I’ve been in London for a few days, hence the stutter in this series. Scared, intrigued, overwhelmed. This is little to do with London. Except that my new friend Petey – mother of a Skinned Teen – and I saw a couple of fine female bands (PINS, Shopping) play on the Camden Crawl last Friday, and […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
I can’t listen to this album unless it’s late at night or early in the morning, ’cause normal daylight doesn’t do it justice.
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
Sometime soon, I need to wake myself up. This abject surrender, this kissing with my eyes open, serves me no good whatsoever.
There’s not much room for ‘fun’. No room for pom poms and a nihilistic refrain chanted ad nauseum like it’s a game. It’s straight down the line fucked upness, which is appropriate given the album is wedded so tightly to a heart that’s been badly burned.
My only complaint about The White Stripes was that the band weren’t composed of two Meg Whites.
Here are a selection of the different photographs, designs and logos we were looking at for the first cover of Plan B Magazine. Most of these weren’t serious contenders: some of the visuals were drawn from Careless Talk Costs Lives, used so we could mock up dummy designs; The Von Bondies weren’t ever a real […]
Holy crap! (The following is taken from Drowned In Sound.) Xiu Xiu’s tourmates, Woom, are tremendous, right now. In fact, they’re so obviously Everett True’s Favourite New Band in the World, someone should tell him. Yes, the net result of their influences (or, more accurately, their raw intuition) ends up somewhere like Young Marble Giants, […]
OK. This is me written out for the day. Back to my research. White Hinterland – Kairos From where I’m seated, I’d like everything to sound like the soundtrack to Where The Wild Things Are. Everything doesn’t. That’s fine. I’m happy for music to bewitch, too. I like the fact Arthur Russell had a second […]