SOTD #702 – Thee Koukouvaya
People can disappear behind their creations. I used to – all day long, I’d run a story in my head, and act out the dialogue under my breath. Long walks shifted into expeditions to far away kingdoms and alternate dimensions; the playground transformed into an alien planet; my mom’s bed (never mine) was a prime […]
SOTD #699: Seconds
EEEEEEEEEEE. Can I throw myself at you? Where can I buy the magazines with your lovely selves pouting on the covers, with the juicy tell-all interviews inside? How else can I devour you? Seconds / JOYA Split LP by Seconds Seconds, they call themselves. Not the unit of time, but as in the serving after […]
The return of Everett True | 157. FFS
Russell’s voice from the right speaker. Alex’s voice from the left. Welcome to the next level. Collaborations don’t work/They don’t work/they don’t work. I don’t like films about film. I don’t like songs about songs. I love this. It’s arch and affectionate like my last cat Carla. It’s slinky like my first cat Slinky. It’s […]
The return of Everett True | 147. Young Fathers
I can’t deny it. I was put off by the fact they won the Mercury. Another alt-j, another M-People, another James Blake, another Gomez, another Elbow, another Klaxons, another Arctic Monkeys… that’s just what we need. Plus, a whole bunch of paid-for music critics rate ’em. (If you’re not aware that all paid-for music critics operate […]
The return of Everett True | 146. The Lovely Eggs
Like something from Wales. Wouldn’t it be great if this post was not digital, not virtual, but ‘real’ – and that by tracing a quill imbued with lemon juice over its seemingly empty spaces, the words and images and video slowly – so slowly – materialised into view, a word at a time. Magical. Mysterious. […]
The return of Everett True | 145. Junglepussy
I share this with you, in the hope that you too will start moisterising on a more regular basis, that you too will be “Fucking the mental while you strokin’ the soul, that’s what you call fucking self control”, that you too will understand the necessity of buying into consumer fads and fashions so you can start […]
The return of Everett True | 144. Low Life
Well. I must say. This is the one. All those nasty secrets you kept squirreled away inside of you, staring at the girls in their big leather boots, dreaming of the day you might be grown-up enough so they can beat the shit out of you. Eighties-Track Versace says, Speaking of Rihanna – one of […]
The return of Everett True | 143. Skating Polly
Some music gets it. Some music doesn’t get it. This gets it. The above song by Skating Polly reminds me more of Throwing Muses than the usual comparison points thrown their way. Wait a moment, please. These stepsisters have released three albums, and the three albums vary a fair whack and so I don’t want […]
The return of Everett True | 142. The Prodigy ft. Sleaford Mods
Some of us always heard The Prodigy behind them, in the rotten silences, in the beer-twatted halls. Everyone needs a fucking standard-bearer sometimes, covered in piss and sweat and baccy stains. It’s an answer to the strangled liberalism that binds so many in useless knots of discontentment. Prodigy are punks, from what I understand by […]
The return of Everett True | 141. The Ethical Debating Society
Time passes. Music is for everyone. Music is for inspiration. Music is passion. Music is everyone. Music is fire. Music is life. Music is change. Music is motivation. Music is magic. Music is. Music is unsettling. Music is anger. Music is a rhythm. Music is. The finest song on the debut album New Sense from The Ethical Debating Society […]
