Labor Day is behind us and so is summer for all intents and purposes, and the fall rush already has begun. I review 10 new albums this week, including the first new The The album in 24 years, the first new Mercury Rev album in nine years, and the latest from Australian duo Party Dozen, NYC buzz band Fcukers, plus The Reds Pinks & Purples, Dummy, Peel Dream Magazine, SUUNS, Tall Juan, and Belarusian synthwave group Molchat Doma.
With a new The The album out today, this week’s Indie Basement Classic goes back to where it all began: Soul Mining.
Also: read my interview with Matt Johnson.
Over in Notable Releases, Andrew has a full plate as well, with MJ Lenderman’s much-anticipated Manning Fireworks, along with new ones from Fat Dog, Denitia, and more.
Need catching up on what happened last month? Check out the Indie Basement Best Songs & Albums of August roundup.
Need more Indie Basement-style news from this week? TV on the Radio are back; La Femme announced their first English language album; New Order are releasing a definitive box set edition of 1986’s Brotherhood; The Innocence Mission announced their first album in four years; and the Pavement movie had its world premiere at the Venice Film Festival.
That’s enough small talk. Head below for this week’s too-many reviews…

ALBUM OF THE WEEK #1: The The – Ensoulment (Cineola / Earmusic)
Matt Johnson is back with the first The The album in 24 years, right when we need him
The The’s first album in a quarter century arrives like magic; an eerie sound rises from the speakers like an unexpected plume of colored smoke and soon materializes, fully formed, like a genie from a bottle. But Matt Johnson is not here to grant us wishes. Ensoulment is more of a Monkey’s Paw situation, showing us how everything we wished for blindly has come true but at a tragic cost. “Truth stands on the gallows, lies sit on the Throne,” Johnson sings on “Cognitive Dissident,” which opens the album. “Something in the shadows communicates by code.” In this turbulent election year, it’s good to have The The back even if, as Johnson told us, “I wish we lived in a very different world.”
Ensoulment is The The’s best album since Dusk and his most overtly political since the ’80s when he was delivering melodic warnings like “Heartland” and “The Beaten Generation,” songs that sadly, lyrically haven’t dated a bit. He’s a bit more subdued, musically, than the days of Infected and Mind Bomb, but no less astute and witty; working with Warne Livesay (who produced those albums) and the same band that accompanied him on The Big Comeback tour in 2018, Matt has crafted a “speak softly and carry a big stick” of an album, mixing post-covid fears and doom-scrolling with sublimely produced songs about loss, aging, and love, mixing cynicism and despair with hope and humor.
It’s a unique blend that Johnson still has a firm grasp on, though its hard to imagine anything as bluntly political as “Kissing the Ring of POTUS” coming out during The The’s peak years. As usual, he’s at his best when the politics are intertwined with matters of the heart, like on “Zen & the Art of Dating” and “I Want to Wake Up With You,” where his breathy baritone is as sultry as Barry White (albeit in a white, English sort of way). Then there are the soul-searchers — “Life After Life” and “Where do We Go When We Die” — that mix pop melodies with the kind of thoughtful, word-twisting platitudes that earmark The The’s best songs, from “Uncertain Smile” to “Slow Emotion Replay.” They’re also the kind of songs you can only write when you’ve lost loved ones and faced death yourself and come out the other side.
Ensoulment sounds fantastic. Warne Livesay’s production gives the arrangements and Johnson’s voice lots of atmospheric headroom and the band really steps up. Barrie Cadogan (of Little Barrie) is The The’s best guitarist since Johnny Marr, and DC Collard’s keyboard and piano work is nothing short of sublime. For those who miss The The’s synthpop days, Soul Mining and Infected are still there for you; Ensoulment offers an older, wiser, and mellower Matt Johnson whose fire still burns. “We can live our lives under false pretences,” he sings on “Risin’ Above the Need,” before adding, “We can deny reality – but not its consequences.” It’s very good to have The The back.
