The return of Everett True | 9. Beverley Kills

So yesterday’s choice was unpopular, then; or more accurately, widely ignored. No matter. I have but to flex my arms and surely a whole array of feathers will come cascading down. Sooner or later.

Perhaps people prefer it when I remain silent.

No matter.

This is a cover of a song I don’t particularly like, although I do appreciate the connection that is made whenever I hear it. And I did enjoy those couple of coloured vinyl Dickies hits from the late 70s.

I like a little bit of obvious passion paraded, some love. The wordless section is best cos that’s when you know they’re really enjoying themselves. They turn a moment of heart-wrenching beauty into a romp. And I do like a romp.

You could say it’s obvious, in which case why haven’t you tackled it punk?

All of these are from the source.

by Everett True

My name is Everett True. I am a music critic. This is what I do. I criticise music. The clue is in my job description – music critic. I do not consider myself a journalist, as I do not research or report hard news. I do not consider myself a commentator as I believe that everyone should be a participant. I criticise people and in return I am not surprised if other people criticise me. It is part of the whole deal of being in the public arena. I am Everett True. Believe in me and I have power like a God. Quit believing in me and I no longer exist.