Song of the day – 614: Fat Creeps
Everything is slightly confused and blurred like a Trafalgar Square night bus home.
Song of the day – 539: Burnt Palms
Summer is on the horizon, and Burnt Palms are just about the most perfect band to spend it with.
Music criticism as it could be
The garrulous flippancy ominously forebodes. I do forbid that their overly zealous residency finds a little frivolity in the sense that these lesbians aren’t shy of being gay or Canadian. And it shows.
Song of the day – 535: The Babies (+ album mini-review)
If you ain’t got the idea by now don’t come whining to me in 15 years time baby about how you missed out.
Everett True’s 64 Favourite Songs of 2012
Last year was sensational for music. This year was even more sensational.
The Babies – Our House On The Hill (Woodsist)
It’s a shame about the Babies. Come on feel the Babie-heads.
Single Of The Week: Future Twin – Bad Seed (self-released)
Sun, fun, shorts, shades, the beach, the party never stops and the caring never starts.
Song of the day – 448: Summer Twins
The music, I like – but you have to appreciate that these people are not my people.
Another great band gone. No one notices. No one cares.
They knew the fuck the importance of editing.
