The return of Everett True | 137. Fazerdaze
This is one lady. This is from New Zealand. This is the soundtrack of me drifting aimlessly. This reminds me of why mystery. This is all those rainy afternoons. This is beauty. It’s beyond me why it ain’t being hailed alongside lesser names. Don’t make sense. Beautiful voice, drenched in ennui and beauty and… this […]
The return of Everett True | 136. The Friendsters
Missed them at Happyfest. I had me a good time there, but… now? I feel like a right tart. Goddamn it. I left straight after Bent’s set to catch the bus. Fucking bus. I should’ve walked the 9.6km back to The Gap instead. It would only’ve taken around 100 minutes. Fucktard. Not only did I […]
The return of Everett True | 135. Ibibio Sound Machine
I nearly decided against this as a Song of the Day because my frame of reference is so slight. It’s not like I can’t describe it, though. African highlife, a smattering of the streetwise rhythms that made Tom Tom Club so intoxicating, repetitive beats continually shifting and changing and teasing: vocals that keep on and […]
The return of Everett True | 134. Primitive Man
I discovered this one via Neil Kulkarni’s regular dose of savagery over at F.U.N.K. Here’s what he says: ‘Scorn’ from 2012 revealed just what a unique slab of monstrous molten heaviosity this Portland 3-piece can cook up – the split 7/10/12″s that have come since with Xaphan, Hexis, Fister and Hessian have only deepened the […]
The return of Everett True | 133. Bitchratch
I’m going to hide behind my headphones here. Always ready with the quim quip, the supportive word. When did all that get reduced to this? Is this all I am: validation? Bind me tie me Chain me to the wall I want to be a slave To you all This one’s got a great tune, a […]
The return of Everett True | 132. Kendrick Lamar
I don’t normally like rap but this new Kendrick Lamar album is the greatest hip hop album I’ve heard since The Marshall Mathers LP. Of course it’s the only hip hop album I’ve heard since The Marshall Mathers LP. It’s a question of whether we should privatize the normal water supply for the population. And […]
The return of Everett True | 131. Gerald Keaney and the Gerald Keaneys
Today, I reviewed the new Vacant Valley compilation for The Guardian. Hopefully, that will be appearing online in a day or two. For now, though… well, you can think of this as an advance taste. A teaser, if you will. There are 23 tracks on the compilation, it merits four stars out of five (I am […]
The return of Everett True | 130. Dead Electric
It’s a thin line. I’m not sure I want to quantify it; I have a feeling it keeps moving. Association. That’s what I’d like to talk about here. No, not association. The way the line keeps moving. I’m not the person I was in 1993. I am the person I was. I’m not the person […]
The return of Everett True | 129. Kitchen’s Floor
Just a slice of malignant, malodorous, malnutritous magnificence to start the day. We’re going to be leaving Brisbane in a couple of months time, and there’s plenty I’ll miss. For now, I want to focus on the noise. Matt Kennedy’s been a constant, a reminder that not everyone is a smug happy pool-owner or inane stoned-out […]
The return of Everett True | 128. Nneka
Just randomly clicking, the way you do. I tend to go for female Afro hairstyles, just in case. Can’t lose that early 70s sensation. I wrote yesterday about the power of association when it comes to music: the way you associate certain sounds and phrasing with certain memories or images or feelings. Sometimes, these associations […]
