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The return of Everett True | 20. Rattle

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 […]

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The return of Everett True | 19. Alison’s Birthday

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, […]

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The return of Everett True | 18. Cruising

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 […]

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The return of Everett True | 17. The Lovely Wars

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, […]

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The return of Everett True | 16. Girlpool

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 […]

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The return of Everett True | 15. Alice Boman

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 […]

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The return of Everett True | 14. High Tension

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 […]

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The return of Everett True | 13. Manflu

The return of Everett True | 13. Manflu

Yesterday’s entry was such a find, I was seriously thinking of stopping the series again. But fuck it. I’m in England in three or four days time – first time in four years – and something needs to be done to keep the nagging fear away, feed the emptiness inside. This is nothing like, nothing […]

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The return of Everett True | 12. The Tuts

The return of Everett True | 12. The Tuts

Damn. I stop listening to my heartland music for a few short weeks, and… damn. All this wonderful music rushes out through the cracks in the pavement and rushes to comfort me in its warm embrace. I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I never should have doubted that music could ever stop making me so deliriously wonderfully riotously […]

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The return of Everett True | 11. Honeyblood

The return of Everett True | 11. Honeyblood

No prep time. I’m going in cold. I’m a sucker for sunflowers and lavender. There was a massive lavender bush outside the house in grew up in, in Chelmsford. About the only plant that survived the years. I bought Charlotte a sunflower the day Isaac was born (cost a fiver, I recall). I’m a sucker […]

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