According to Wikipedia, Hong Kong’s My Little Airport started “writing politically themed songs” in 2009, which is why I guess it is appropriate they mostly sing in Cantonese now. Those songs are really good (I checked), even if I miss all the political references (so it might be a good moment to learn about Hong Kong’s Umbrellla Movement, which My Little Airport is actively involved in). But this cute early sad love song remains my favourite of theirs. By far actually.
“Breakfast in cemetery / Boy tasting wild cherry / Touch girl, apple blossom / Just a boy playing possum”. That, from Beat Happening’s Indian Summer, is where Austin’s Touch Girl Apple Blossom got its name from. The band’s debut album will be released in May on Beat Happening’s own K Records (choose your band names wisely, kids) but I’m inpatient and I really love Sidewalk, from their 2023 debut EP, so that’s what I’m sharing now. Indiepop that would suit an Indian summer well. It somehow reminds me of Canada’s B’ehl, but if you think Beat Happening, you’re not many miles off either.
More than four decades after she and her Dolly Mixture bandmates sang about a popular classmate, Rachel Love still makes music. In Railcard and on also her second solo album, Lyra (from 2024, but re-released next month by Slumberland), where she is accompanied by her sons as they process the passing of Rachel’s husband Steve. That’s a beautiful story. It is also a beautiful album of quiet, reflective indiepop of which I could have picked any song. Opening Without You, given the subject, seems the most appropriate choice.
The Guardian published an article about Tinariwen, a Tuareg collective from the Sahara who are one of the pioneers of desert blues. The article focuses on how the collective is dealing with the (geo)political changes in the region, but it is also a good introduction to desert blues, which I had written about before. Tinariwen are probably better known than Etran de L’Aïr (they won a Grammy in 2011) and sound slightly more melancholic. Sastanàqqàm (“I question you”) is about the lessons learned from living in the desert and is a good introduction to both Tinariwen and the Tuareg.
A ‘femcel’ is a voluntary celibate woman and listening to the lyrics on London’s The Femcels’ debut album I Have to Get Hotter, either that name or those lyrics are not to be taken literally. They make music not dissimilar to that of Worldpeace DMT, with whom half of this duo, Rowan Please, just released an album. Laptop twee the genre appears to be called, but then ‘twee’ as in jumping on a trampoline, rather than sitting in the park. If songs like Not ur Fiend is what the 2020s reincarnation of twee sounds like, then I’m all for it.
Oh hey, Club 8 is still around. It appears the Swedish duo has been making music all this time while I wasn’t paying attention, with their most recent album (Seasonal Echoes) released in 2025 (on Darla). They still make clear and quiet, subtly electronic indiepop, like a perfect living room from an IKEA catalog. That’s a compliment, by the way, though on this short, edgy Lazy, probably my favourite song of the album, the room sounds a little bit more lived in. Which is also nice for a change.
There is a small part of my brain that for the past 30 years has remembered the song Freemason Love Triangle by Portland, Oregon’s New Bad Things. In fairness, it is a really great song title. It is also a really great song – think a more post-punk and more energetic version of Beat Happening – by a pretty unique band. They’ve long stopped being a band – and unlike many of their contemporaries I haven’t heard any reunion plans – but they continue to live a meaningful life in my brain. And now on this blog too.
“Mr. Watson, come here, I want to see you” said Alexander Graham Bell to Thomas A. Watson over the telephone, exactly 150 years ago today. Telephone numbers wouldn’t come into use until 1879, but the telephone’s anniversary is a good moment to post the theme song (from 2025’s Scarecrow II, on Slumberland) of San Francisco’s The Telephone Numbers. “Pure pop for sad people” they describe their own music. Which I guess applies to a lot of American indiepop, but hey, I like it, and The Telephone Numbers (who share a member and a sound with The Umbrellas) are particularly pure.
I only recently learned that Washington D.C.’s Unrest started out as a hardcore punk band in the 1980s, with a sound more befitting the band’s name, which I had always assumed to be meant ironically given the uniquely clear pop sound of their later and better known albums. It’s still a fun name. The sweet love song I Do Believe You Are Blushing, from their 1992 album Imperial f.f.r.r., is one of the best examples of that sound and with its catchy guitar line, probably my favourite song of theirs.
Three-quarters of Railcard were Born in ‘62, which makes them old even for me, so here we have people in their sixties who just started an indiepop band. Of course, with age comes a lot of experience, in the case of Railcard’s members in British indiepop bands such as Dolly Mixture (Rachel Love), Heavenly and Would-Be-Goods (Peter Momtchiloff, both), with the baroque pop their new band makes closest to the latter. This song is my favourite from their recently released self-titled debut album which, cheap ageism aside, I did really enjoy listening to.
