Interview with Everett True circa 1997 with added commentary

The following is reprinted from Princess Mod's Reinspired blog. I'd like to say it's great but she gives me an embarrassing amount of credit within it. It's certainly a very fine read.

Googlism for Everett True - 2: What

I particularly like the phrases "Everett True is in the market for a sidekick" and "Everett True is a bell".

Googlism for Everett True - 1: Who

Thanks to Ed G for sending me this link.

About Me

The following is reprinted from Unconvention Brisbane.

Back when I used to drink

Photograph courtesy of Band Of Susans.

Everett True vs the world (reprise)

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the legend! and some bunch of anonymous backing band musicians

The videos are here.

(an aside)

Google News Search on "Everett True" - 610 news articles and counting.

The Deadnotes (with Everett True)

The Deadnotes and Everett True (The Legend!), at an art gallery in Woolloongabba. I probably really oughtn't to post this here, but fuck it. I got on stage and did it, didn't I? Thanks to this fellow here. Now I really ought to go and lose some weight.

One night in St Louis (a cautionary tale)

Maybe I'll make it a series, this recounting of dismal nights from rock's seedy past.

Everett True (2)

I don't mind people holding my name up as an Ideal of Something or Other, but this fellow's way off-the-mark.

(Taken from Stereokill, article written around a recent review carried in the NME.)

...In 130 words, Kharas makes one criticism of Isaac’s music, and then devotes the rest of his word-count to a pathetically contrived attack on his perceived image of Isaac (and fans). He rounds the review off with a trio of sentences taken straight from the kind of fiction you write for a school English class:

… from the dark a dancing, pissy-pantsed gaggle in whose fire lay – yes! – not just my balls but scores of charred gonads, roasting in the flames like woolly nuts. I turned and ran, castrato screams tearing through the night. I had become Sam Isaac.

Is this what music criticism has become? The trade that produces copy like this – smug, low-rent rants with little or no substance; articles that leave the reader with a stronger sense of the reviewer’s personality than of the character or quality of the subject’s music – cannot be the great art of Everett True and Steven Wells, can it? This kind of lazy, elitist journalism bears no resemblance to the profession that John Peel devoted his life to.

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I mean, whoa, hold on there boy, let's not get too carried away.

"Smug, low-rent rants with little or no substance; articles that leave the reader with a stronger sense of the reviewer’s personality than of the character or quality of the subject’s music" were almost exclusively the province of myself and Swells during the 80s (and beyond).

Credit where credit's due.

Everett True

Just found this on the web (Google Alert). It made me laugh out loud twice. Taken from the Whitechapel forum, past of a discussion thread about this.

If you're here and...

... you haven't got your arses over to Drowned In Sound this week, do so now! Article (and link) breakdown follows...

um... music journalism R.I.P. anyone?

No really. There's a point to this. And the question mark is deliberate.

Defining the enemy 3

This final part is taken direct from the Sigur Rós message board (edited). What's interesting is that it's much more good-humoured and well-argued than the vast majority of the "Outraged of Hackney" comments on the Drowned In Sound threads. You'd think it would be the other way round. Respect due this handful of Sigur Rós fans, then.

Defining the enemy 2

This edit is from the follow-up thread on the Drowned In Sound message board, in response to a post on my PhD blog. They used my words without permission (and shorn of context), so I thought I'd return the favour.

defining the enemy 1

Some of you might have blinked and missed this. A recent link to a recent post on the Drowned In Sound message boards caused some people to get very hot under the collar.

Florence And The Machine vs Everett True

I don't care what else they've done.

Or what else they're going to do. This is still a fucking great song. Even this guy agrees with me.

Flipper vs Brisbane

It's late night. I'm dissatisfied. Can't put my finger on it. A gradual comedown, meltdown.

Everett True vs Go-Mag

I want to bring your attention to this fine Spanish music magazine, Go-Mag.