October is behind us and so is the nonstop onslaught of new releases but it’s still another packed week. The Cure‘s Songs of a Lost World is gonna get most of the ink from publications with week (that and Tyler, the Creator) but I review six other records this week, including great new UK shoegaze act deary, plus the latest from Underworld, Katrina Ford (Celebration), NYC garage rock legends The Fleshtones, Mystery Tiime (Ayman Rostom aka The Maghreban) and THUS LOVE.
This week’s Indie Basement Classic is the 1990 debut album from underrated Manchester group New Fast Automatic Daffodils.
Over in Notable Releases, Andrew reviews the great new Tyler, the Creator album along with new ones from Planes Mistaken for Stars, Mount Eerie, Freddie Gibbs, and more.
Keeping things short up top this week. Head below for the reviews…

ALBUM OF THE WEEK: The Cure – Songs of a Lost World (Lost Music / Universal)
A doomy, gloomy, near-perfect return to form for Robert Smith and co
The Cure’s first album in 16 years is finally here and it’s good. Really good. Here’s a bit of my review which we posted earlier this week:
The desire to call Songs of a Lost World The Cure’s best album since Disintegration, or at least Wish, is there. That can be debated — Bloodflowers and 4:13 Dream may have gotten better with age (their Ross Robinson-produced 2004 self-titled album has not) — but this is definitely the most cohesive and concise since their 1989 masterpiece. It’s their shortest since 1985’s The Head on the Door and while the songs are long, the fat has been trimmed, with a fully realized dark atmosphere permeating every second, and nothing to lighten the mood. (If the album is to be dinged, the songs are also uniformly mid-tempo.) Smith called it “merciless” when the band were still working on it in 2019 but unlike Pornography, this isn’t unrelenting despair. These eight songs are thoughtful, heartfelt ruminations of mortality and loss and remembering those who are gone, not a lost soul wondering “why I am still here?” Songs of a Lost World feels like Smith is both giving Cure fans what they want while making the album he needed to make.
Read the whole thing here.
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EP OF THE WEEK: deary – Aurelia (Sonic Cathedral)
Fantastic EP from the best new shoegaze band around
London duo deary are my favorite of the new wave of shoegaze bands that have sprung up in the last few years, and it’s in part because they feel like they could’ve existed in 1990, with the same indie influences that band like Slowdive and Ride had. It’s also because underneath all that beautiful haze are great songs, and their new EP has six shimmering examples of this. Three of them have been released as singles throughout this year: the blissed-out “The Moth” which sets the guitar haze against baggy beats; the swaying “The Drift” which owes a little to Slowdive, whose drummer, Simon Scott plays on much of this EP (and mastered it too); and “Selene” that floats on arpeggiated synths, layer upon layer of guitars and one of their best melodies. The other three tracks are nearly as good: “Aurelia” is a perfect slow-building intro to the EP, with the song getting bigger, heavier and more beautiful as it goes, “Dream of Me” drifts into downtempo trip-hop territory, “Where Are You?” is pure ethereal atmosphere. I consider the EP the perfect shoegaze format, and deary offer up a fantastic example of their own.
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Underworld – Strawberry Hotel (Smith Hyde Productions / Virgin Music)
If you have “choral music by Underworld” on your bingo card, it’s time to fill that square. The electronic duo’s 11th album is terrific and surprising.
“Please don’t shuffle” is the only note that comes with Strawberry Hotel, Karl Hyde and Rick Smith’s 11th album as Underworld. It made me laugh — I used to write the same thing on mixes I posted to my old blog in the early 2010s — but it also works as a statement of intent. After spending 2019 releasing a new song a week as part of their Drift series, Underworld are back with a purposeful work, a double album that is meant to be listened to as a whole. Since the ’90s, when Smith and Hyde shed off the pop trappings of Underworld’s doggy synthpop early years in favor of serious rave dance music, they’ve excelled at stadium-sized techno. With Strawberry Hotel, they widen their scope with more emphasis on melody and choral-style vocal arrangements via Smith’s daughter, opera singer Esme Brownen-Smith, who also gets co-producer credit on much of the record. The album also has a deliberate flow, opening with the delicate hymn “Black Poppies” and its “YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL” chorus, before dropping onto the dancefloor for a series of throbbing bangers. “Denver Luna” is cut from the same cloth as their mid-’90s Trainspotting techno smash “Born Slippy”; “Techno Shinkasen” pulsates with Giorgio Moroder-esque synth arpeggiations; and “And the Colour Red” (released as a single in 2023) is an undulating, unsettling beast.
