The return of Everett True | 37. Princess Nokia
One more from the source. I’m whistling soundlessly in the dark here, aren’t I? The mix tape I keep dreaming of doesn’t exist. I know I could create my own. That’s not the point, is it? Here’s the link to the music. Beautiful and… just whistling soundlessly. There’s more. There’s always more. Aren’t you glad […]
The return of Everett True | 36. Hospitality
It takes me a while to get round to listening to stuff, y’ understand? Especially when bands seem to compete to find the most anonymous name around, like they should be embarrassed about what they do. After all, it’s only music. Not a real job. This song. Well, they had me from the opening 2 seconds, […]
The return of Everett True | 35. Ye Nuns
I dunno. Sometimes man, I feel obsolete. This is from the press release. On paper, Ye Nuns are a tribute band. An all-girl celebration of The Monks, proto-krautrock garage punkers formed by a gang of American GIs stationed in Germany who legendarily sported tonsures and nooses on stage. But Ye Nuns are more than a […]
The return of Everett True | 34. Beyoncé
Thought I’d be honest with you. This is what I listen to in my moments of strength. I was reminded of this particular song last night by a student linking to Frank Ocean. I like Frank Ocean, particularly when he quits trying to be so damn soulful. I like Beyoncé a whole bunch more. Here’s what […]
The return of Everett True | 33. Stanley Brinks & Freschard
The whole album Pizza Espresso offers relief, balm. It chugs along gently. It won’t intrude – and thus won’t make you happy, joyous – unless you let it. It blossoms with melody and personality. There is room to enough for you to stay and sup, if you want. Or you can just turn your back. […]
The return of Everett True | 32. The See Gulls
Time to return to the source. I’m not going to lie to you. I ain’t even going to try to resist this. Why would I? They sound like they’re having such a great time. A fraction of me thinks “yay! Tunabunny!” when I hear the euphoric rush of joy that lies behind these over-excited, highly […]
Song of the Day #692 – Ruins of Krüger
Imagine a desk. A desk full of promo CDs, thin glass cases and paper sleeves lined in tiny towers like a mini metropolitan sprawl. Are you sitting at this desk? Good. Stand up. Now, with one arm (two if you’re a wimp), sweep off everything. What is this clatter, reeling far away from the center? […]
The return of Everett True | 31. The 16th Century + The Legend!
This is a little cheeky, I know. Trouble is, if I don’t write this, who else will? There’s little to no money to be made, documenting the underground. No one ever got rich putting out Legend! records. (Uh…) I can’t trust to other people’s taste or enthusiasm – if I could trust to other people’s taste […]
The return of Everett True | 30. Son Bou
Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to […]
The return of Everett True | 29. Ela Stiles
A slight diversion from my embarrassment of Spanish riches today, but well. Sometimes. You know? Sometimes. Sometimes you just got to enter the room two hours too late. This is better than when I saw the bats fly away from the balcony of the Old Museum. Better than a knight-alone checkmate when you’re black and […]
