The return of Everett True | 79. The Phi Mu Washboard Band
Clicked on this on a friend’s Facebook feed cos… well, how can’t you click on a photograph like this? And I trust Stephanie Goodman. The charm of this lies much in the way it is in no way overstated. Indeed, in its gentle love for music and reckless willingness to try its own hand at […]
The return of Everett True | 78. AC/DC
For a while, it was touch and go there. I didn’t realise it at the time. I was just a lad, rocking out at the local under-16s disco at the YMCA. Lad with testosterone, however late come – however insignificant next to all the other lads with testosterone. I wanted to ROCK. Disco didn’t do […]
The return of Everett True | 77. 7evenThirty
What am I? A recommendation service. Another link in a chain that probably has too many links, or maybe not. A casual observer. A non-participant. (How do folk who don’t participate, commment? That’s been one of the hardest readjustments in my Brisbane situation.) A cipher that frequently stutters upon translation. Faceless value. If you don’t […]
The return of Everett True | 76. The SMB (Steve Miller Band)
I’m a sucker on a 10-foot pole for tumbledown shit like this. Sometimes, all you want for it is to HURT. Amplifiers turned up till they’re overloading, guitars deep and primal and basic and messy, waves of aural goo goo muck slithering and sliming over everything they touch. Drums pounded like they’re the fucking enemy. Which […]
The return of Everett True | 75. Dalek I Love You
I try not to link back to the past too much in this series – broadly I agree with Ian MacKaye’s sentiments that no ‘classic’ music can hope to be as vital as music happening right now, today. That makes no sense, though, not in reality. How do you define music that’s ‘new’? Is it […]
The return of Everett True | 74. Crayola Lectern
I am way, way late here. (Note to self: mention where they can hear and/or buy album. Mention how fine the album is.) Somehow I manage to avoid writing about Chris every time the opportunity arises (perhaps out of a misguided inner sense of ethics – he is one of my closest friends and musical […]
The return of Everett True | 73. Sleater-Kinney
So how does Everett True feel about the news Sleater-Kinney has reformed, you may be asking yourself. 1. Everett True does not like the idea of bands – especially bands rooted in righteous fire and energy – getting back together, per se. Often, Everett True feels, the motivating factor is lack of inspiration, drive or money. […]
The return of Everett True | 72. Jack Ladder And The Dreamlanders
Of course I never paid attention when this band picked up homeland awards. I hold no truck with awards, see no rhyme nor reason to them. Bunch of self-important blowtards pretending they’re supporting something aside from their own egos. If anything, a band being ‘recognised’ by a bunch of self-serving industry nepotists is going to […]
The return of Everett True | 71. The Middle Ones
This is beautiful. Just the balm I need on this ugly, ugly day. Gives me reassurance about the world when I need it most. (And if you like this then you might well enjoy this too.)
The return of Everett True | 70. Fear Kittens
Still occasionally it’s ace being me. When folk don’t forget me. When folk link me. A trusted source suggests I may love Seattle’s Fear Kittens. They’re right. I do. Fear Kittens by Fear Kittens I mean, how couldn’t I? They remind me of (deep breath)… The Groceries, Ed’s Redeeming Qualities, Lesbo Pig, Maria And The Gay […]
