Indie Basement (7/18): the week in classic indie, alternative & college rock

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Hey scenesters, hope your summer is going alright amidst heatwaves, floods and the dismantling of everything by our current administration. Trying to keep it TCB here at Indie Basement as best I can. This week is a little slow, actually, as I review just four new releases: Billie Marten, Jonathan Richman (re-teamed with Jerry Harrison), Jenny Hval collaborator Håvard Volden, and great new compilation All The Young Droids: Junkshop Synth Pop 1978-1985.

For this week’s Indie Basement Classic we travel back to 2005 and the second album from The Cribs.

Over in Notable Releases, Andrew reviews Alex G’s major label debut, plus the latest from Lord Huron, Forth Wanderers, and more.

Head below for this week’s reviews…

ALBUM OF THE WEEK: Billie Marten – Dog-Eared (Fiction)
Former teen viral sensation leaves the nest on her fifth album with help from Núria Graham, Shahzad Ismaily, Sam Evian and other indie ringers

Billie Marten is just 26, but she’s already a music industry veteran. She found viral fame at 12 by sharing her songs on YouTube, signed to a major label not long after, and released her debut album at 17. But after four albums, the UK artist began to feel pigeonholed and was desperate to break out of the “singer-songwriter” mold she’d been poured into.

To do so, she enlisted producer Philip Weinrobe—who worked on Adrianne Lenker’s Bright Future—and decamped to his Figure 8 recording studio in Brooklyn, working with a band of indie and jazz ringers who were also skilled improvisers. Among them were multi-instrumentalists Sam Evian and Shahzad Ismaily, guitarist Núria Graham, drummer Vishal Nayak, bassist Joshua Crumbly, guitarist Michael Haldeman, and keyboardist Michael Coleman. Recording live, her songs took on new shapes.

The resulting album, Dog-Eared, doesn’t sound like anything Marten has made before. It has a warm, loose ’70s feel that brings her into Weather Station or Bedouine territory. It’s a hang, as they say—but one that’s still led by a very accomplished songwriter with a keen eye for lyrical detail. The highlights are many: “Feeling” floats on pedal steel and rippling strings, flooded with childhood memories; “No Sudden Change” contemplates how we’re all hurtling through space while standing still, set against gorgeously languorous backing; and “Goodnight Moon” longs for a place of comfort, wrapping itself in magical, fluttering woodwinds.

With Dog-Eared, Billie Marten leaves the nest—and soars.

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Various Artists – All The Young Droids: Junkshop Synth Pop 1978-1985 (Night School)
Lush’s Phil King curated this compilation of forgotten electrop from the era when the future was now

I love the “junkshop” genre of compilations—collections that shine a light on obscure acts who maybe only made one self-released single before vanishing into the ether. 2003’s Velvet Tinmine: 20 Junkshop Glam Ravers, compiled by Saint Etienne’s Bob Stanley and Lush’s Phil King, remains the gold standard. King is also behind All the Young Droids, which dives into “junkshop synth pop” from the genre’s original golden age: 1978–1985, or roughly the period between Daniel Miller forming Mute Records to release “Warm Leatherette” through the moment glossy “’80s production” took over everything in pop and rock.

Says King: “And then came the rise of synth pop: blokes with dodgy haircuts hunched over keyboard-operated machines stuffed with wires and do-it-yourself tone oscillators making sounds like a brood of geese passing gas in a wind tunnel. Whoopee! This is the way the ’70s ended: not with a blood-curdling bang but with a cheap, synthesized, emasculating whimper.” I’m pretty sure he means that in the best way, and the 24 songs and artists featured here—all new to me—range from charmingly wobbly to genuinely awesome.

Most tracks lean toward the darkwave side of things—sci-fi themes, band names to match—with very early drum machines that click, pop, and whoosh more than they kick, snare, or tom, and minor-key melodies paired with melodramatic vocals. A few sound delightfully naïve, made by musicians still figuring out the gear they often built themselves, while others are surprisingly lush. The best songs land somewhere in between, like Rich Wilde’s “The Lady Wants to Be Alone,” Disco Volante’s “No Motion,” Peta Lilly’s “I Am a Time Bomb,” and Andreas Dorau’s “Fred Vom Jupiter,” which features expertly layered synth-work that makes the most of cassette four-track recording equipment.

