What a week! I am exhausted but it’s another good one for Indie Basement, with reviews of five albums I really like: IDLES‘ fantastic fifth album; Atlanta trio Omni‘s first album in five years, Grandaddy‘s first in seven, Britpop vets Cast‘s first in seven, and Swedish singer El Perro del Mar’s first in eight.
Over in Notable Releases, Andrew reviews new album by Friko (I like this one too), Heems, Laura Jane Grace, and more.
In other Basement-related news from this week: I talked to IDLES’ guitarist Mark Bowen about their new album and more; and we got new album/tour announcements from METZ, Tindersticks, Kelley Stoltz, Dent May, Yard Act, Goat Girl, The Clientele, Parsnip, Tuung’s Mike Lindsay, and Ride.
Also: Record Store Day announced its 2024 list of exclusive titles which include vinyl releases from Super Furry Animals, Spoonfed Hybrid (Ian Masters of Pale Saints), Ladytron, Fun Boy Three, Wall of Voodoo, and more.
Pour one out for Damo Suzuki, who is hopefully jamming with his Can bandmates Michael Karoli, Jaki Liebezeit and Holger Czukay on another plane of existence.
Head below for this week’s reviews.
ALBUM OF THE WEEK: IDLES – TANGK (Partisan)
In love, dancing cheek to cheek in the mosh pit, IDLES deliver their most immediate, nuanced album yet
I will admit to not being the biggest fan of IDLES on their first three album but started to come around on CRAWLER and with TANGK I am fully on board. I reviewed the album elsewhere on the site but here’s an excerpt:
TANGK‘s mix of melody, menace and heart that is the key to the album, which may win over people who didn’t take to IDLES’ output through 2020’s Ultra Mono. Call it “Resistance as an Act of Joy,” this is their most accessible collection of songs to date, still with lots of bruising energy but also overflowing with heartfelt lyrics. The combo really works, and it’s probably no accident the album came out the same week as Valentine’s Day. IDLES hinted at this direction on 2021’s CRAWLER, a real chrysalis of album, but they emerge as a fully formed butterfly on TANGK. A Muhammed Ali type butterfly, mind you, that can still sting like a bee.
Read the full review here.
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ALBUM OF THE WEEK #2: Omni – Souvenir (Sub Pop)
The Atlanta trio have never sounded more relaxed, or better, than on their first album in five year
For a band whose sound is based on taut, precise and prototypical “angular” post-punk skronk, Atlanta trio Omni exude nonchalant charm on their fourth album. Maybe it was the time off — Souvenir is their first record in five years and is easily their best, with their stickiest batch of songs to date while keeping those edges razor sharp. Speaking of, the album opens with “Exacto,” a nervy pop song that details a bitter breakup, with singer/bassist Philip Frobos singing “Come here and cut me out / There’s no dotted line,” and sounding resigned in the dejected chorus of “your paperdoll / exacto, de facto, concise, quite right.” Frobos, who released a novela during the pandemic, has an eye for detail and a way with words and these songs play like character vignettes set to music. We visit Russian oligarchs whose yacht life is not as luxurious as it may seem (“INTL Waters”) while the possibility of new romance sparks on “Plastic Pyramid,” a duet between Frobos and Automatic’s Izzy Glaudini. This is also the first Omni album with drummer Chris Yonker as a full-time member and this new configuration clearly sparked something; they’ve never sounded more alive and fun, with Frankie Broyles adding a little power-pop swagger and flash to his well-honed arsenal Devo-esque licks. While this is Omni at their most relaxed, there is still not a second wasted and even with the occasional solo it clocks in at a tight, very enjoyable 30 minutes. This Souvenir is definitely a keeper.
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Grandaddy – Blu Wav (Dangerbird)
Jason Lytle does what he always does, this time with pedal steel which makes Grandaddy even more cosmic
“Open your eyes and your laptop to the sunrise.” This extremely Grandaddy lyric opens the California band’s sixth album and first in seven years in perfect form. Few songwriters mix themes of technology, the mundanities of 9-to-5 work, and the mysteries of the universe and existential ennui with hooky, spaced-out psych like Jason Lytle who is in fine, classic form on Blu Wav. This is Grandaddy’s mellowest record ever, but also maybe their most interstellar; the addition of pedal steel to their signature brand of synth-inflected indie rock makes them sound more like middle of nowhere California and lost in the cosmos than ever before. Ever daydream in your cubicle, wishing you could abducted by (friendly) aliens who take you to their beautiful but kinda sad planet? Grandaddy do too and Blu Wav is your in-flight entertainment.
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Cast – Love Is The Call (Cast Recordings)
Thirty years later, these Britpop vets led by former La’s bassist John Power release an album to rival their debut ‘All Change’
Cast, the Liverpool band led by onetime La’s bassist John Power, made one of the best albums of the peak Britpop era with their debut album, All Change, that was full of effortlessly catchy guitar pop. Most of the same lineup that made that album — Power (vocals/guitar), Liam ‘Skin’ Tyson (guitar) and Keith O’Neill (drums) — are behind Cast’s seventh that finds them reconfigured as a trio with Power back on bass for the first time since The La’s. I can’t say I’ve kept up with Cast’s output over the last 30 years, but Love is Call has that same pixie dust that gave All Change‘s songs such sparkle. If you’d told me that “Rain That Falls” was recorded in the ’90s, I’d believe you, as it’s got one of those classic power pop melodies with sunny harmonies and guitars that both ring and crunch. (Production by Killing Joke’s Youth is also spot-on.) What a nice surprise! Britpop has been having a bit of a resurgence, between Blur and Pulp back in action and an Oasis reunion seeming more and more likely, and while you wait for the Gallaghers to patch things up, Give Love Is the Call a ring.
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El Perro del Mar – Big Anonymous (City Slang)
Sarah Assbring sounds more haunted than ever on El Perro Del Mar’s first album in eight years
A cloud of sadness has always hung over Sarah Assbring’s music as El Perro del Mar. She’s got one of those voices that just drips of sorrow, whether she’s making delicate folk (her 2006 self-titled debut) or balearic dancepop (2012’s Pale Fire). On her first album in eight years, the music particularly matches her voice with glacial synthesizer washes, extra-low and disquieting bass, wistfully tinkling piano, slow, syncopated rhythms and lots of atmosphere. Having lost a few close friends and family members in the last few years, death is a companion here but these songs — originally written for a ballet — never wallow, but Big Anonymous is haunted to the core.
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