The return of Everett True | 141. The Ethical Debating Society
Music is for everyone. Music is for inspiration. Music is passion. Music is everyone. Music is fire. Music is life.
Music is change. Music is motivation. Music is magic. Music is. Music is unsettling. Music is anger. Music is a rhythm. Music is.
The finest song on the debut album New Sense from The Ethical Debating Society is called ‘Kill You Last’.* It stabs, it scars. It’s fiery. It’s inopportune. It breathes venom in the spaces between the guitar notes. It pummels a dischordancy into the brain. It rattles, it shakes. It’s brutal and Tegan sings like she doesn’t give a fuck for your opinion. It ain’t brutal, cos that’s more of a male descriptor. It’s jittery. It jolts. It’s super-fine and you can’t hear it yet. So you’ll have to imagine it. You can do that, right? You don’t need your hand holding in 2015, do you?
Never mind, we can do that too.
It’s punk. It speaks out of tune. It speaks out of turn.
It splits into disparate identities. It ricochets an agenda of change across your aural receptors.
If the band were covered arm to arm in tattoos doubtless they’d be hailed as the future. Am I allowed to do that? Am I allowed to hail them as the future despite their (and my) clear lack of the right insignia?
*Oh, aside from ‘Disasters I’ve Known And Loved’, which I’d love to hear expanded into an EP.