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 Scott Creney

The New Sound of Numbers – Invisible Magnetic (Cloud)

The New Sound of Numbers – Invisible Magnetic (Cloud)

TNSofN are first and foremost an art band

 Everett True

Song of the day – 636: The Garbage & The Flowers

Song of the day – 636: The Garbage & The Flowers

I think we can take it as read that my favourite part of The Velvet Underground is Mo Tucker. She used to send me Christmas cards. So obvious, I apologise.

 Wallace Wylie

The Quality of Music and The Conformity of Youth | Dwindling Album Sales Explained

The Quality of Music and The Conformity of Youth | Dwindling Album Sales Explained

The real problem that the industry is dealing with these days is the lack of cultural importance given to popular music and the fact that popular music no longer has the same unifying power as it used to.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 630: James X. Boyd & The Boydoids

Song of the day – 630: James X. Boyd & The Boydoids

Once again, Everett True is in love with modern music – the modern music of James X. Boyd & The Boydoids. And he feels alright.

 Scott Creney

Veronica Falls – Waiting For Something To Happen (Slumberland/Bella Union)

best listened to three minutes at a time. Like a bag of decades-old Smarties, an entire 36 minutes of consumption is guaranteed to sicken.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 541: Scott & Charlene’s Wedding

It’s The Velvet Underground. It’s empty beer cans crunched up on your shared driveway on a Sunday morning. It’s the sound of crickets chirping unmercifully all summer long.

 Scott Creney

Royal Baths – Better Luck Next Life (Kanine)

Better Luck Next Life is the sound of aristocratic decay. It’s spiritual exhaustion, the crumbling of an empire into petty, isolated camps of self-degradation.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 402: Tashaki Miyaki

Psychedelic shoegaze, some call it.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 389: Ourself Beside Me

This is a fine companion piece to 8 Eye Spy. I am beyond good and evil.

 Everett True

old grudges revisited: Courtney Love

But honey, you sure ain’t no Stevie Nicks. Or even Abba. Or evenThe Distillers.