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The return of Everett True | 72. Jack Ladder And The Dreamlanders

The return of Everett True | 72. Jack Ladder And The Dreamlanders
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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 put me off them, not want to investigate them. I investigate bands when someone I trust tips me the wink, not when a bunch of strangers with vested interests get pompous on my ass and let me know they’ve decided that this is “good”. (Now, you tell me. How the fuck does a committee decide what is “good” or “bad” music? Is it down to the polish of the table?)


No. I paid attention cos I was following a few leads at a trusted source.

I figure, I like something they’ve featured and so I’ll probably like something else. And I do! Yay!

And I’m also struck by the similarities between this video (and style of music) with another video that I adore, play in class to students as an example of Sexuality in Music as Applied to My Conditioning.

Is it deliberate?

Decide for yourselves.

Of course, I’m reminded of Richard Hawley, and Eddie & Sunshine. Oh, and traipsing through rain-kissed Charing Cross streets in London with my shirt off and shaking from the adrenalin of good music; giant hula-hoops thrown into the crowd; the secret knowledge that I don’t belong in any of these crowds but they don’t belong either. Jack Ladder and his colleagues are from Sydney, I believe… not England at all. That’s OK. Sydney is as close Australia gets to certain sections of London. The shared houses. The rain on the streets. The traffic. The glow of the neon. The occasional flash of green. I always was a sucker for Soft Cell, for Dave Graney.

We’re talking lounge lizardsville. We’re talking fishers of men with their hooks to hand. We’re talking Jack Ladder, and he has moved on far beyond those old Nick Cave comparisons.

Music to swoon by.

Such an Australian male.

One Response to The return of Everett True | 72. Jack Ladder And The Dreamlanders

  1. CDH December 3, 2014 at 9:41 am

    See Everett, I’m not a huge fan of this ALBUM in itself. I was huge on Hurtsville for its Triffidsy guitar moments and really great glimpses of Australiana, without any hokey backward-gazing. What made that album so special were those heavy moments of guitar by Kirin Callinan – they were exciting and huge and incredibly enjoyable, while still fitting within each song.

    Playmates is a bit bland in comparison, in my opinion – the guitar is in the back of each song, behind the synth and drum machines. This isn’t to say that the live performance isn’t incredible, though – Kirin’s a great showman and all of his parts blend with every song, it’s like watching five performers doing their own thing while still remaining in the songs Jack Ladder (Tim Rodgers) has written.

    Recorded, though, it’s more of a straightforward synth-pop album done well – but did we really need another one of those?

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