Why do you like Courtney Barnett?
Her name sounds like a firm of solicitors. It’s what I look for in an artist. She’s funny, she’s quite odd, she makes up words like emphysemin’, she writes lines like “and in the taxi home, I’ll sing you a Triffids song”, she’s quite nerdy in a way, which I like, but not self consciously […]
The return of Everett True | 129. Kitchen’s Floor
Just a slice of malignant, malodorous, malnutritous magnificence to start the day. We’re going to be leaving Brisbane in a couple of months time, and there’s plenty I’ll miss. For now, I want to focus on the noise. Matt Kennedy’s been a constant, a reminder that not everyone is a smug happy pool-owner or inane stoned-out […]