From there things start to mellow, and the second disc of this double LP seriously chills out. Esme provides spoken word vocals on the vibey “Ottavia,” and that is immediately followed by a choral a cappella version of “Denver Luna” (equally good as the dance version), and the euphoric and nearly 10-minute “Gene Pool.” The album comes to a close with “Iron Bones,” featuring Nina Nastasia, and finally, unexpectedly, a classical guitar piece, “Stick Test Man.” That Hyde and Smith are still going new places while delivering what we want from an Underworld album is impressive given these two have been making music together since 1982 with no signs of slowing down. Just don’t shuffle.
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Mystery Tiime – Maudlin Tales Of Grief & Love (Vicious Charm Recordings)
The post-punk of his youth inspired The Maghreban’s Ayman Rostom for his first album as Mystery Tiime
London’s Ayman Rostom has been making beats for the better part of 20 years as a hip hop producer and dance music artist under aliases like Dr. Zygote and The Maghreban. His latest project is Mystery Tiime where he reconnects with his post-punk/new wave past and sings for the first time. “The title speaks for itself,” says Rostom. “Maudlin means emotionally sentimental. Tales, these songs are stories to me, about different times. Grief – there is much sadness and darkness in it, and Love – there is some light there too, a bit of joy, to frame the shadow.” Maudlin Tales Of Grief & Love is heavy stuff with lyrics that play like the darkest inner monologue at a low point in somone’s life, and Rostom’s flat (not pitchy), sing-song vocal style is perfect for music that sounds like the walls closing in. (He says friends told him he sounds like Robert Wyatt, and I can hear that.) “A Cruel Trick” is pure paranoia, and “A Summer Sunday” is not a picnic in the park but “the beginning of an end.” It’s all very Young Marble Giants, The Cure, Throbbing Gristle, but his beatmaker side also comes through on “Thank You Deeply” and “The Humour Is Not Lost On Me.” Rostom clearly understands that like dance music, post-punk should start with the bassline and he’s got a few here worthy of Simon Gallup, Dave Allen or Barry Adamson. On “Long Distance Runner.” Rostom takes house rhythms down a pitch-black alley as he questions why someone would be attracted to him. “Why you chase me for? I’m just an idea in your head.” The album can be a lot, but the honesty works in his favor, the music is terrific, and you can feel the love alongside the grief.
ADDENDUM: Maudlin Tales of Grief & Love is out via Vicious Charm, the new label from Damian Harris who founded Skint Records (Fatboy Slim, Lo-Fidelity Allstars) and revived it briefly in the late-2010s. Good to know he’s still got his good ears to the ground.
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Katrina Ford – H.E.A.R.T. (Violin Films)
Former Celebration and Jacks singer goes widescreen on her assured debut solo album
Katrina Ford has been making music in the underground indie scene for 30 years as part of gothy Michigan noisepunks Jaks, ’00s-era groups Love Life and Celebration, and Mt Royal. (She has also sung on records by TV on the Radio, Future Islands, Unkle and more.) Most of those groups also featured Sean Antanaitis who is also her collaborator and producer on her full-length solo debut. Ford has always possessed a voice big enough for Bond themes, and with H.E.A.R.T. (which stands for “Heart Ember Abuse Resin Trend”), she and Antanaitis have created music to match. “We’re maximalists,” Ford says. “I love all kinds of music — the vocals and recording techniques of Phil Spector and girl group pop, the weirdo pop of ’80s legends like Kate Bush and Peter Gabriel, and the punk and goth that’s in my bones.” Songs like “World on a Wire,” “Tender Nest,” and “Adonai” are wonderful dreampop creations, rich with layers of synthesizers, strings, guitars, real drums and drum machines. H.E.A.R.T. may not have the unbridled intensity of Jacks or Celebration, but the mellowed maturity suits these songs and arrangement and there are elements of everything Ford has done before here, now with a richer color palette. The mix of elements are not beholden to any scene or era and really allow for her versatile, acrobatic voice to soar.
