Song of the day – 73: Broken Spells

Another group who’ve contacted me because of the Lust-Cats post. Shit, I ain’t complaining. There’s always room on top for one more nasty, stripped-bare garage band versed in the lessons of the blues wailers and a love for reverb. Two or three decades back, you’d know that these Provo dudes’ main source would be Monks via The Fall, or straight Cramps, but fuck it all if they ain’t quite obviously gone straight back to the source with their battered old fucken sweet-sounding 60s organ and mainline Jesse Mae and Chuck Berry direct. Damn, I’d be out creating a whole scene of my own if this bunch of bearded recalcitrants and social misfits were in my town.

The song I’m groovin’ on is ‘Power Blinker’ – you can find that, and loads more besides at their MySpace page.

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.