It seems like just yesterday that America was involved in an illegal and immoral war in Iraq. While kids you knew from high school were in the Middle East getting their legs blown off you were trying to figure out your favorite brand of clove cigarette and dabbling with cocaine. Today we revisit the soundtrack to those carefree days with 20 indie albums that came out 20 years ago, that’s right, it’s been two decades.
The Killers “Hot Fuss”

The Killers are to millennial indie rock fans what Shania Twain is to women wearing cowboy boots, in that hearing the first two seconds of one of their hits is enough to make a person want to kick down a door. Between “Somebody Told Me,” “Mr. Brightside,” and “Smile Like You Mean It,” this debut album solidified that The Killers are without a doubt the best British rock band to come out of Las Vegas, Nevada.
The Libertines S/T

If you’ve ever fantasized about being at a party in London, where a couple guys who are several pints deep grab electric guitars and start slurring along to some songs, but are actually good, then boy is this album for you. With lyrics like, “to the man who would be king I will say only one thing: la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,” this is indie Brit rock at its drunken finest.
Tegan and Sara “So Jealous”

You’re probably not ready to hear this considering it seems like just yesterday that you were crying in your car listening to “The Con,” but this Tegan and Sara album—their fourth—is older than your cousin Ricky, and that kid is hufe now. Luckily, everyone’s favorite Canadian indie-punk-lite-playing twin sisters are still making new music for you to enjoy as you reckon with middle age.
Kings of Leon “Aha Shake Heartbreak”

These days Kings of Leon are about as mainstream rock as it gets, but back in 2004 they were just a modestly known band making somewhat Southern-y rock music while wearing striped shirts and weird jackets, which is by definition very indie.
Modest Mouse “Good News For People Who Love Bad News”

This album was Modest Mouse’s first big commercial success following a lineup reshuffle, being certified platinum and earning two Grammy nominations. Nonetheless, it stays true to indie ethos, with plenty of fringe instrumentation, semi-histrionic vocals, and a nine-second horn intro that’s just as nonsensical today as it was twenty years ago.
Feist “Let It Die”

Outside of her time performing with Broken Social Scene, Feist released this chill, jazz and lounge-inspired indie-pop album of half originals and half covers. The bouncy track “Mushaboom” was included on the “500 Days of Summer” soundtrack, which is basically the mid-00s indie music version of winning Olympic gold. Today’s youths would call this one a “vibe,” and they would be correct.
Interpol “Antics”

Given the members of Interpol have been dressing like middle-aged corporate finance associates since the band’s formation in the late ’90s New York City, it’s only natural you’d still be listening to this album twenty years later, while commuting to your very own corporate job and thinking to yourself “This is all part of the plan.”
Blonde Redhead “Misery Is A Butterfly”

Not many bands can blame a four-year gap between albums on their singer getting trampled by a horse, but Blonde Redhead sure can. This record, produced by Guy Picciotto of Fugazi, marked a departure from their noise rock-inspired sound into a dreamier and math-ier brand of indie. Let it inspire you to cross horseback riding off your list of midlife crisis hobbies.
Regina Spektor “Soviet Kitsch”

The 2004 version of Regina Spektor’s major label debut was technically a reissue, as its original release was in 2003, but either way, you’ve gotten a lot older since her mesmerizingly audacious voice and spirited piano playing first graced your ears. Here is yet another album with a track featured on the “500 Days of Summer” soundtrack (some Millennials consider this the “Casablanca” of their time), rendering it immune to any arguments over whether it is or isn’t indie.
Electrelane “The Power Out”

This indie melting pot of an album by British girl group Electrelane is largely instrumental, with choral-inspired sequences, lyrics in foreign languages, and literary references thrown in for good measure. To the uninitiated, it could be a guessing game of whether it came out in 2004, 1974, or 2024. But if one thing is for sure, it’s that Electrelane walked so HAIM could run.
American Music Club “Love Songs For Patriots”

After an eight-year hiatus, American Music Club regrouped to record this dark and croony keyboard-centric record. They were all properly middle-aged in their late forties and early fifties at the time of its release, meaning by now they’re eligible to collect social security. With that in mind, this is a great listen for when you want to momentarily feel young and full of life.
Luna “Rendezvous”

If you want to talk about indie alpha moves, here’s an album that was recorded live to analog two-track. Not only that, but Rolling Stone once referred to Luna as “the best band you’ve never heard of.” This was their last release before dissolving a year later, then reuniting in 2015 to become even less heard of and all the more indie for it.
Rilo Kiley “More Adventurous”

