The return of Everett True | 147. Young Fathers
I can’t deny it. I was put off by the fact they won the Mercury. Another alt-j, another M-People, another James Blake, another Gomez, another Elbow, another Klaxons, another Arctic Monkeys… that’s just what we need. Plus, a whole bunch of paid-for music critics rate ’em. (If you’re not aware that all paid-for music critics operate […]
The return of Everett True | 146. The Lovely Eggs
Like something from Wales. Wouldn’t it be great if this post was not digital, not virtual, but ‘real’ – and that by tracing a quill imbued with lemon juice over its seemingly empty spaces, the words and images and video slowly – so slowly – materialised into view, a word at a time. Magical. Mysterious. […]
The return of Everett True | 145. Junglepussy
I share this with you, in the hope that you too will start moisterising on a more regular basis, that you too will be “Fucking the mental while you strokin’ the soul, that’s what you call fucking self control”, that you too will understand the necessity of buying into consumer fads and fashions so you can start […]
The return of Everett True | 144. Low Life
Well. I must say. This is the one. All those nasty secrets you kept squirreled away inside of you, staring at the girls in their big leather boots, dreaming of the day you might be grown-up enough so they can beat the shit out of you. Eighties-Track Versace says, Speaking of Rihanna – one of […]
The return of Everett True | 143. Skating Polly
Some music gets it. Some music doesn’t get it. This gets it. The above song by Skating Polly reminds me more of Throwing Muses than the usual comparison points thrown their way. Wait a moment, please. These stepsisters have released three albums, and the three albums vary a fair whack and so I don’t want […]
The return of Everett True | 142. The Prodigy ft. Sleaford Mods
Some of us always heard The Prodigy behind them, in the rotten silences, in the beer-twatted halls. Everyone needs a fucking standard-bearer sometimes, covered in piss and sweat and baccy stains. It’s an answer to the strangled liberalism that binds so many in useless knots of discontentment. Prodigy are punks, from what I understand by […]
The return of Everett True | 141. The Ethical Debating Society
Time passes. Music is for everyone. Music is for inspiration. Music is passion. Music is everyone. Music is fire. Music is life. Music is change. Music is motivation. Music is magic. Music is. Music is unsettling. Music is anger. Music is a rhythm. Music is. The finest song on the debut album New Sense from The Ethical Debating Society […]
The return of Everett True | 140. Beverly
I’m feeling fuzzy this evening. The meds must rilly be kickin’ in. Fuzzy and warm and like I’d been out huggin’ with the ladies. This morning I was feeling fuzzy too. I keep havin’ this same dream about a house, an apartment – with some weird secret passage that leads over the roofs, and an empty […]
The return of Everett True | 139. WetDog
I found this on the Upset The Rhythm homepage. You might want to give it a listen, cousins. It might not excite you. I don’t care, really. It makes me happy, bounce to the ceiling. It makes me happy, sit on my glasses. It makes me happy, sprawled across grass. It makes me happy, search out […]
The return of Everett True | 138. Brainbeau
A message from Kat Martian, who I don’t really know but wish I did. Nice to see you again the other day(1). Lauren being on set was a nice touch(2). More female content(3)! I realised later you very possibly didn’t recall me from other occasions we’ve met(4)? I was in the g20 complaints choir last […]
