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 Everett True

Another One Of Those Days: Everett True’s July 2000 journal

I want a little glamour around my presence: glamour is the last thing I possess right now. I don’t know if I’ll ever recapture that mood again.

 Everett True

10 Most Read Entries on Collapse Board, 19.04.11 – 27.04.11

They’re kids. Not Disney kids or showbiz kids or even kids with a dream. They’re kids with nightmares. They’re nightmare kids who know life’s a nightmare.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 331: Scritti Politti

When this song first showed up on the NME tape cassette collection C81, it seemed like just about the most perfect pop song yet created. Context. Context! CONTEXT!

 Cheri

‘Class’ of 2011

It’s like writing a hit on toilet behaviour; it happens but we don’t have to make a song or dance about it.

 Everett True

Everett True does not like Kings Of Leon

Someone was accusing me of going soft on Kings Of Leon the other day. Bangs wept! I CANNOT have such aspersions cast on my professional integrity. The following is for him, my faceless accuser. Reprinted from Something Awful, 19/11/10.

 Jean Encoule

An Oral History Of Crime

I thought, since we were called CRIME, we should feature famous criminals on our posters! First, a series of war criminals, then gangsters, then serial killers, and so on. So, I thought we should start off with Hitler…

 Everett True

some fallout from the Faster Louder article

If folk like Sophie really are seeing Faster Louder as a career path, a stepping stone to the next stage, my only question would be: a stepping stone to what? To fucking what?

 Everett True

a 10 point survival guide for music critics in web 2.0

You are a critic. Not a fan. Not a blogger. Not a hack. A critic.

 Everett True

Arcade Fire, Vampire Weekend and the pernicious influence of Pitchfork

If there’s a better argument for demanding the immediate shutdown of Pitchfork than the rise and rise of Vampire Weekend and Arcade Fire, I’m not sure I want to hear it.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 280: Pris

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely stupid.