The return of Everett True | 155. Willow Beats
Hi there. I have another one for you. No wait, Where are you going? I can count to 1. ‘My Love’ is the greatest love song of the 1980s. Discuss. Who would have thought that BLANK BLANK would throw such a strange, long shadow? I like stuff that disorientates and comforts simultaneously. Kept on edge but […]
Peaches @ Max Watt’s, Melbourne 01.05.15
By Alexandra Duguid My feminist awakening was a slow burn. It probably started around the age of 15. Small things would happen to spur this along, usually musical discoveries. One of these discoveries was Ms. Merrill Nisker, more commonly referred to as Peaches. I discovered her when I was 16, with the release of her […]
Incredibly lazy journalism or just another lacklustre album?
In a recent thread on their Facebook page, Melbourne indie darlings Love Of Diagrams accuse me of some “incredibly lazy journalism” in my review of their fourth album Blast for The Guardian. They have since removed the comment. Well, it’s either that… or incredibly lazy songwriting on the band’s part. I understand that it must be […]
The return of Everett True | 114. Hierophants
I come to this via a slightly circuitous route. Some fine, nervy No Wave from Melbourne. Or is it some jumpy New Wave from Geelong? Doesn’t matter either way. You either understand my terminology – and if you’re here, there’s every chance you will. Or you don’t. But then, if you don’t, you’re probably not […]
Xylouris White – Goats, and live in January 2015 at Howler, Brunswick
Words: Boris van de Legende Melbourne’s had a long-term love affair with the Dirty Three, and a long history of Greek migration – the largest Greek population outside of Athens they used to say, or some such rubbish. Anyway, there’s lots of Greeks – I’m married to one, for example; I live in Melbourne, so the […]
The Coathangers @ The Tote, Melbourne 16.01.15
By Alexandra Duguid I love bold women. I love brazen women. I love loud women. Unforgiving, passionate and with a touch of ego. I love watching these women on stage, because it is everything I have ever wanted to be. Which is why seeing The Coathangers, an all-gal punk three-piece from Atlanta, Georgia, left such […]
The return of Everett True | 91. ScotDrakula
I don’t know why I continue this blog. No one reads it. It frustrates me no one reads it because I think the way I write it is both entertaining and sufficiently different to the majority of music criticism out there to be of note, and (more importantly) most of the music featured is SO […]
The return of Everett True | 76. The SMB (Steve Miller Band)
I’m a sucker on a 10-foot pole for tumbledown shit like this. Sometimes, all you want for it is to HURT. Amplifiers turned up till they’re overloading, guitars deep and primal and basic and messy, waves of aural goo goo muck slithering and sliming over everything they touch. Drums pounded like they’re the fucking enemy. Which […]