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.
The only question you need to hold in your head today is “Does it pass the Scrabble test”? Why yes. Yes, I believe it does.
Fuck’s sake. Where have all the men gone? Do men even make music any more?
It’s a shambles. A glorious shambles. In my brain, I’m slumped down on the stage, my head clasped in my hands.
Why do music fans have to be so reductionist. Does everyone HAVE to think the same way?
The nastiness, the blackness and bleakness, is a lot of the attraction.
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.
Scrabble + Kitchen’s Floor + The Legend! + Bremen Town Musician @ Noisepit, Highgate Hill, Brisbane 03.02.13
More punk than you’ll ever be, punk.