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 Mike Turner

SOTD #722 – Mandy

SOTD #722 – Mandy

This song of the day came to me via their PR company. I usually just find my own songs without trying, but this track found its way into my inbox, and without a press person pitching this I’d probably never have heard it, and that would have been a real shame. Mandy is the band […]

 Everett True

The return of Everett True | 97. Twerps

The return of Everett True | 97. Twerps

I’m more familiar with this type of music than I ought to be, but that’s hardly Twerps fault. Which leaves me in somewhat of a quandary. How should I describe this, without resorting to a list of names that would bore even me? (Some way too obvious, some The Pastels, one Twelve Cubic Feet.) That doesn’t […]

 Ben Green

Dick Diver – Calendar Days (Chapter Music)

Dick Diver – Calendar Days (Chapter Music)

They don’t describe forests, or even trees, but the feel of bark and the sound of leaves and then leave the rest for you.

 Everett True

The Wedding Present + Seja + Eversons @The Zoo, Brisbane 02.03.13

Imagine Flight Of The Conchords in a long passionate embrace with a dazzling diaspora of Clean fans.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 550: Zebra Hunt

It’s like having your own personal Bats, your own personal Clean, your own personal Jesus, in your living room

 Erika Elizabeth

Obligatory backwards-gazing for 2012

I have a total soft spot for the Breeders-patented formula of sweet female vocals over crunchy guitars

 Everett True

Song of the day – 446: Coasting

We’re talking The Vivian Girls stripped of the 60s West Coast stuff and with layers of mid 80s Dunedin stuff added in its place.

 Scott Creney

Coasting – You’re Never Going Back (M’Lady)

If The White Stripes had been obsessed with Flying Nun instead of the blues and Led Zeppelin, it would have sounded like this. For someone like me, it’s absolute heaven.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 407: Dick Diver

Songs are sweet minutiae are sweet inspiration.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 300: The Clean (mini-live review)

I doubt if there’s a single person here who undervalues The Clean’s beauty, their vivid guitar storms punctuated by trebly guitar excess and bursts of down-home, deprecating humour.