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ALBUM OF THE WEEK #2: Party Dozen – Crime in Australia (Temporary Residence Ltd)
This Aussie sax-and-drums duo’s fourth album is a real barn-burner
Kirsty Tickle and Jonathan Boulet have always sounded bigger than just a sax-and-drums duo but on their fourth album as Party Dozen, the awesome racket they make sounds like an battalion whose commanding officer has just yelled “CHARGE!!!” While still just the two of them, Tickle and Boulet have plowed past the group’s initial concept adding in a variety of other instruments (bass, guitar, keyboards) while still keeping their core instruments front and center. Skronk levels remain set to maximum as they rip through these songs that often recall mutant versions of ’70s cop show themes (hence the title Crime in Australia). “Bad News Department” struts to a “Peter Gunn” bassline but they twist it into wild, unhinged chaos. “The Righteous Front,” meanwhile, is funky like a blacksploitation score, “Les Crimes” is glitchy, overdriven dance rock a la DFA 1979, and “Piss on Earth” offers doom-levels of heaviosity. There are also a few lighter moments, like “The Big Man Upstairs” which is atmospheric and near poppy with Tickell singing through the bell of her sax. This is a big step up for Party Dozen, which is saying a lot given their last album had Nick Cave on it. Like any good thriller, Crime in Australia is grimy, propulsive, violent, and highly addictive.
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EP OF THE WEEEK: Fcukers – Baggy$$ (Ninja Tune)
Hotly tipped NYC electro group recall the city’s millenium-era heyday on their debut EP
Forget The Dare, this is the mid-’00s bloghouse / indie sleaze revival you’ve been waiting for. Fcukers slap some ’90s house chords and a fuzzed-out post-punk bassline on a skipping two-step beat that’s just minimal enough to let you hear singer Shanny drop lines like “Silk’s real, leather’s fake / Say you’ll DJ at my wake” and the none-more-2006 “All day M.I.A. / Tell your boss I need a raise / Cropped outta Cobrasnake.” “Homie Don’t Shake” would’ve killed at Motherfucker and is the cornerstone to Fcukers debut EP that is about as good a time as you’re likely to have in late summer 2024. If nothing else here has quite that song’s instant appeal, the other five tracks all come pretty close and show a promising amount of range. It’s also more pre-blog if I’m being honest, pushing a lot of end-of-the-millenium buttons, from the dubby, Massive Attack-ish “I Don’t Wanna” to the infectious opener “Bon Bon” which is somewhere between luxe French Touch disco and hedonistic rave tracks like Mr. Oizo’s “Flatbeat.” There’s also ethereal drum and bass (“Heart Dub”), the saucy “UMB” and “Tommy” which is like “I Feel Love” / “Rapture” by way of the Go! soundtrack. These songs are both crammed with hooks and clever ideas but never sound overstuffed. Most importantly, Fcukers sound like they’re having fun, first and foremost, and I think you’d have to actively try not to do the same while listening to this record.
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Mercury Rev – Born Horses (Bella Union)
Don’t like Jonathan Donahue’s new whisper speak vocal style on Mercury Rev’s first album in nine years deter you; this is a terrific record
“When I opened my voice to sing on this record, this was the bird that sang: a lower, whiskery voice, which surprised me as much as it may others,” Mercury Rev’s Jonathan Donahue says. “I don’t know where the bird came from, but it’s there now, and I don’t question it. It’s just the bird that wants to sing.”
Jonathan Donahue whispers his way through the entirety of Born Horses, Mercury Rev’s first album in nine years, in a style that’s more emotive dramatic reading (shades of William Shatner’s Transformed Man) than the belt-it-out pipes he used on classic Rev songs like “Goddess on a Highway” and “Holes.” There are only a couple times where Donahue’s vocals even hint at melody and by the third song, when you realize the whole album is like this, it’s could be a dealbreaker for some fans.
And yet, Born Horses succeeds thanks to Donahue’s moving prose which is heavy, cathartic and ever imbued with a sense of wonder, as well as the absolutely gorgeous orchestral arrangements of these songs. This is sweeping, cinematic stuff that is moving all on its own, easily Mercury Rev’s biggest, most ambitious record to date. “I dreamed we were born horses, waiting for wings,” he intones on the album’s title track, “but with more sky inside us than most human beings.” As strings swell, it’s one of a few moments on the album where the beauty of the music and the sincerity of the poetry make you a little misty. The album also has the power to knock you back through sheer sonics, like on penultimate track “Everything I Thought I Had Lost” which builds and builds into a towering force of drum fills and swirling piano and horns as Donahue dreams of “old friends, twin flames… their faces, reaching me slowly now, like a bank of clouds that could only have come from far, far away.” It’s epic stuff and pure Mercury Rev. Settle in and give this one a shot.