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THUS LOVE – All Pleasure (Captured Tracks)
Brattleboro, VT band expand lineup while tighten up into a lean, mean rock band on their second album
Previously a power trio, Brattleboro, VT group THUS LOVE debut as a four-piece on their second album and somehow feel leaner, meaner and tighter. They’ve shed a lot the post-punk sounds found on their debut album and replaced them with swaggering, raw rock. A lot of that comes from frontperson Echo Mars whose powerhouse vocal delivery drips with attitude, but the power chord riffage and big anthemic hooks are essential as well. Meanwhile, new bassist Aly Juleen bring brings both melodic playing and nice counterpoint vocals to the mix. THUS LOVE are still best experienced on-stage, but All Pleasure does a good job keeping things sounding live and electric.
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The Fleshtones – It’s Getting Late (…and More Songs About Werewolves) (Yep Roc)
The NYC “Super Rock” greats keep the party raging nearly 50 years into their career
Last week we had zombies courtesy the Pixies, and now The Fleshtones are here with More Songs About Werewolves. Halloween I guess, and I digress. The NYC band have been honing their patented “Super Rock” sound (R&B, soul and garage rock) for nearly 50 years and while I’ve lost count as to what number album this is in their discography, it sounds as energized as Hexbreaker! from 1983, if a little woolier. All the Fleshtones earmarks are here: freakbeat drumming, fuzzed-out bass grooves, farfisa and other vintage keys, Keith Streng’s wild guitar riffs, and frontman Peter Zaremba bravado-filled vocals. Two songs on the album, “The Hearse” and “Wah Wah Power,” were made with French band The Limiñanas and have extra stomp. As always, The Fleshtones bring the party and even though it may be Getting Late, they’ll keep going till the last reveler drops.
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INDIE BASEMENT CLASSIC: New Fast Automatic Daffodils – Pigeonhole (Play it Again Sam / Mute)
Underrated Manchester band’s bongo-fueled 1990 debut still stands apart from their baggy brethren
When I go to pick an album for the week’s Indie Basement Classic, it’s often inspired by one of the new albums found elsewhere in the column, an anniversary, or some other bit of news. That sort of holds true with this one but in a much more random way. I was watching the music video for Mystery Tiiime’s “Thank You Deeply” and, as is ofter the case, I switched tabs at some point to do something else with the song still playing. The song ended and on came an awesome bassline, shades of Liquid Liquid, and I was instantly all “what’s this?” But when the guitar riff and vocals kicked in I realized YouTube’s algorithm had served me New Fast Automatic Daffodils’ “Big,” and here we are. Formed in Manchester during the “Second Summer of Love” (1988), New FADS stood out from the baggy scene with a sound heavy on bongos and dubby post-punk while still being friendly to the loose fit indie ravers. Pigeonhole was their debut album, released in 1990 via Play It Again Sam / Mute, and as the title suggests they actively brushed off comparisons to their Manchester neighbors. The album is full of many of their best ever singles, including “Big,” “Get Better” and spaced out “Fishes Eyes,” which would fit right in between Happy Mondays’ “Wrote for Luck” and The Stone Roses’ “Fools Gold,” but nobody else sounded like New FADS. (Their cover art also stood out, much of it designed by Brian Cannon of Microdot who’d go on to do sleeves for The Verve and Oasis.) They were too weird to have hits — no “Groovy Train” or Madchester covers of ’60s songs in their repertoire — but their uniqueness has aged very, very well. Start here but if you dig, check out the Bong EP and 1992’s Body Exit Mind too.
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