The Return of Everett True’s Great Pop Mixtape, November 2019

Billie Eilish

If you have any further suggestions, please make them in the comments box below. I wanna know!

Dua Lipa – Don’t Start Now

Mabel – Don’t Call Me Up

Lana Del Rey – Doin’ Time

Georgia – Never Let You Go

Kanye West – Selah

Taylor Swift – You Need To Calm Down

Billie Eilish – Bad Guy (Soulnasty’s Extended Mix)

Miley Cyrus – Mother’s Daughter

Baby Rose – All To Myself

Lizzo ft. Ariana Grande – Good As Hell

Tones And I – Dance Monkey

Ariana Grande and Victoria Monét – Monopoly

Chromatics – On The Wall

Låpsley – Operator (DJ Koze’s Extended Disco Version)

Beyoncé (etc) – Brown Skin Girl

Ariana Grande – Break Up With Your Girlfriend, I’m Bored

Lola Young – 6 Feet Under

Ariana Grande, Miley Cyrus, Lana Del Rey – Don’t Call Me Angel

Charlotte Adigéry – High Lights

How NOT to write about music – 120. Victoria Monét

Victoria Monét ass like that

Just got to link to this if only to share this one comment on the Ariana Grande and Victoria Monét video:

Everyone saying its a low budget video but their clothes probably cost more than my house

Also, everything The Guardian says here is true:

Over gorgeous production flourishes like a bathwater-warm brass section and a distorted guitar solo, she sings a witty, equally warm song admiring her own behind – one that has men apparently regarding it not so much with lechery as baffled wonderment

I have no desire to mess with words that clued-in. Except, they ain’t true at all.

But ain’t that music criticism right here: trust, not truth – I trusted the words and they led me to the mother-lode. The music.

They ain’t true. I ain’t regarding her ass with neither lechery nor wonderment cos I ain’t regarding her ass at all, just listening to her ‘warm, witty lyricism’ and the crackly recording with its ‘bathwater-warm brass section’ and ‘distorted guitar solo’, gorgeous immersive warmth. If the pop music gig ever goes belly up she sure got a great future panned out as the new Jane Fonda. Or some crap joke like that. I feel I’m existing in some 2000s film director version of the 1970s, but that’s OK as well. Escapism, remember?

Pop music.