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The Reds, Pinks & Purples – The World Doesn’t Need Another Band (self-released)
More perfectly gloomy strum-and-glum from Glenn Donaldson
“Statues in the park,” Glenn Donaldson sings with a resigned air. “They always look sad to me.” This is The Reds, Pinks & Purples to me in a nutshell. Donaldson views the world in grey-colored glasses, the kind Morrissey used to wear when singing “Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now” and “Unlovable” with The Smiths. It’s a little bit of a schtick, but it’s a good one, and The World Doesn’t Need Another Band is another fine collection of strum-and-glum RPPs earworms. Also like Moz, Donaldson likes to sing about pop dreams, misunderstood artists, and the perils of the music industry — see the title track and “Unlovable Loser” — which seem to provide an unending source of material. As on Unwishing Well from earlier this year, Donaldson is spiking his indiepop melodies with Jesus & Mary Chain-style guitar noise which make his pointed lyrical barbes sting just a little more. The world may not need another band, but I’ll take as many Reds, Pinks & Purples albums as Glenn wants to make.
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Dummy – Free Energy (Trouble in Mind)
Second album from these LA drone-pop shoegazers expands their horizons in all the right directions
Los Angeles band Dummy perfected a hazy motorik groove on their debut album, a style that they are now moving beyond. For its follow-up the band set out to get “harder, dancier, more psychedelic” and they’ve largely succeeded. Dummy will not entirely avoid Stereolab comparisons with Free Energy, — there are still lots of droning organs, Neu!-style beats and ethereal harmonies — but there’s so much more going on this time, as the band pull apart and reassemble their sound. Sometimes, like on fantastic and bubbly single “Nullspace,” all three of those boxes are ticked, adding a Madchester-style shuffle beat, trippy dubbed-out production and shearing noise. Elsewhere, removing just one element gives things new life: “Nine Clean Nails” sounds sublime with just bass, drums and voice, and closing song “Godspin” swirls with hallucinatory atmosphere. And even when they’re more derivative, they’re cutting off their critics at the pass: one of the more overtly shoegazey, MBV-ish tracks here is titled “Soonish.” Well played, Dummy.
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Peel Dream Magazine – Rose Main Reading Room (Topshelf)
Joe Stevens’ third album as Peel Dream Magazine finds him finally becoming more than his influences
It’s fitting that Dummy and Peel Dream Magazine are both releasing new albums this week, as back in 2019 both groups were travelling much the same path with one foot in Stereolab and the other in My Bloody Valentine. Neither sound like that now, exactly, but they will forever be associated together… in my mind at least. PDM in particular made a hard pivot into gurgling pastoral psych with 2022’s Pad, a pretty record that suffered from sounding like bandleader Joe Stevens was trying to see if he could make a High Llamas album. He could, but there wasn’t a lot to it beyond that. (Still, at least he picked someone non obvious to imitate.) With Rose Main Reading Room, though, he’s found his own path while still admiring his influences. Vibraphone chimes alongside flute and vintage organ sounds with a Steve Reich flutter on “Dawn,” while the band float gently down a lazy river on “Central Park West,” and things get cyclical and hypnotic on “Wish You Well.” Best of all are “I Wasn’t Made for War” and “Four Leaf Clover” which sound like the songs were written outside of the arrangements, making them unique (and very catchy). Those arrangements are spectacular, too, full of woodwinds, mellotrons, nylon string guitars, brushed drums, and loads of keyboards, all deployed with nuanced skill, moving Peel Dream Magazine past pastiche into their own distinct world of sound.
