By Everett True I wrote this several months ago. The Guardian had started up in Australia, and I was suggesting several different series to them, one of which would focus on notable Australian albums. They liked the idea, but eventually decided not to run with it. Sadly, this review slipped through the cracks while the […]
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
If everyone sings like they’re hungover, and if all the instruments sound very vaguely woozy and splatted with alcohol, it’s because they very probably are.
Sleater-Kinney with a sense of humour but no loss of girl-girl power
Most everything is fractured. This is good.
Presumably, the idea is to make yourself so boring when writing about music that your reader is forced to go and listen to the music in question as relief therapy.
I’m happy to terrify others grandmothers but wasn’t so sure about terrifying my own.
I dunno. Whenever I see the words “vintage styled West Coast pop”, my heart sinks. It usually means some asshole or other getting all postmodern on the Beach Boys’ widescreen asses
1. The Walker Brothers – Nite Flights The Walker Brothers were a huge Sixties sensation, arguably bigger than The Beatles in the UK for a while in their heyday. As with many boy bands in the Sixties, fame didn’t last forever and they split ways in 1967. Probably due to poverty more than anything they […]