This week in Indie Basement: Nashville’s Be Your Own Pet‘s first album in 15 years; Sonny & The Sunsets teach Self Awareness Through Macrame; plus Drab Majesty, snarky Seattle supergroup Who is She? (members of Chastity Belt, Tacocat), long-running California shoegazers Film School, The B-52s‘ Cindy Wilson and The Lilac Time.
This week feels like the last chance for labels to drop their summer releases and there are just so many records out today. Andrew reviews another 12 in Notable Releases, including Buck Meek, Jamie Branch’s posthumous album, Open Mike Eagle, Prewn and more.
Other news from this week: OMD announced a new album; Parquet Courts’ Andrew Savage announced his second solo album; and Max Tundra covered Kate Bush.
Head below for this week’s reviews:

Be Your Own Pet – Mommy (Third Man)
Nashville teenagers Be Your Own Pet are all grown up but still raising a ruckus on their first album in 15 years
When we last heard from Be Your Own Pet, back in 2008, the Nashville band were falling apart due to a lot of Too Much Too Soon after bursting on to the scene four years earlier in an explosion of teenage exuberance and music industry hype. Now older, wiser and with more responsibility, the band are back with their first album in 15 years. While they’re still playing rebellious mid-’00s songs like “Super Soaked” (“I don’t wanna have responsibility! I don’t wanna be a part of society!”) they’re not writing them like that anymore. Glammy new song “Pleasure Seeker,” which definitely seems like an adrenalized BYOP party anthem, is on closer inspection a side-eyed glance at their carefree past and those who still live in it.
Singer Jemina Pearl addresses those same themes more explicitly on “Goodtime,” where she sings “Seems just like yesterday / I was having fun fucking up my life” as she wonders why she’s the only one who has grown up. “I can’t be that way no more / I got two kids and a mortgage / What the fuck?” There’s a maybe little FOMO in there, but Pearl — who as she sings is married with two kids now — is grounded if no less spirited. As when she was 18, she’s a pistol that you don’t want to get on the wrong side of.
Likewise, the band is in great form and armed with an arsenal of riffs and hooks that would’ve killed during the their original run but are no less potent in 2023. “Pleasure Seekers” has a riff that Jack White — who co-owns their label Third Man with Pearl’s husband Ben Swank — may be jealous of, while songs like “Rubberist,” “Worship the Whip,” “Big Trouble,” “Hand Grenade” and “Drive” have the snazzy snarl and swagger of early-’80s punk, rock and new wave. Be Your Own Pet may not stay up quite as late as they used to, but Mommy is a blast. Here’s to knowing when to quit…and knowing when to start again.
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Sonny & the Sunsets – Self-Awareness Through Macrame (Rocks in Your Head)
Sonny Smith weaves more thoughtful stories and catchy melodies on the latest underrated Sunsets album
With a wandering troubadour spirit, ear for detail and melody, and an empathetic, thoughtful outlook born of a hippie upbringing, Sonny Smith has one of the most rewarding — and underrated — catalogs of the past 20 years. Like his pal and sometimes producer Kelley Stoltz, he’s also a Northern California lifer who pays back to the San Francisco scene he came up in, championing new acts via his Rocks in Your Head label. He’s dabbled in a variety of styles over the last two decades, and has made records with Dan Auerbach, The Shins’ James Mercer, Tune-Yards and others, and he even invented a jukebox full of fictional alter-egos and corresponding singles for art project 100 Records but he’s at his best when making strummy guitar pop, like on his 2009 breakthrough Tomorrow Is Alright. That’s the mode he’s in on Self-Awareness Through Macrame, a title inspired by a community center class his mother actually created and taught, and an album featuring 10 new understated, wonderful and distinctly Sonny Smith-ian pop vignettes. It’s the kind of easygoing, sun-dappled sound that you could imagine coming from Sesame Street in 1971 or the Flying Nun offices in 1982, and you can almost hear the three-day stubble in Smith’s voice, warm and worn, on terrific songs like “Waiting,” “Pink Cake,” “Memory Lane,” and the actually instructional “How to Make a Ceramic Dog,” all sounding a lot like the earth-toned pastels of the album artwork. Let Sonny enrich your day.
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Drab Majesty – An Object In Motion (Dais)
Rachel Goswell of Slowdive and Uniform’s Ben Greenberg help elevate Drab Majesty’s latest offering of goth grandeur
Any list of bands whose name perfectly encapsulates their sound should include Drab Majesty, the project of L.A. artist Deb Demure who makes richly textured, high-drama ’80s-style goth. This EP, made with Uniform’s Ben Greenberg, makes for a good entry point into the world of Drab Majesty featuring a couple of terrific singles. “Vanity” is a smeary black mascara slow jam par excellence, featuring former ’80s goth Rachel Goswell of Slowdive in a role that would’ve gone to Elizabeth Fraser back then, and her and Demure’s voices intertwine perfectly against layers of cascading, echo-drenched 12-string guitar and washes of synth. The other hit is “The Skin and the Glove,” which features regular DM cohort Mona D (Alex Nicolaou) and tips into early-’90s dance rock territory though it’s more Xymox than Primal Scream. Those tracks are surrounded by two instrumentals and, the epic “Yield to Force” in particular makes for gorgeous atmosphere — beautifully detailed black and purple aural wallpaper — that if nothing else might get Demure some film/TV work.
