Song of the day – 186: Eternal Summers
Here’s the MySpace.
Here’s the Blogspot.
And here’s the song.
Sometimes, I love being a blogger not a critic.
We’re a bit late this year (the story of our life) but it’s time…
Unaddressed allegations of racism, misogyny, violent abuse and bad behaviour. There’s a problem with…
You break up with your ex. You like them, but they’ve pushed the limits…
Ahead of the release of their new album, Five Rooms, their End of This…
Thursday 12 March 2020 and I’m at Sleaford Mods sold out show in Brisbane…
After moving from New Zealand to Melbourne in the early 2000s, Jess Cornelius found…
Spiderbait bring their ‘Tour in the Key of J’ show to Brisbane at the…
The end. Well, it’s as good a place to start as anywhere isn’t it?…
Midnight Oil play their final Queensland show at the Riverstage in Brisbane.…
BRIGHTON KOMEDIA: I have never felt very comfortable with my body. This feels like home.…
The opening song sounds like My Bloody Valentine. You may well be enthused by…
Last Thursday was a bit of a sad day for the Brisbane music scene.…
One of these days I will get around to updating my own blog site. …
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Here’s the MySpace.
Here’s the Blogspot.
And here’s the song.
Sometimes, I love being a blogger not a critic.
by Everett True
My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.