Song of the day – 368: Jeremiah Jae

This dude’s ‘Rappayamatantra’ EP has been drifting in and out of my consciousness, as I gently freak over a piece of my past having been revealed that I knew nothing about, and it’s been really attracting/soothing me.

It reminds me of some of Steve Fisk’s woozier/hazier experiments with Pigeonhed, Johanna Buccola too, and I can still smell a little bit of the residue of the dope cloud hanging over Tricky’s bed when I interviewed him in NYC 1996 sporting purple nail-varnish (me, not Tricky) and a jackhammer hangover, but this cat is his own cat, dig? I know (pinches fingers real hard) this much about him, but I’m guessing there’s a Brainfeeder connection going on somewhere, cos this one cool press dude  in the UK continues to send me this weird/fine shit despite the fact Collapse Board rarely writes about such. Wish it was more.

That’s it. No personal anecdotes … oh wait, one. No fancy hype. Just fine and fucking strange sampledelic music. It’s become the norm that I always mention Kid Koala whenever I enjoy such unfettered fun music as this. So be it.

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.