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The return of Everett True | 32. The See Gulls

The return of Everett True | 32. The See Gulls

Time to return to the source. I’m not going to lie to you. I ain’t even going to try to resist this. Why would I? They sound like they’re having such a great time singing. A fraction of me thinks “yay! Tunabunny!” when I hear the euphoric rush of joy that lies behind these over-excited, […]

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The return of Everett True | 31. The 16th Century + The Legend!

The return of Everett True | 31. The 16th Century + The Legend!

This is a little cheeky, I know. Trouble is, if I don’t write this, who else will? There’s little to no money to be made, documenting the underground. No one ever got rich putting out Legend! records. (Uh…) I can’t trust to other people’s taste or enthusiasm – if I could trust to other people’s taste […]

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The return of Everett True | 30. Son Bou

The return of Everett True | 30. Son Bou

Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to […]

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Real Bad Mixed Bag – a live review

Real Bad Mixed Bag – a live review

First up, I got to see this guy perform live – and I seriously was not expecting that. There’s no blood but the intensity of the emotion reminds me of early Neubauten or Nina Simone or someone: he has a trunk full of effects and delay and distortion pedals, and he’s not scared to use […]

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The return of Everett True | 29. Ela Stiles

The return of Everett True | 29. Ela Stiles

A slight diversion from my embarrassment of Spanish riches today, but well. Sometimes. You know? Sometimes. Sometimes you just got to enter the room two hours too late. This is better than when I saw the bats fly away from the balcony of the Old Museum. Better than a knight-alone checkmate when you’re black and […]

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The return of Everett True | 28. Arponera

The return of Everett True | 28. Arponera

Another drawn from the fast-becoming-legendary Facebook tip-off concerning Barcelona and bands and wonderment and spice. (Check back over the last couple of posts for the others.) I had a press release written round this somewhere – downloaded for free from the BandCamp site, alongside this wonderment of music – and I was going to translate […]

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The return of Everett True | 27. Brabrabra

The return of Everett True | 27. Brabrabra

…and still they keep tumbling through. I guess it helps that I appreciate the tuneless alongside the melodic. You can take either word as an insult if you so desire, but I don’t understand why you would. There’s a certain keyboard sound I will always go a bit doolally for (partly because it reminds me of my kitchen […]

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The return of Everett True | 26. Me And The Bees

The return of Everett True | 26. Me And The Bees

Dude recommends me eight female-led bands from Barcelona. You think I’m not going to check out a tip like that? You crazy, crazy kid. First out the blocks is Me And The Bees. The name must’ve got me, or something. (Damn. I passed over “All female band. They sound like Raincoats or Malaria singing traditional Spanish […]

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The return of Everett True | 25. Hallie And The Annies

The return of Everett True | 25. Hallie And The Annies

…and the hits keep coming. Just a beautiful unruly restrained clattering pop song. Nothing more and certainly nothing less. Male-female harmonies and splendour and a whole bunch of humanity. A minimal guitar solo to ping the wooden boards up from your deck with and send hurtling down the road. Tunefulness and melody achieved through… ah, […]

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A review of the latest ‘Pixies’ album, based only on its title

A review of the latest ‘Pixies’ album, based only on its title

First, a disclaimer. I haven’t listened to any new ‘Pixies’ material – or even seen any pictures of their artwork/line-ups – since I saw their godawful reunion show at Brixton Academy in 2004, and watched the godawful, money-grabbing and dispiriting tour documentary that came out around the same time. Next, the title. Indie Cindy. Finally, the review. Folk […]

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