Why Everett True is wrong: ‘They’re all out of step except my Johnny’
by Hannah Golightly
“They’re all out of step except my Johnny” is a saying my mother used sarcastically a lot to me and my brothers when we were kids. She was using a World War 1 saying describing when all the boys went to war and they would march through the streets of their town in a parade while their mothers and sweethearts waved them off with little white handkerchiefs. All in formation. All except for Johnny. My mother was under no illusions about her ‘Johnny’ and his brother and sister. In fact she actively encouraged it at times. So anyway, what on earth does this have to do with Everett True? Actually a lot. Pitchfork, NME, Rolling Stone – they are the troops. They march in formation. They know their place. They know what is required. They march to the beat … and then there’s Everett True, trailing slightly awkwardly behind with his iPod doing the music critic equivalent of some footwork from the Ministry of Silly Walks to the beat of some incredible band You’ve Never Heard Of. Moving forward with the rest of the troops none the less … Or all the more, depending on your point of view. That is what is wrong with Everett True.
But since I have no time for Pitchfork and read about three copies of the NME a year (almost as if I’m checking it’s still useless to me in the vain hope that maybe MAYBE this copy will have something decent in it, even if it’s just a mention of something I like or could be inspired by), well let’s just say with no shed of sarcasm that in my world they ARE all out of step except my Johnny and so I am grateful to Johnny for getting it right and leading his followers to victory – or at least to the good music. Regardless of convention, sales, demographics, marketing, industry-jargon-I-don’t-understand, airplay, advert soundtrack status, credibility, plausibility, shaggability or any of the usual reasons for coverage. Then there’s the coverage itself – all wrong! Barely recognisable in format, the written/typed word is done away with whenever necessary, it’s Alice Through The Looking Glass reportage- Just. Wrong. So I, like many others read it/see it/watch it/hear it/telepathically receive it/smell it/taste it. Pretty much. Rock writing without the writing. All wrong. Isn’t it great!
Scratch n Sniff music criticism? That’s gotta be wrong. But it’s True.