The return of Everett True | 34. Beyoncé
Thought I’d be honest with you. This is what I listen to in my moments of strength. I was reminded of this particular song last night by a student linking to Frank Ocean. I like Frank Ocean, particularly when he quits trying to be so damn soulful. I like Beyoncé a whole bunch more. Here’s what […]
The return of Everett True | 33. Stanley Brinks & Freschard
The whole album Pizza Espresso offers relief, balm. It chugs along gently. It won’t intrude – and thus won’t make you happy, joyous – unless you let it. It blossoms with melody and personality. There is room to enough for you to stay and sup, if you want. Or you can just turn your back. […]
The return of Everett True | 32. The See Gulls
Time to return to the source. I’m not going to lie to you. I ain’t even going to try to resist this. Why would I? They sound like they’re having such a great time. A fraction of me thinks “yay! Tunabunny!” when I hear the euphoric rush of joy that lies behind these over-excited, highly […]
Song of the Day #692 – Ruins of Krüger
Imagine a desk. A desk full of promo CDs, thin glass cases and paper sleeves lined in tiny towers like a mini metropolitan sprawl. Are you sitting at this desk? Good. Stand up. Now, with one arm (two if you’re a wimp), sweep off everything. What is this clatter, reeling far away from the center? […]
The return of Everett True | 31. The 16th Century + The Legend!
This is a little cheeky, I know. Trouble is, if I don’t write this, who else will? There’s little to no money to be made, documenting the underground. No one ever got rich putting out Legend! records. (Uh…) I can’t trust to other people’s taste or enthusiasm – if I could trust to other people’s taste […]
The return of Everett True | 30. Son Bou
Hey there. Missed me? Some old-fashioned pop music for you today. (We’re talking 90s, or 2009 at least.) It’s all fuzzy and warm and effervescent. They call it twee and shit, like that ain’t a put down. And maybe it isn’t in Spanish, who knows?All I know is that when some corporate journo suggested to […]
The return of Everett True | 29. Ela Stiles
A slight diversion from my embarrassment of Spanish riches today, but well. Sometimes. You know? Sometimes. Sometimes you just got to enter the room two hours too late. This is better than when I saw the bats fly away from the balcony of the Old Museum. Better than a knight-alone checkmate when you’re black and […]
The return of Everett True | 28. Arponera
Another drawn from the fast-becoming-legendary Facebook tip-off concerning Barcelona and bands and wonderment and spice. (Check back over the last couple of posts for the others.) I had a press release written round this somewhere – downloaded for free from the BandCamp site, alongside this wonderment of music – and I was going to translate […]
The return of Everett True | 27. Brabrabra
…and still they keep tumbling through. I guess it helps that I appreciate the tuneless alongside the melodic. You can take either word as an insult if you so desire, but I don’t understand why you would. There’s a certain keyboard sound I will always go a bit doolally for (partly because it reminds me of my kitchen […]
The return of Everett True | 26. Me And The Bees
Dude recommends me eight female-led bands from Barcelona. You think I’m not going to check out a tip like that? You crazy, crazy kid. First out the blocks is Me And The Bees. The name must’ve got me, or something. (Damn. I passed over “All female band. They sound like Raincoats or Malaria singing traditional Spanish […]