Beyond discovering all this great music I’d never heard before, the accompanying booklet—full of rare photos and excellent liner notes—is a treasure trove of information, not to mention amazing fashion and wild hairstyles. It’s a great document of an era when the future felt within reach of anyone with a soldering iron and access to a Radio Shack. Let’s hope there’s a Volume 2.

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Jonathan Richman – Only Frozen Sky Anyway (Blue Arrow Records)
JoJo and his former Modern Lovers bandmate Jerry Harrison reunite (again) and go tropical

Being a Jonathan Richman fan can be tough—at least when it comes to knowing what’s going on currently in JoJo’s world. He’s the kind of guy who misses the “corner store,” so it’s no surprise he has no social media presence or even a website. He only got an official Bandcamp page a couple of years ago and, on the media side, went without a publicist for decades—only recently getting one. You had to work to be a fan.

With all that, you may have missed that after nearly 50 years, Richman started working again with Jerry Harrison—an original member of The Modern Lovers who left before their classic debut album was released to join Talking Heads full-time. Harrison produced and played on 2021’s Want to Visit My Inner House?, and he’s back in the same role for Only Frozen Sky Anyway.

Harrison hasn’t brought back the influential, VU-inspired sound of The Modern Lovers, nor has he imposed his ’90s overproduction style (Live, Crash Test Dummies) on Jonathan. Instead, he seems to encourage a richer tapestry of sounds. These playful songs—including a loose cover of the Bee Gees’ “Night Fever” with lots of new lyrics—lean toward the tropics, with bongos and flamenco guitar. Speaking of, he delivers a classic here with “O Guitar,” the kind of song only JoJo would write, about the power of music: “O guitar, who tells us how to feel when we ourselves can’t say.”

Jonathan may not make it easy to find out what he’s up to—but it’s always worth checking in with him.

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Håvard Volden – Small Lives (Sauajazz)
Longtime Jenny Hval collaborator and Lost Girls partner explores the limits of his guitar on his latest solo album

Håvard Volden is best known for his collaborations with Jenny Hval, including as one-half of Lost Girls, but his reputation as a skilled experimental guitarist stretches back further and wider. You get a good sense of what Volden can do with his instrument on Small Lives, his engaging new solo album. Across six lengthy instrumentals, his guitar sprouts through the earth tentatively, then blossoms and spreads like fungi.

There are two primary modes here: eerie atmospheric pieces born out of drone, improvisation, and tape effects; and chugging “indie rock” numbers rooted in motorik rhythms and Velvet Underground chug. Both forms are compelling, but none of these tracks follow a set path. Still, you trust that Volden will not steer you wrong.

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INDIE BASEMENT CLASSIC: The Cribs – The New Fellas (Wichita, 2005)
Whoa-oh! The Cribs’ exuberant Edwyn Collins-produced second album still sounds great at 20

The early 2000s were a fertile time for “indie,” with scenes in NYC and the UK absolutely exploding with guitar bands decked out in skinny clothing. The twin forces of The Strokes and The Libertines, in particular, seemed to launch a whole new wave of shambolic rock out of England, and one of my favorites are The Cribs—a trio from Wakefield in West Yorkshire made up of brothers Gary, Ryan, and Ross Jarman who are still going.

The Cribs’ songs alternated between angry/indignant and wildly romantic, all written from an outsider perspective, and nearly every one had a gang-sung “whoa-oh” and a shout-along chorus. Sometimes the chorus was “whoa-oh!” Their charmingly chaotic live shows often ended with Ryan’s mouth bloodied from the way he attacked the mic.

The Cribs’ 2004 self-titled debut was fun, but when they enlisted Orange Juice’s Edwyn Collins to produce their second album, they hit paydirt. The New Fellas is all hits, including as-heard-on-The OC lead single “Hey Scenesters!,” plus two of their best whoa-oh songs—“Martell” and “Mirror Kissers”—and “Wrong Way to Be,” which ended most of their live sets in beer-soaked rubble. There’s a bit of early rock ’n’ roll in their melodies, mixed with crooner jazziness, all played loud, enthusiastically, and just messy enough. Collins captures it all in a way that makes you want to see them live.

It’s hard to believe The New Fellas is 20 years old. The raw production gives it a timeless feel—even while it instantly takes me back to seeing them multiple times at CMJ the year this great album was released.

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