Everett True

Song of the day – 469: Meat Thump

Punk rock, and attitude, and … shit, this shit is *fucked up*, you feel me?

 Everett True

Song of the day – 444: Stag (something wonderful from the 10s)

Brisbane. It’s scrappy. It’s hot. Our idea of entertainment is to have our photograph taken with Santa in the local shopping mall. Yet it’s home.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 443: Scraps

I can only imagine what this plaintive, personal, playful music would feel like in the company of some drunk people and little ventilation.

 Carmen Juarez

an interview with Joel Stern

I don’t buy that whole kind of “Brisbane is shitty” thing. At the level of underground activity, I’m really positive about this place.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 318: 8 Eye Spy

Some fine skewed Chinese femme-led No Wave.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 185: Sky Needle

Without a doubt, Joel Stern is one of my very favourite Brisbane people. He’s enthusiastic, forward-thinking, righteous, good-humoured (so that’s four counts he’s got me trumped on, then). He regularly puts on evenings of improv, noise, punk, esoterica and just plain weird shit at his seemingly omnipresent Disembraining Machine (you can find recordings of every […]