Indie Basement (1/10): the week in classic indie, alternative & college rock

Happy 2025 everybody and I hope you all had a nice break full of friends or family or pets and good things to listen to and watch. We’re in the calm before the storm — take that any way you want — and there is really only one new release I’m writing about this week. That would be Franz Ferdinand‘s The Human Fear, but I also write a little about recent records from Julian Cope and NZ artist Jim Nothing, both of which came out in late fall and I missed.

This week’s Indie Basement Classic is Midlake‘s 2006 album The Trials of Van Occupanther which just got reissued on vinyl by the band themselves.

Over in Notable Releases, Andrew reviews SZA, Bad Bunny, Zeta, Ethel Cain, and more.

I spent most of December making lists, including Indie Basement’s Best Albums and Best Reissues/Box Sets of 2024.

Next week things will pick up significantly. Till then, head below for this week’s reviews…

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Franz Ferdinand – The Human Fear (Domino)
These Glaswegians never fully lost their mojo, but it feels back in force on their first album in eight years

Franz Ferdinand’s 2004 debut album was so good, so popular, it feels almost like they’ve been chasing that ever since. All of their subsequent records have been good, and Alex Kapranos has said the band always makes the record they want to make without trying to follow trends, but they’ve stuck pretty close to the angular “make ’em dance” formula that worked so well for “Take Me Out,” “This Fire,” “Do You Want To?” and others, and you can’t really blame them. But that fire started to feel more like embers, especially after Nick McCarthy left in 2016. But those early singles, and their terrific B-sides, showed a band prone to flights of fancy, quirkiness and esoterica. After eight years, the band are back with The Human Fear, their sixth album and the first with new drummer Audrey Tait (original drummer Paul Thompson exited in 2021, leaving only Kapranos and bassist Bob Hardy as original members).

The break, which did include a greatest hits album and a couple tours, did them good. That early creative spirit feels back, with an album that allows for smart, unexpected turns and brings some of Kapranos’ discarded influences back into the fold. And while “fear” is at the center of the album, it’s also about steering into it, leaping into the dark and the exhilaration that comes with it. (It’s about relationships, getting older, all that stuff.) The Human Fear is first and foremost zesty fun and their best since the Sparks collab FFS album and at a tight 35 minutes, one of their most fat-free. This thing moves from the glammy “Audacious,” through the minimal wave groover “Everydaydreamer,” to the dirty synth-funk “Hooked,” on to land and sea on “Cats” (sea shanty cowpunk?), and even a trip to Kapranos’ Greek roots on “Black Eyelashes.” And you can dance to it! Welcome back Franz Ferdinand, and may the fear never leave.

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Julian Cope – Friar Tuck (Head Heritage)
Nearly 50 years into his career making music, the former Teardrop Explodes frontman is still wild, weird and at the top of his game.

Julian Cope, aka The Archdrude, is an Indie Basement Hall of Famer, a true eccentric and free spirit whose accomplishments — musical, social, philosophical and otherwise — are too myriad to get into. (Pick up his double memoir, Head-On/Repossessed.) There was some time in the ’80s when he was being groomed for pop stardom (both in Teardrop Explodes and as a solo artist), but since 1991’s Peggy Suicide, Cope has been a long-haired hippy wildman who swims with dolphins, hangs out at Stonehenge and whose records traffic in a cocktail of prog, psych, British folk and krautrock. At 67, he’s as weird and brilliant as ever but if you’re not a regular visitor to his Head Heritage website you might not even know he’s put out a new record (or three) as none of them go to streaming services. His most recent is Friar Tuck, a sequel to 2023’s Robin Hood, and neither of them actually bare his name. If these have anything to do with the English folk tales I don’t hear it, but I feel certain he is all for stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. Cope is in top form here, though, with memorable tunes and perfectly mid-fi production, and his lyrical skills remain very sharp.

