Indie Basement (5/2): the week in classic indie, alternative and “college rock”

This week: The Pavement movie, new albums from Jenny Hval, Mei Semones, and Sextile, a birthday greeting to New Order’s best album and more.

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Indie Basement (5/2): the week in classic indie, alternative and “college rock”

Happy May everybody! This week I review six new albums (The Raveonettes, Sextile, Jenny Hval, Mei Semones, Moon Mullins and The Blue Knots), give my two cents on the Pavement movie, and wish New Order’s best album happy birthday.

It’s a busy week for new albums and over in Notable Releases there are reviews the latest from Model/Actriz (I like it too), Esther Rose, PUP, Blondshell, and more.

In other news that might be of interest to Indie Basement regulars, Alison Goldfrapp and Kae Tempest announced new albums, and Air are bringing their genuinely spectacular Moon Safari tour to North America.

RIP The Alarm’s Mike Peters, a true nice guy and genuine article.

Head below for this week’s reviews.

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ALBUM OF THE WEEK: Mei Semones – Animaru (Bayonette)
This New York musician effortlessly blends tropicalia and indie rock on her delightful debugt album

Spring has fully sprung and I can’t think of a better soundtrack the blooming flora and fauna than the debut album by Mei Semones. Animaru opens with “Dumb Feeling,” filling the air with bossa nova guitars straight out of a ’60s Jobim album, but 26 seconds in come the fuzzed-out indie rock chords and not long after strings that dance like blossoms in the breeze. It’s an unusual blend of tropicalia, indie rock and chamber pop that is familiar, friendly, satisfying and uniquely hers. Mei and her band are very skilled and songs can turn on a math rock dime from gentle to loud, sweet to aggressive, while they’re always in control of where they’re going.

Animaru is the kind of album you could play for MOJO-reading music snobs (raises hand), metalheads, jazz lovers, emo fans, or your grandparents, and they’d all find something to like here. For all the dazzling technique on display, “Dangomushi,” “Norwegian Shag,” and “Toro Moyo” are effortless and tuneful and just sound wonderful. At times, like on album high point “I Can Do What I Want,” Mei is not unlike Cornelius at his Drop peak, blending traditional genres into something her own. Minus the electronics, that is, but I wouldn’t count that out in the future. Mei is just getting started.

Animaru by Mei Semones

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PAVEMENTS (Utopia Distribution)
Fact and fiction blur in Alex Ross Perry’s often funny, very meta blend of rock doc, biopic, and jukebox musical that is unlike any other movie

Do you like indie rock and music documentaries, but not so much music biopics or jukebox musicals? Do you also enjoy mockumentaries and, especially, ’90s slacker icons Pavement? There might be a movie for you. PAVEMENTS is a real have-your-cake-and-eat-it-too work, that mashes up all of the above into one film that feels like something a superfan dreamed up while very high and then actually followed through and made it. That fan, stoned or not, is Alex Ross Perry (Her Smell) who really went the extra mile here, blurring the lines between reality and fiction. Centered around Pavement’s very satisfying 2022 reunion tour, Perry imagines a world where the group are at the center of popular culture, and he is making a biopic (Range Life) and jukebox musical (Slanted! Enchanted!) simultaneously. PAVEMENTS is the documentary about all of it that also encompasses the tour and a travelling “Pavement Museum.” Perry actually staged the musical (two performances) and the museum here in NYC just for the movie, events open to the public, both of which were pretty clearly tongue-in-cheek when happening.

Lack of sincerity was always a criticism lobbed at Pavement, and PAVEMENTS is very much in this mold, wearing it as a positive, from Stranger Things star Joe Keery going very method after being cast in Range Life as Stephen Malkmus, to the ridiculous Theatre! aspects of the behind-the-scenes moments of the musical, to the artifacts found in the museum (including a collection of late drummer Gary Young’s toenail clippings). There are real moments, too, mostly the reunion tour stuff where we get to watch the band find themselves playing the best shows of their career. With so many spinning plates in the air, it’s kind of a miracle this film works at all — credit editor Robert Green and producer Lance Bangs whose long history with the band certainly helped keep this from being all irony and for making this shaggy dog hang together — and I enjoyed almost all of it. It should be said, I am the target audience for PAVEMENTS. But at 128 minutes it is still an overstuffed record bag, and am not sure it will hold the attention of anyone who isn’t already very familiar with the band. But if you are, and that probably includes most of their fans, PAVEMENTS has style for miles and miles, and will have you dreaming of an extended director’s cut DVD. One thing’s for sure: you’ve never seen anything quite like it.