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SUUNS – The Breaks (Joyful Noise)
Montreal dark psych band embrace the daylight in on their most un-SUUNS-y album yet
“The Breaks became sort of the opposite of our last record,” says SUUNS’ Joseph Yarmush, referencing 2021’s The Witness. “Nothing was really played together. We were caught in a little bit of a wormhole, trying new things, throwing different things against the wall.” That wormhole led SUUNS to ethereal dreampop territory crafted from loops, synths and samples. They’ve used some of these elements before — dubstep bass, extreme autotune — but never quite like this. Ben Shemie’s distinctive vocals, even put through all the effects they are here, keep things in the SUUNS solar system but “The Breaks,” “Vanishing Point” and “Fish on a String” make for uncharted territory.
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Molchat Doma – Belaya Polosa (Sacred Bones)
Belarusian TikTok stars movie to L.A. and sound even more like their homeland now, somehow
Belarusian group Molchat Doma exploded beyond Minsk in the early days of the pandemic thanks to TikTok and have continued to gain a larger global presence. They’ve also continued to grow beyond their synthwave beginnings. “It’s a different band,” Molchat Doma say. “A different sound and context, but the same style and the same emotions.” Made in Los Angeles where the band now live, Belaya Polosa sounds hi-fi compared to their early viral hits and in some ways is also more connected with their homeland. Where viral smash “sudno (Boris Ryzhy)” is rooted in the early-’80s, Molchat Doma have gotten more operatic with their arrangements, especially vocally which takes things into knowing melodramatic bombast. That’s not a criticism and is a feature for this kind of stuff. Everything’s a little more 1989, from the EBM/industrial stylings of “Ty Zhe Ne Znaesh Kto Ya,” to the title track which sounds like Black Celebration era Depeche Mode. If you’re willing to go over the top with them, Molchat Doma will make sure you have a good time.
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Tall Juan – Raccoon Nights (self-released)
Tall Juan gets help from MGMT, Mac DeMarco and more but its his songs that are the real star of this album
Tall Juan got his start in the early-2010s Brooklyn/Queens psych-garage scene centered around Captured Tracks but he’s clearly come a long way since then. Raccoon Nights is impressively produced, hooky guitar pop that doesn’t fit neatly into any single genre or era. It’s got glammy, synthy ’80s alt-rock (“Dark Hole,” “The Good Times”), funky tropical dance jams (“My Only Friend”), orchestral folk pop (“The System”) and ’60s-inspired sunshine pop (“Another Day”). All of it is good. The album also features an impressive group of collaborators: “Dark Hole” was co-produced by Andrew VanWyngarden of MGMT, “The System” features his old friend Juan Wauters, “Fantasy” was made with the late Cola Boy, and “Talking to Myself” is a duet with Mac DeMarco. There’s a breezy charm to all of these songs, but underneath is a lot of skill and talent, and the features never outshine the songs.
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INDIE BASEMENT CLASSIC: The The – Soul Mining (Some Bizarre / Epic, 1983)
Matt Johnson’s first album as The The sounds as good, and relatable, as it did 41 years ago
The The’s new album is not the first Matt Johnson album to feature a little “soul.” In fact it’s his third. He made 1981 solo album Burning Blue Soul before adopting the The The moniker and released the project’s debut, Soul Mining, in 1983. And what a debut! Matt was just 22 when it came out, but the whole The The ethos arrived fully formed with it. The album also has some of his best-loved songs that sound just as good today as they did 41 years ago. Part of that was luck of the era:1983 was just before “’80s Production” ran rampant and while these songs are what you’d call synthpop, they were made with an army of real musicians, mixing electronics and traditional rock instrumentation for a sound that hasn’t really dated. (I’m not sure you can say the same about 1986’s Infected.) The accordion on “This is the Day,” Jools Holland’s amazing solo on “Uncertain Smile,” the tribal drum bombast of “Giant” — even a year later they might not have sounded like they do here. Soul Mining opens with the rocket blast of “I’ve Been Waiting for Tomorrow (All of My Life),” a club classic which couldn’t have a more The The title, representing that sense of alienation that he would be known for. The whole album is full of clever turns of phase, simple but effective lines that stay with you as much as the songs’ big hooks and clever, danceable arrangements. There’s not a bum song here, from the hits (“This is the Day,” “Uncertain Smile”) to the excellent deep cuts (“That Sinking Feeling,” “Soul Mining”) to the epic 10-minute closer “Giant” that remains one of The The’s finest creations that comes with another signature Matt Johnson line “How can anyone know me when I don’t even know myself?”
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