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Song of the Day #694 – Junglepussy

Song of the Day #694 – Junglepussy

By Virginia Henslizley Brookyln’s Junglepussy ain’t just a rapper – she’s a healing property. Her iridescent skin consistently drenched in essential oils or sweat, her commanding stature and commanding words; she stands at six-foot tall, her raps contain motifs from her personal teachings, with her debut release Satisfaction Guaranteed playing out like a self-help guide […]

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The return of Everett True | 52. Los Animalitos Del Bosque

The return of Everett True | 52. Los Animalitos Del Bosque

More recommendations from the promised city, Barcelona. I mean, Jesus fuck does my contact there have my number or what? This description of his kills me. I was prepared to make this a Song of the Day before I even listened to a note. LOS ANIMALITOS DEL BOSQUE: they are like Ramones or Barracudas for […]

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The return of Everett True | 51. Sleaford Mods

The return of Everett True | 51. Sleaford Mods

I’m a bit slow here. Loads of people been making noise about this bunch for quite a fucking while. Here on this very site, for one. Held off, didn’t I? Not a fucking sheep now, innit? Fucking door nail. Dead as. Bang, bang. Course I love this. How can’t I? They’ve really got my fucking […]

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The return of Everett True | 50. Eight Rounds Rapid

The return of Everett True | 50. Eight Rounds Rapid

This is is is great. Art Brut meets ATV, with a touch of the old Wilkos. With a smattering of all those (rather scary) old ruffians: The Inmates, Nine Below Zero, Dr Feelgood. All that crowd, but in 2014. You need to understand. I’m an Essex boy. Some of me grew up on this music. And aggression […]

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The return of Everett True | 49. Violet Swells

The return of Everett True | 49. Violet Swells

A little diversion away from the main frame. I hope you don’t mind. A passing fancy, an object so slight and ephemeral that if you stand at the wrong angle you might not see it at all for fear of the sunlight glancing off its sides. Yes, music has sides. On one level, it’s deeply in […]

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The return of Everett True | 48. FKA Twigs

The return of Everett True | 48. FKA Twigs

You see, shit like this really puts me off artists. For New Year’s Eve 2013, Young Turks threw a special party in Tulum, Mexico. Here, FKA twigs performs Hide amidst Mayan ruins. I mean, how’s this any better than promoting your local Australian music festival with Native American imagery and saying it’s cos you’re drawing “inspiration from a […]

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The return of Everett True | 47. Perera Elsewhere

The return of Everett True | 47. Perera Elsewhere

I like this description. I think it must be from the press release, it’s popped up in so many reviews. The 12-track Everlast focuses on “the corruption of organized religion, gender discrimination and technological advancements leading to human over-dependence”. I like this a lot. I like the album even more. It has an unsettling, darkly […]

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The return of Everett True | 46. Maid Of Ace

The return of Everett True | 46. Maid Of Ace

There was this. And while I can’t vouchsafe for this, I can’t deny that the occasional public acknowledgement – once every 10 years, right now – does buck me up for a few minutes. I sometimes think about what I’ll say when Everett dies. Only ‘cos I’m obsessed with death. Or more acutely, what comes after and what’s […]

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The return of Everett True | 45. DVA

The return of Everett True | 45. DVA

I exist on the fringes of polite society. Sometimes I’m accepted. Sometimes I’m expected. More often than not, my dialogue plays out like this. There’s a bug in the machine. A virus. It stops shit from reaching you. I know it does. Every time we reach 47 seconds. It’s not a coincidence. Forty-seven seconds, and […]

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The return of Everett True | 44. For Food

The return of Everett True | 44. For Food

Get this inside ya. You’ll feel better for it. Mental, as Ron Weasley would say admiringly. It reminds me of This Heat – their provocative, nerve-less, sparky, insurgent, refreshingly abrasive, ricocheting, noisy, relentless post-prog-punk – most of all, but as I’ve stated many times before, most everything does. I can hear washing machines in there. […]

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