Song of the day – 657: Geese

I’ve been mostly asleep for close on five years now, so you’ll have to forgive me if I’ve missed some stuff over the past few years here.

This, for instance.

It came out in 2010. What was I doing in 2010? Nothing. Certainly not listening to this wonderfully bruised blister of sound and girl group harmonies and surf guitar. Damn it. They even knew enough to throw in a cover of Los Saicos.

I assume they all left town long ago – Melbourne, probably. Where else is anyone going to end up?

A quote? Sure.

Asleep at the wheel again, Everett True discovers the beautiful bruised beauty of Brisbane’s Geese three years too late.

I’ll leave you with this. Christ, I’m such a fucktard sometimes.

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.