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Why Aren’t There More Kate Bushes?

 Everett True

Song of the day – 367: Naked (free download + essay on music criticism)

Presumably, the idea is to make yourself so boring when writing about music that your reader is forced to go and listen to the music in question as relief therapy.


A Love Letter to Tearist

At your most natural, you present us with something very different and quite unnatural in terms of how we view modern music.


Tearist – Living: 2009-Present (Thin Wrist)

The recordings here are fidgety and grainy, soaked in synths and effects. And it sounds as if many of these tracks were bashed out in a garage – all craggy, concrete walls and exposed brick that’s rough to the touch.

 Scott Creney

Fleet Foxes – Helplessness Blues (Sub Pop)

Helplessness Blues is 50 minutes of laments for one’s self in the face of shifting uncertainty, framed in endless soothing harmonies, an opiate of sighs.

 Everett True

that new Kate Bush video reviewed in full

Thought you might be interested.

 Everett True

kyü + Pikelet live @ The Old Museum, 29.10.10

I wrote a review of kyü’s recent Brisbane show for The Vine. You can find it here. Here’s the original version: slightly expanded, but not so well-edited.

 Everett True

Song of the day – 195: kyü

The blurb that comes attached to the shrink-wrap with the debut album from this Sydney duo states, rather ridiculously, “10 mind-bending tracks that will change the way you listen to pop music”. Assuming, one presumes, one has never listened to any of Kate Bush’s more ethereal work, or anything associated with certain female singers from […]


Kate Bush’s ‘Hounds of Love’ at 25

Whatever year you were born in, however old you are, pop music reached its zenith when you were 12 and 13. For me this was 1984 and 1985; a couple of years full of unforgettable and undeniable pop gems. 1985 was a seminal year for me as it was the first time I bought albums […]

 Everett True

Joanna Newsom live @ The Tivoli, 16.01.10

Joanna Newsom played a few weeks back in Brisbane. On occasion, she bordered on the magical: her voice slightly more reminiscent of Kate Bush then I recall it being before: the song about the daddy long-legs being particularly charming and lengthy (I might have dreamed the subject matter): the drummer in particular bringing his instrument […]