For a more detailed look at PAVEMENTS read Rob Sperrry-Fromm’s review elsewhere on the site.

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Jenny Hval – Irish Silver Mist (4AD)
Inspired by perfume, Norwegian art-pop musician’s ninth album is scent-ilating stuff

During the height of the pandemic, some people got into sourdough, while others took up running or watched concerts at home. Jenny Hval rediscovered her love of perfume. Scents of all kinds became the chief inspiration for her ninth album, Irish Silver Mist, which is named for a fragrance created by Maurice Roucel for the French perfume house Serge Lutens. The smell of flowers, cigarettes, rain-soaked earth, and more triggered specific memories, from playing a grungy rock club to the death of a pet. Hval’s music was already airy and the spacious, and often haunted arrangements on creations like “All night long,” “I don’t know what free is,” and “To be a rose” — along with her stream-of-conscious lyrical recollections — make this an especially vivid, evocative, fully realized work.

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Sextile – yes, please. (Sacred Bones)
The LA duo take their visions of excess even further on this banger-filled album

LA duo Sextile’s 2023 album Push was an awesome embrace of ’90s club culture, and their follow-up to it continues down the same path, right down to the cover art which prominently features a tongue: this time with a lollipop on it, not a square of blotter paper, but the blown-out pupil seen on yes, please. tells you they are still having visions of excess. Melissa Scaduto and Brady Keeh hit the ground dancing with “Women Respond to Bass,” which nods to Renegade Soundwave’s 1992 single of the same name (but is not a cover), is a real stormer that you could imagine Lola running and running to, and the album doesn’t let up from there until the very last track (“Soggy Newports,” great title). Speaking of 1992, the album title is probably a tip-of-the-hat toYes, Please!, Happy Mondays’ disastrous and drug-addled follow-up to Pills, Thrills and Bellyaches, but Sextile are clearly much more in control than those Mancunians. But I digress. The banger quotient here remains exhaustingly high, including but not limited to: the clanging “Freak Eyes”; “Push Ups” with it’s surging, incessant bassline; the blissed out “99 Bongos”; and the very hooky “Kiss.” The album also has a quasi group theme song “S is For,” where they list off dozens of words that begin with S including Sex, Shit, Swell, Stiff, Slag, Snap, and Shut, which are all delivered, mantra-style, over a gleaming, pulsing techno beat until grows into an angry chant. Of course, S is also for Sextile and this album makes it clear they should be at the top of the list.

yes, please. by Sextile

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The Raveonettes – Pe’ahi II (Beat Dies Records)
The Danish duo’s first album in 11 years hits all the Raveonettes pleasure centers. They’ve still got it.

It doesn’t seem like The Raveonettes’ last album, Pe’ahi, was more than a decade ago but this very site tells me it was released in 2014. They’ve put out a few singles and a covers album since, but the Danish duo of Sune Rose Wagner and Sharin Foo are finally back with a new collection of originals. They’ve literally picked up where they left off, giving this one official Part 2 status. “It follows the same themes of fragility of life, death, longing and, not least, vulnerability,” they say. Some groups you want to evolve, and maybe it’s the absence that make the heart grow fonder, but there is comfort in their familiar style, and Pe’ahi II has everything you want in a Raveonettes album: surfy guitars, Everly Brothers harmonies, reverby drums, atmospheric arrangements, blown-out sonics, big hooks, and earworm melodies. Like on the first Pe’ahi, they are also still dabbling in drum machines and electronic elements. My biggest criticism is with the title: making it a sequel, especially a decade later, gives it the air of leftovers which I don’t think this is. “Strange,” “Killer,” “Lucifer,” and the other seven songs are superior Raveonettes creations and find Wagner and Foo still masters of their sound while finding new textures within it.

