Song of the Day #687 – Dogjaw
You lucky schmucks – this week you’ll get a new song of the day EVERY day. How sweet is that? Each of the following artists convened at one stellar house show in Athens on Thursday (and the wee hours of Friday, too). “So we went downtown, and we saw these ridiculous parking meters…” Meg of […]
The return of Everett True | 21. The Ethical Debating Society
Well why not, I thought to myself. Why, well not express appreciation for anger and determination and fire and verve well expressed. Well, why not express appreciation for a voice that – man it could knock those seagulls down from those gutters where they spend their time plotting against those without helmets, such is its […]
Song of the Day #686 – John Mouse
The new John Mouse record “The Death of John Mouse” on the Crocfingers label does it’s fair share of Britpop worship, but it’s the track “Ilka Moor” that stands heads and shoulders above the rest of the album. The album is single after single after single playing out like an album version of ‘Putting on the […]
The return of Everett True | 20. Rattle
I’ve been in London for a few days, hence the stutter in this series. Scared, intrigued, overwhelmed. This is little to do with London. Except that my new friend Petey – mother of a Skinned Teen – and I saw a couple of fine female bands (PINS, Shopping) play on the Camden Crawl last Friday, and […]
The return of Everett True | 19. Alison’s Birthday
This is me, right now. This is Alison’s Birthday. Spot the connection? Thought you would. It’s pretty fucking obvious really. I AM ON FUCKING FIRE. The difference between you and me is I have never doubted my own taste, not once. As someone from New Zealand put it: Allisons birthday is pretty neat. Go Shawty, […]
The return of Everett True | 18. Cruising
Everything is awesome. Everything is cool. I don’t know. Maybe it’s the jetlag kicking in full-time. Maybe I’ve missed the jetlag and the enforced sleep deprivation (so fucking different to the insistent sleep deprivation you get for years without end as a parent). Maybe I’ve missed the hangovers, and the knowledge that nothing will feel […]
The return of Everett True | 17. The Lovely Wars
I’m in England. I have no idea what that means, or if it’s important. I am glad to be here, though. It reminds me of Wales right now, it’s so green and verdant. The Lovely Wars are from Wales. I have no idea what that means either, or if it’s important. I suspect it is, […]
The return of Everett True | 16. Girlpool
It’s embarrassing, how little I’m aware of. It’s wonderful, how much great stuff is out there just waiting for that stone to be turned over. The trick? Trust folk, the right folk. Or, as Girlpool sing it, don’t get fucked by a fucked society. Here, go check the source. It’s The Cosmopolitans (a little) crossed with Teddy And […]
The return of Everett True | 15. Alice Boman
Today, a slight deviation from the source. Today, a recommendation from a most trusted friend. Today, a slight test for you. Try listening to these four versions, without hearing who they’re by. Now tell me, which do you prefer? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MU_2Ud9Q7Kk https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j54Yk3xSYx4 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_BiTkdX0-I0 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkpDDngb1Ew I ain’t sayin’ there’s a right or wrong way to answer this question. Stephen […]
The return of Everett True | 14. High Tension
Just some good old-fashioned low down and dirty parochial punk rock from Melbourne. I fuckin’ love it. (“Proper Music Journalism(TM)” © Everett True 2014). Imagine, all the fun I’d fuckin’ have if I ever left the fuckin’ house again. It probably increases your enjoyment if you’re familiar with the area but… well, fuck damn. You […]