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Film School – Field (Felte)
Another terrific album from these long-running California shoegaze/alt-rock vets
Greg Bertens has led L.A./S.F. indie rock stalwarts Film School since 2001, never wavering on fully realized dreampop sound — somewhere between doomy ’80s Brit alt-rock and ’90s shoegaze — that has fallen in and out of fashion over the last two decades. With core members Jason Ruck (keyboards), Nyles Lannon (guitar) and Justin Labo (bass) alongside him the whole way, the project has been resilient through it all with a clear love of the music, and a desire to move forward that never really alters their DNA. Field is Film School’s seventh album and is another terrific entry in their remarkably consistent catalog. Like on 2021’s We Weren’t Here, what distinguishes this one fresh is Noël Brydebell of Wild Signals whose featherlight vocals are a perfect match for Bertens’ moodier singing style. (Fans of Pale Saints’ In Ribbons, or Slowdive, it’s a similar vibe.) Though they clearly know all the sonic moves, and own all the right pedals, it’s always at the service of great songs.
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Who Is She? – Goddess Energy (Father Daughter)
Members of Chastity Belt, Tacocat and Lisa Prank mine laughs and social commentary, gently, on their second album
Who is Who is She? Made up of members of Chastity Belt, Tacocat and Lisa Prank, this Pacific Northwest supergroup have been around since the mid-2010s but really gained notoriety this year for being fired as the Seattle Krakens’ house band after making fun of Jeff Bezos during a game at the Amazon-funded Climate Pledge Arena. Specifically, they played their song “My My Orca Card” — a Puget Sound rewrite of Le Tigre’s “My My Metrocard” — which features the lyrics “Oh no! Jeffrey Bezos / He’s such, a total jerk / Shut down! All the bookstores / Billionaires do not work.” Any scanning of the band’s songs — as gently twee as they are sharply satirical — or those of their other groups, it would seem more surprising if they didn’t do something to piss off the Billionaires That Be. “My My Orca Card” is on Who Is She’s second album, which mixes twee Tiger Trap-style indiepop with a wicked sense of humor. Like the more punk-oriented Childbirth, which also includes Julia Shapiro (Chastity Belt) and Bree McKenna (Tacocat), Who is She has moments of pointed social commentary but really they seem mainly here for the jokes. Which are pretty good. There are odes to the heyday of Moviepass, defenses of Anne Hathaway and presidential candidate Marianne Williamson, fond remembrances of Sea Monkeys, and more. The songs are all catchy and winsome with some occasional interesting production touches — Jenn Champion is behind the boards here — but are likely to have the shelf life of a late night talk show monologue. Enjoy now while you remember the references.
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Cindy Wilson – Realms (Kill Rock Stars)
The B-52’s singer trades party post-punk for dreamy synthpop on her second solo album
The B-52s are winding down their long, influential career after a requisite Vegas residency in April 2024, but singer/keyboardist Cindy Wilson is still making music as a solo artist. On Realms, her second album, producer/collaborator Suny Lyons puts her still powerful pipes at the center while avoiding surfy guitars, jittery new wave beats or references to shellfish that might invite easy comparisons to her more well-known gig. (B-52s drummer Sterling Campbell does contribute, though.) Instead, it’s 10 songs all firmly in trippy synthpop territory, more swayingly psychedelic than dancefloor-oriented, though “Midnight” and “Delirious” could both be described as bangers, and “Wait” successfully veers into LCD Soundsystem territory (minus any irony). Realms may not dislodge any B-52s records from your shelf, but it’s a nice, mostly gentle companion piece for when you don’t feel the need to dance this mess around. Also: for those allergic to national treasure Fred Schneider, this is an exclamatory zingers-free zone.
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The Lilac Time – Dance Till All The Stars Come Down (Poetica)
Elegant 11th album from Stephen Duffy’s long-running UK folk-rock group
Stephen Duffy has had a long and varied career in music. He was a founding member of Duran Duran, was in The Hawks with former Jacobites member Dave Kusworth, made synthpop as Tin Tin (and Dr Calculus), and collaborated with Terry Hall and Damon Albarn. But since the late ’80s he’s made pastoral folk pop with The Lilac Time, which started as an actual group that included his brother, Nick, but since the 2000s has been more of a catch-all solo project. Dance Till All the Stars Come Down is the 11th Lilac Time album and is as elegant as anything anything Duffy has ever done. This one is a real family affair, too, with Nick on board and Stephen’s wife, Claire, singing on most tracks, through this is easily the most spare Lilac Time ever. Most songs are little more than Stephen and Claire’s voices and acoustic guitar. There’s a real sunset vibe too, metaphorically speaking, from the cover art down. The album title comes from standout “On the Last Day of the Last Days of Summer” that has Duffy looking warmly back on his life and marriage. “You said a word of love, out of which we wrote a book.” Will this be a final chapter? Hopefully not.
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