The return of Everett True | 17. The Lovely Wars

I’m in England. I have no idea what that means, or if it’s important. I am glad to be here, though. It reminds me of Wales right now, it’s so green and verdant.

The Lovely Wars are from Wales. I have no idea what that means either, or if it’s important. I suspect it is, though – because I love the sound of the Welsh language, particularly when sung by a female vocalist.

The end.

Oh no. Wait. No, it’s not. This is what I love about Eurovision. Does that sound patronising? It’s not supposed to. It’s the way the voices lilt at the end of each verse, the slight but not futile obviousness of the melody which when typed out like that looks I say it like it’s a bad thing but it really isn’t, the sadness and hope in the lilt at the end of each verse, the slight 80s (OMD) sound to the electronic keyboard backing, the spaces before the ever-budding return of the verse, the breathiness in the vocal at the start of each line (I mean line not verse), the fact I am drawn in by the music and voice NOT the lyrical content, by the bass and twang, by the storm and seasons, by the rain on the patio. I have a feeling this may have come WAY recommended.

It’s classic (70s, 80s, 10s) pop and it is SO FUCKING WONDERFUL! “Proper Music Journalism(TM)” © Everett True 2014.)

Here, surly charlatan. Have a listen and believe. Or don’t believe. Just swoon.

And this one, almost even more and almost not quite. Both songs just so… just so… make me just so… just so… fucking HAPPY.

Just want to play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them and then play them over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

Go check the source.

This version is even more wonderful, if possible.

by Everett True

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.