It doesn’t get more legendary indiepop than releasing albums on Sarah Records and Reading’s Blueboy released two albums there – and one at Sarah-successor Shinkansen. Then the band broke up in 1998 but, like so many bands from that era, recently reformed. With a new line-up (co-founder Keith Girdler passed in 2007) the band put out a new album, A Life In Numbers, last year. Which is noisier and more shoegaze than their previous work (if you’re unfamiliar, check out So Catch Him) which took some getting used to, but I really enjoyed this Black Tambourine-like Figure of Eight in particular.
I seem to fall in love with one power pop band every month. This month it is Sweet Reaper, a three-piece from Ventura, California, who sound like early Superchunk with some garage punk blended in. Or sometimes really just like early Superchunk, as in this Sick n Tired, from their latest album Still Nothing (the band’s fourth if I correctly counted releases on Bandcamp). Early Superchunk makes me very happy and so does Sick n Tired.
One downside of modern recording technologies is that there are so few bands that sound truly lo-fi, like The Mountain Goats, Refrigerator, Tall Dwarfs and so many others did in the mid 1990s, when young me in my bedroom found the barely produced two- or four-track recordings made the bands somehow more relatable. So I was glad to discover Healing & Peace (Alex Mussawir from Columbus, Ohio) who sounds old-fashionedly lo-fi like the aforementioned bands and, because there is a small dose of blues in his songs, a bit like Railroad Jerk, too. Which is fun.
Silk Daisys is a band (or ‘project’) from Atlanta, GA which helpfully list a lot of British 1980s musical references on its website (including Lush, Cocteau Twins and The Primitives), as if the music itself didn’t make it very easy to find that box to put them in. Even the design of their self-titled debut album, released late last year, looks like it comes out of the 4AD catalog. To those references I add Ride (whose Mark Gardener mastered the album) and, especially on this song, Razorcuts. If that’s your box, you’re going to enjoy this too.
I have previously written about ‘shatta’, the dancehall variant that originates in the French-speaking Caribbean, and the island of Martinique in particular. Meryl (née Cindy Elismar) is also from Martinique and also fits that box to some extent, though feels a bit more hit parade-catchy. I can’t claim to know the subtle differences between all the reggae-linked musical genres of the African diaspora, but facts are: 1) Meryl is pretty popular, especially in the French speaking world (and too big for Bandcamp, apparently) and 2) I really like this Paparazzi, sung together with Swiss-Congolese Theodora.
Maria Somerville released her latest album Luster on 4AD last year and I think that is a label that in both senses of the word is fitting: Somerville’s music matches a lot of the 4AD back catalog. Dreamy, shoegaze-y, sometimes folk-y with a bit of post-punk thrown in. To accompany that album (which I can recommend you listen to), there is now an EP with six remixes of the album. All six are worth listening to, but I particularly like this slightly darker electronic remix of Corrib by oscar18 and Asa Nisi Masa.
Today is Burns Night, where people, especially in Scotland, celebrate the life and work of Scottish poet Robert Burns, born 267 years ago. So why not post one of my favourite songs by one of my favourite Scottish bands, which happens to be a Burns poem. Camera Obscura doesn’t need an introduction, I assume. It is, incidentally, the first band I ever interviewed in person, when I spoke to then new keyboard player Carey Lander in London in 2002. It was also, I believe, her first interview. Carey sadly passed away in 2015. This song is also for her.
One possible reason behind the current wave of shoegaze/dream pop bands – that I’m certainly not complaining about – is that with modern technology you don’t need a full band to create a full dreamy sound. Melbourne, Australia’s Rocket Rules is yet another example of this. With one singer (Rachael) and one multi-instrumentalist (Baxter) they released a debut album (Dearden’s Number on Shore Dive Records) filled with great fuzzy pop songs that occupy the space between early Lush (but less dark) and Trembling Blue Stars (but noisier). There are many good songs among them, but Chapel St is my current favourite.
Songs like this are why I have this blog. The bulk of the songs of Welsh-Australian singer-songwriter Stella Donnelly are not really my thing. Decent indie folk, but too rock for me. Which is fine, I don’t judge artists because they make music for other people. But this quiet, piano-led Year of Trouble, in which Stella sings about a broken relationship (or is it a friendship?) is so beautiful and hits me right in the feels every time I play it. This is why I blog. “Gradually wе both lead different lives / Wish I could hear about what you like”.
Mandy, Indiana is a four piece from Manchester whose French singer Valentine Caulfield, according to a 2023 interview, was expecting to fully settle in Berlin. I don’t know if she ever did (at least her French passport would have helped), but in any case the band is still around and is about to release its second album URGH. This Cursive was released as a single ahead of it and even more than on other songs, they sound like an industrial version of Chicks on Speed. Which I guess makes sense, given the geographical references.
There’s some kind of About page at the bottom of the first post. There is an Instagram account and also a Bluesky account and a playlist on Tidal. I am Martijn and this is my personal-professional website.