So. You remember that rejected 33 1/3 chapter that Everett True posted on here back in September? Well, shorty after that, he posted on the Facebooks that he had a new idea for a book, and he needed writers FAST! Within a day, those who replied were shepherded into a new group called Rejected Unknown […]
There’s a part of me that always likes music like this. It’s the part of me I despise.
I say fuck youth when it’s this old, fuck fans if they’re this fucking stupid, and fuck happiness if it means the smug assurance that the middling will triumph whilst the revolutionary and revelatory will be impoverished & obliterated
A review of ‘Arc’ by Everything Everything that absolutely takes issue with everything the NME and the Tories stand for
The words come tumbling out of Jonathan Higgs’ mouth like so many bright bees, clouds and clouds of them buzzing about, so numerous and sharp such that their ingenuity, volume and ambition remind me of Joanna Newsom’s meticulous verses. He conjures up drone strikes, billionaires, footballers’ wives, broken war-heroes, landmines, volcanoes, rioters, pterodactyls, post-apocalyptic landscapes, revelatory visions. Not a waistcoat in sight.