The album opens with “Too Freud To Rock’n’Roll, Too Jung To Die,” a pun too good not to turn into a song (and a title too good not to recycle from his ’00s band Brain Donor) and he peppers it with references to Abraham Lincoln, Charles & Diana, and post-rock. From there he gives us punk songs aimed at the privileged elite (“You Gotta Keep Your Halfwits About You”), motorik grooves worthy of Can (or Beak>), Doors-y freakouts, a few lovely baroque psych numbers (“1066 & All That” especially), and more than a few songs about organized religion (he’s not a fan). While Cope is prone to letting it all hang out and favors a “first take, best take” recording policy, this one feels very together. There are not credits on the album, so I don’t know who plays on this one, but the rhythm section across the board is great and he uses the cheapest sounding keyboards I’ve ever heard to wonderful effect. Later in the album, he drops this extemporaneous couplet, in his remarkably preserved baritone: “When I was a youngish man my 20s I pissed up the Berlin Wall / Some kind of potent rockstar urine helped that motherfucker fall.” There are also songs about Dead or Alive’s Pete Burns, and a unique take on a peace anthem. Nearly 50 years into a career making music, during which time he probably should have died multiple times (there’s a song about that here too), Julian Cope is still at the top of his game.

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Jim Nothing – Grey Eyes, Grey Lynn (Meritorio Records)
It’s your monthly dose of jangly, shimmering pop from the other side of the world

Auckland, NZ’s Jim Nothing makes what I’d call quintessential “antipodean pop,” my definitions of which is a style of strummy, sunny indie rock that musicians from Australia and New Zealand are particularly good at, be it The Clean, The Go-Betweens, or Rolling Blackouts Coastal Fever or Courtney Barnett. Jim Nothing’s recent album Grey Eyes, Grey Lynn fits right in there, too. The melodies are sweet; the guitars shimmer and shine but are usually layered with a good dose of fuzz; and he can nail the harmonies but prefers gang vocals. Across 14 songs and a mere 32 minutes he fits in lots of styles, from motorik rock that veers toward punk, to lazy sun-dappled psych, hazy dreampop, ’90s style indie and ’80s college rock, all with big hooks and a smile. Songs like “Wildflowers,” “Lucky Charm,” “Hourglass,” and “The Shimmering” make anytime, anywhere feel like a Sunday morning.

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INDIE BASEMENT CLASSIC – Midlake – The Trials of Van Occupanther (Midlake Records, 2025 Reissue)
Supervised by the band themselves, this remastered edition of Midlake’s mid-’00s classic sounds and looks great

I saw Midlake for the first time, which was par for the course in the mid-’00s, at NYC’s tiny Mercury Lounge. (While I wasn’t writing for this site yet, BV was there, of course.) The place was packed, as was the stage with all of the band’s gear that included what seemed like a dozen ancient synths hooked up with patch-cables, a big rack of guitars and lots of amps. Singer and songwriter Tim Smith introed “Young Bride,” one of the album’s singles, by saying, “This song’s about a marriage. But she doesn’t like you, and you’re a Viking…that’s not funny!” Of course it was funny and he knew it but Smith took his agrarian age history as seriously as Midlake’s love of Fleetwood Mac and other rich ’70s corinthian leather rock. The band’s 2004 debut, Banman & Silvercork, was good but the production wasn’t up to their ambitions. Not a problem with its follow-up, 2006’s The Trials of Van Occupanther, that featured one gorgeous creation after the next, most of them about life in the 1800s. I think. For nearly 20 years I’ve just let the music wash over me and not worried about the lyrics too much. It opens with Midlake’s most famous song, “Roscoe,” which was everywhere at the time, even at dance clubs thanks to the fantastic rework by Beyond the Wizards Sleeve (aka Erol Alkan & Richard Norris). There’s also “Young Bride,” which has an almost Can rhythmic vibe to it, the mellotron-and-melancholy-filled title track, and “Head Home” which owes a little to Dire Straits, absolutely rips, and is my vote for best song on the album. I still don’t know what Tim Smith is singing about but Van Occupanther has really held up over the last 19 years, maybe because it felt timeless to begin with.

There have been a few reissues/represses of this over the years, but this one has been overseen by the band themselves and released via their own Midlake Records. It’s been remastered for vinyl and features the original layout and labels from the very first pressing in 2006. The Trials of Van Occupanther is a good record to snuggle up with on these cold winter nights.

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