(This music is explicit. So this review is explicit. If that offends you in any way, FUCK OFF) I’ve been trying to write an intro paragraph here – something to prepare you for the radical Noon:30 and their unflinching sense of self – but my tongue keeps tripping. How do I recall that first shudder […]
Everett True’s 100 Favourite Songs of 2013. Yes, one hundred, and every last fucking song is genius.
Maybe that’s why I’m increasingly turning to Tasmania. I know what it’s like to be ignored.
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
So what does this tell us? That I still have a musical bone in my body? That we all reference from the familiar? That nothing is new? To my mind, it’s all about telling something true. And therein lies the spark.
Seweeeet!!! Thought stuff like this had died and gone to the pub. A rough jewel of integrity in a sea of overproduction and hype. ‘course they’ll never ‘get’ anywhere – and therein lies their beauty. Made my day. Thanks fir that. Thanks indeed.
Protest music like mainstream commentators keep saying doesn’t exist these days.