Bedroom Suck doesn’t | five years on
Music that doesn’t suck. There’s a Bedroom Suck compilation out: BSR5. It’s there to celebrate five years since the label was started by two discontents living in the steamy undergrowth of Brisbane, 27 tracks featuring… well, I’m guessing it features some fucking great Australian music. (I ain’t heard it, you understand.) Not much of a guess […]
The return of Everett True | 60. CactusDemonDoom
They say: Post-punk garage rock infused with a little Moontrekkers madness. I say: I like it! Nice indeed. Though I suspect I might like it even more, infused with a little Moonrakers madness. They say: Alternative punk that is kinda weird with pop catchy melodies. I say: They’ve nailed that right, even inverted. Sometimes they go […]
The return of Everett True | 59. Vacation Club
The fuck you say. From the label that brought you Thee Open Sex. Vacation Club “Heaven Is Too High” by Vacation Club They say: Vacation Club’s debut full-length HEAVEN IS TOO HIGH fries you blind with a most pleasant and poisonous cocktail of psych-pop. The Indiana four-piece delivers infectiously poppy bubblegum chewed up and spit […]
The return of Everett True | 58. Marianne Faithfull
I’m going to preface this entry with a comment someone left on something I wrote about The Drones a while back. Yeah, I like the Drones but their songs depict the world as a cold, uncaring, violent place and people associate that with authenticity. One review says Gareth Liddiard, “tells it like it is.” But […]
The return of Everett True | 57. The June Brides
Isaac’s playing his viola now, so I’ve stopped listening to the music. The viola seems appropriate, this is The June Brides. Earlier today, I was asked what sort of music I play at home with the three children. I replied that I rarely do, we don’t need the noise competition. Lauren likes to sing her rhymes, […]
The return of Everett True | 56. The Popguns
The second song on their new EP reminds me of the last Hole song I ever liked, ‘Malibu’. We’ve been here before, but I make no apologies. Wendy’s voice still gets me – tears me apart – 25 years on. And maybe it gets me even harder these days, because it reminds me of all […]
The return of Everett True | 55. Duck Duck Chop
Goddamn. A two-piece from Melbourne who remember This Heat with the same fondness as me. Probably not so old as me, though – so they’ve never had the privilege of arguing with skinheads heckling This Heat playing live, nor of having the person next to them stabbed for being too lippy. But they sure understand the […]
The return of Everett True | 54. Leggy
Move along. There’s nothing not for you to like here. There’s nothing you won’t have heard before, either. There’s no need for that drawn face, though. Back in the 90s, the crucial divide was between Veruca Salt and The Breeders. Which side of the line did you fall on? Did you even know there was […]
The return of Everett True | 53. Meghan Trainor
Wow. Someone could write a thesis around gender discrimination and wanton bullying misogyny just based around the comments for this song. Number one in the States. Fucking good on ya, you (marginally) altered States. Dear sloppy fat girls, please stop co-opting the curvy bootylicious thing. You’re fat and gross not hot. You’re not Jlo. Yours Truly, A […]
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 […]
