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I’ve written about Allo Darlin’ before. And I’m sure I will again. But this song, everything about this song, the frame of reference that I can so relate to, the mentions of Bondi Beach and St Kilda and Talulah Gosh and The Maytals, the helplessness in the girl’s voice as she realises she’s singing about a future that can’t be foretold, the callow nostalgia, the mandolin, the minimal drumbeat…
Have a listen.
I know the song starts halfway through. It doesn’t matter.
My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music.
The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena.
I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.