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Folk tell me they’re killer. I can well believe it. This shit from Oakland CA is off the hook! Like The Detroit Cobras or Best Coast, only brutal and way more fuzzed. Like Dracula having a monster party. Total distortion on a total love for the girl group harmonies of the Sixties. Total enthusiasm, and a rasp. Give me a weird hug, and we’ll remain best of friends… least till someone more fascinating comes your way. Or maybe it’s Pebbles? Who know, and who the fuck cares.
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.
One Response to Song of the day – 229: Shannon And The Clams
One Response to Song of the day – 229: Shannon And The Clams