The return of Everett True | 89. The Smith Street Band
This one goes out to my 21-year-old self, fucked up on alcohol. This one goes out to my 31-year-old self, confused and scared on the streets of San Francisco. This one goes out to Stephen Sweet, for spending the night awake in a chair jammed against the hotel room doorknob. This one goes out to […]
The return of Everett True | 88. Madonna
I’m going for the obvious one here, not the one that sounds a little like ‘House Of The Rising Sun’ and a little like bad Gaga. And not the one that rather lazily references the Illuminati, spoiling what otherwise would be a corking good dance track. (It’s a bit ‘Vogue’, but damn – you think […]
The return of Everett True | 87. GFOTY
Studiously alienated nostalgia in fast reverse, like Cristina exposed to the post-PacMan generation: all those squidgy sped-up Chipmunk’d possible vocals in the background. Posh, like disdain. She speaks better, and more coherently, and more incisively than me. Defeatist, like QT. GFTOY stands for Girlfriend of the Year. Bobby presumably is the former paramour who doesn’t […]
The return of Everett True | 86. Azealia Banks
Look at all the comments underneath this video. Most every single one is pitting her against another female rapper – usually Nicki Minaj or Iggy Azalea. Or perhaps Brooke Candy. Lady Gaga, even. Like there really isn’t room for more than one female in rap or hip-hop or pop music, whatever you want to call it. […]
Hookworms – The Hum (Weird World)
Well, I do feel obligated to report on Hookworms’ progress before the year ends, given that our chief hypemonger confessed a junky-like addiction to their roller coaster debut (or really, just the opener) last year. And seems the bloke would shout down a megaphone to the masses about how much a song can move him […]
The return of Everett True | 85. Broncho
Sometimes you just choose songs that you know will make you feel good when you listen back to them. The ones that lift your spirits. The ones that deserve words like ‘ebullience’ and ‘infectious’ thrown around in their vicinity. (Here! Quick! Catch! Don’t let it… oh, too late. Ah look. No worries. it bounces.) Sometimes […]
The return of Everett True | 84. Perfume Genius
Scratch the heart of any Pitchfork reader and you’ll find a Bowie fan. As I was flipping through the channels, quite by chance, I came upon the start of his video and after hearing a few bars of it, I was completely hooked. It took me back to when that picture of me was taken, […]
The return of Everett True | 83. Klaus Johann Grobe
Everyone’s a winner, babe. Everyone’s a winner. It makes me choke, my taste. Choke over. Even when it’s someone else’s. For years, I helped define the notion of ‘cool’ in music. You think you can cast off that skill so easily? You’d be wrong. This is great. A motorik beat, a playful refrain, a touch […]
The return of Everett True | 82. Gazelle Twin
Now, I’m assuming most of my readers are way ahead of me here. That’s fine. Amuse yourselves while I imagine the cold. Brrr. Man, it’s chilly in here. Chilling. A wind sweeps my bones and washes them into a sea all the more black for not existing. Meanwhile, malcontents malinger and spit no sense. The belly splits […]
