The return of Everett True | 30. Son Bou

Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to me that he steal my ideas interview me for this newNirvanacashinbook Twee, I refused – on the basis of his title alone.
I mean, good on him. I guess.
I once drove 10 hours straight from Rockhampton – two screaming kids in the back for the last two hours – so I didn’t miss my support to The Vivian Girls. Well, you wouldn’t want to, would you? Whatev’s dude. Here’s the music.
And here’s the Bandcamp.
It all sounds perfectly fresh to me. Fresh, like that rekindled fire you’ve failed to stoke for years now. Some songs are bigger than other songs. But isn’t that always the way? This one is biggest, by some distance.
si estoy angustiado
me hundo entre espinas
estoy seco y no puedo llorar
deséame suerte
aunque no me haga falta
humilde y sin prisa me voy
cuando haces ruido
te saltas las normas
veo que tienes
la cara marcada
tiemblas muerto de frío
patatas cocidas, saladas,
que saben a mar
saben a mar
oigo un zumbido
mi sangre se hiela
si estoy angustiado
me hundo entre espinas
cuando haces ruido
te saltas las normas
oigo un zumbido
mi sangre se hiela
Sounds like a band that sounds like a band that sounds like Shop Assistants.
if I am in trouble I sink among thorns ‘m dry and I can not mourn wish me luck but do not miss me humble and I’m slowly when you make noise you skip the rules I see you have the side marked died of cold shiver boiled potatoes, salt, who know the sea know the sea I hear a buzz My blood freezes if I am in trouble I sink among thorns when you make noise you skip the rules I hear a buzz My blood freezes
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by Everett True
My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.