice
Just got to step into the distant past – 2012 – for a few moments here. Sometimes, shit is so good, you just gotta tell folk = no matter how far behind the timez. Damn. Goddddddamn. That’s it. End of post. Here’s yr other tip. It’s the same person, different persona.
Song of the Day #693 – Slum of Legs
Can you hear me? Are you with us? Are you an angel? I’m not an angel; I’m concrete. Adjust the signal. Turn the dial. FOCUS. Not every room in the Velvet Underground has been reclaimed, renovated, and rented out to unfeeling young men. Not every psychedelic vision has been reduced to cartoony sketches. Fiddles can […]
The return of Everett True | 39. Miley Cyrus
OMG, this is so amazeballs! Just give it 10 seconds, that’s all I ask. And then give it 10 hours. I’d never made the connection between Miley Cyrus and The Residents before.
The return of Everett True | 38. Bernays Propaganda
You hear stuff. And sometimes you hear stuff and it resonates. You don’t write stuff like this though. Strips the process of its magic, its allure. Adds maggots where none are asked for. I think I mean maggots. What’s the first question? Does it rock? Yes, it rocks. What’s the second question? Does it pass […]