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Moon Mullins – Hotel Paradiso (Ruination Records)
Sean Mullins creates a vivid, synth-fueled world of exotica with help from Molly Lewis and Sam Evian

When not playing drums in Brooklyn band Wilder Maker and on other people’s records, multi-instrumentalist Sean Mullins makes lush exotica as Moon Mullins. He does it mainly with vintage keyboards, synthesizers and rhythm boxes, and has created such a lush, fully realized world you can’t help but be impressed. Hotel Paradiso is his third and most captivating album to date, and features contributions from whistler Molly Lewis, guitarist Sam Evian, and strings player Oliver Hill, all of whom understand the assignment. (Molly Lewis probably already lives in the assignment.) On this concept album about a fictional hotel a la LA’s Chateau Marmont, we’re whizzed back in time to the early-’60s era of Henry Mancini, Playboy After Dark, and Ferrante and Teicher, with just a little Esquivel thrown in for good measure. You can almost smell the cigarette smoke soaked into red leather banquets as guests sip tiki cocktails. It’s kitschy, for sure, but Sean’s attention to detail and love of analog gear also makes this the kind of record that will appeal to fans of Ryuichi Sakamoto, Tangerine Dream and Stereolab. You might not want to live at Hotel Paradiso, but its inviting enough to want to book a return visit.

Hotel Paradiso by Moon Mullins

The Blue Knots - Becoming Noise

The Blue Knots – Becoming Noise (Skyling Scores)
Minimal pop with dubby production makes Danielle Stech-Homsy first album as The Blue Knots a surreal charmer

Danielle Stech-Homsy, who spent much of the ’00s and ’10s making music as Rio en Medio (who released albums on Devendra Banhart’s Gnomonsong label), now records minimal pop as The Blue Knots. While these 12 songs, played mainly on electric piano and other keyboards, are memorable on their own, it’s the production that makes Becoming Noise special and should appeal to fans of Julia Holter, Young Marble Giants and The Innocence Mission. You might not even parse the dubby post-punk aesthetic bubbling underneath “Sidra,” “Bike By,” “Sunspots,” and “In Futures” on first listen, but the sound-design atmospherics will keep you coming back.

Becoming Noise by The Blue Knots

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INDIE BASEMENT CLASSIC – New Order – Power, Corruption & Lies (Factory Records, 1983)
Happy 42nd birthday to one of the greatest albums of the ’80s

New Order’s classic second album was released 42 years ago today and it’s never a bad time to listen to it. While I could argue that 1985’s Low-Life is even more impressive in its meshing of the organic and synthetic (it’s my favorite), I cannot deny that Power, Corruption & Lies is the group’s best, most important album. Here’s a bit of my 40th anniversary review:

Released May 2, 1983, Power, Corruption & Lies is a near perfect album, the sound of a band flying confidently into uncharted territory and landing the plane. The album opens with the manic, massively hooky bass riff to “Age of Consent,” as usual played high on the neck, followed quickly by Morris’ precision drumming, inspired by disco — those high hats — and tweaked slightly from what he did on Joy Division’s “Love Will Tear Us Apart.” When Bernard Sumner’s guitar enters the frame, weaving intricately around Hook’s bassline, and Gillian Gilbert’s synth-string lead joins in, you have the sound of a band announcing themselves. “It felt like we’d become New Order, really,” Morris would say in 2020.

There are so many great ideas, winning melodies, and exciting performances on the album you might not notice how simple many of the songs are from a songwriting perspective. Few bands have done as much with two chords as New Order did with Power, Corruption & Lies. Nearly every song here is just two chords, using the same progression for verses and choruses, though at this point New Order rarely followed traditional pop conventions. When they did, though, the results were undeniable, like on “The Village” which is PCL‘s other moment of pure joy, featuring another amazing bass lead from Hook alongside a very bouncy synth bass line, and Morris playing his kit alongside drum machines. This one was apparently a real pain in the ass to program but the result is springtime bliss, from the chorus of “Our love is like the flowers” which echoes the album’s iconic cover art, to the instrumental midsection where machines and traditional instruments join forces in perfect harmony.

Read the whole thing here.

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