Everett True in the UK, part two – London
“I didn’t listen to pop music growing up,” he reveals. “If I listened to music, it would be something classical”
Everett True in the UK, part one – Southampton
“Most music critics are reading other music critics to find out what they should like”
Song of the day – 246: The Dirtbombs
Damn. The Dirtbombs have a new album coming out. Damn. You know how exciting that is? Damn. Have you actually heard it? DAMN!
Song of the day – 213: La Mômo
Worthing’s answer to the delicate, frayed English pop of Robert Wyatt – only shaken up and down, given a good stomping and bashed about gleefully
Jonathan Richman
In response to a request from a friend on Twitter, I’ve collected together some of my more recent writings about Jonathan. And from tomorrow, you can listen to an incredible early demo of ‘The Morning Of Our Lives’ over here. ——————————————————————————————————————————– (from Plan B #18, originally printed in The Stranger) I first heard Jonathan Richman […]
Song of the day – 179: Otouto
Folk over here (notably themselves) compare this Melbourne trio’s delicate and intelligent dance music to Bjork, Young Marble Giants, Arthur Russell and Laurie Anderson… but I don’t really hear any of that. The oblique and faintly awkward grooves, the summery feel of the constantly changing percussion, the minimal repetition, the constant throwback to insidiously vaguely […]
notes from an email to an organiser of Sound Summit…
…I’m happy for you to come up with the questions, thanks Chris. The dialogue between myself and Shaun Prescott over the Washington review is interesting, gratuitous personal insults aside. He thinks it’s pointless to focus on the mediocrity that always exists (and I can understand that attitude because it means less space is actually given over […]
Song of the day (Australia) – 149: The Birthday Party
No explanation required here, I hope. The interview that follows the video is lifted from Careless Talk Costs Lives #6 – which came out in January 2003 (split cover with Erase Errata because we figured Nick to be a little too well-known to command the cover just by himself). I think the order of it […]
Song of the day – 54: The Moonbears
It’s very 1975, like I imagine Todd Rundgren to sound but I bet he doesn’t. I don’t know why I don’t find this more surprising. Should I? Any mention of The Moonbears always brings back memories of a memorable evening in Brighton – at my adopted local, the Prince Albert – where they showed up […]
Song of the day – 45: The Slits
Well, duh. I finally purchased the reissue of The Slits’ first album Cut – with a little hesitation, truth be told, as I already own various versions of it several times – and Powers alive, if the eight-track demos on the bonus CD don’t sound even better than the original. (As Jack Endino wryly remarks on […]