Rilo Kiley seems to be another one of those bands that could have found just as much success twenty years before or after the time that they did, but 2004 was the year their fanbase started to rapidly grow. In retrospect they were something akin to indie-emo pioneers, and this album, with its story-like lyrics, is somehow even more relatable as a Middle-Aged than it was as a Young.
Elliot Smith “From a Basement On The Hill”

Smith’s very last album, released a year after his passing, became his highest charting record to date. It was originally intended as a double album and had to be finished by his former producer and ex-girlfriend; every track is so deeply and uniquely sad. You probably don’t need any more reminders of your own mortality these days, but if you do, put this one on.
Arcade Fire “Funeral”
Some would say Arcade Fire’s debut was a wildly influential indie rock album, while Rolling Stone says it’s number 500 on their 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list. It’s got everything one could want from an early 2000s indie release—danceable riffs, folky melodies, four songs with the same name, and a certain Canadian je ne sais quoi that’s stood the musical test of time even if some band members have not.
Franz Ferdinand S/T

If in 2004 you got anywhere near a television tuned to Fuse, the music video for “Take Me Out” by Franz Ferdinand was likely on the screen. Apparently this album has other songs, even some that rose to the top of UK charts, but our brains are too busy yelling “I want you—to take me out!” to remember anything else. If the track came out today, there’s no doubt that hook would become part of some TikTok trend.
The Veils “The Runaway Found”
This part-dark-and-gothic, part-dreampop debut album by The Veils was released exactly two months before the group disbanded over artistic differences. So, while frontman Finn Andrews would go on to make several more albums and EPs with different line-ups under the same band name, this one remains something of a one-off that’s good to revisit when your ears are craving melodramatic indie sounds.
TV On The Radio “Desperate Youth, Blood Thirsty Babes”
One can’t possibly talk about experimental Brooklyn-made indie art-rock without mentioning TVOTR. Their music is like if a retro-inspired street photographer’s Instagram grid had a sound—and to think they were writing these songs a decade before Instagram was even a word. This debut album was awarded the 2004 Shortlist Music Prize, and with its underground energy, it’s impossible to not feel very cool while listening to it.
The Von Bondies “Pawn Shoppe Heart”

Lest we forget that under the early-00s indie umbrella there was a garage punk revival, The Von Bondies are here to remind us. This loud and crunchy-ass album came out seven years into the band’s career, following a previous release produced by Jack White, and a subsequent street fight between White and The Von Bondie’s singer, Jason Stollsteimer. Ah, to be young.
Pinback “Summer in Abaddon”
The San Diego duo-and-friends known as Pinback pulled an 8.1 rating from Pitchfork with this album, which features rich guitar parts, piano layers, and stream of consciousness vocals. They recorded it right in their home studio, so, if playing and recording music is on your midlife crisis bingo card, go for it—someone might end up writing about it twenty years from now.

While it’s always a bummer to put an artist’s most recent offering on the last place chopping block, sometimes that’s just the way the beer can crushes. W.K goes for a straight up metal reinvention, which unfortunately sounds a bit too much like Jack Black coming up with impromptu songs for “School of Rock.” It’s got its scant highlights, sure, but you have to wait to the latter half of the album to hit them, like “I Made It” successfully capturing the feel of an unmade ’80s Stallone film.
As jarring as the idea of an “all instrumental, free-improv, solo piano concept album about drivin’ around in your car from Andrew W.K” might be, even more jarring still is the fact that…it kinda works! Piano has always been a part of W.K’s repertoire, and these compositions function as Andrew W.K songs if you close your eyes and BELIEVE, damn it! Even despite the complete lack of party talk. At the end of the day, ya gotta give the guy points for taking such a big swing but still having it fit into his catalog. Highlights include our hero being moved to create a drum set out of the piano in “Night Driver” and the surprise big finish of “Cadillac.”
While it may not reach the huge heights of his better LPs, “Close Calls With Brick Walls” is nothing if not W.K’s most variety-packed. Jumping genres from Hawkwind-esque space drone on “Close Calls With Bal Harbour,” channeling Girl U Want-era Devo on “Pushing Drugs” and only relying on his tried-and-true “hyper-caffeinated Meat Loaf” schtick on scant songs (such as the ultimate slumber party anthem “Not Going To Bed”) It’s no “I Get Wet,” but W.K is clearly having a blast mixing it up with his vocal style and instrumentation (Yup, that’s a xylophone you hear on “Las Vegas, Nevada”) Plus, we’ve run the numbers, and this album title is definitely in the running for coolest of all time.
Interspersed with inspiring spoken-word interludes that sound like what would emerge if Mr. Rogers and Henry Rollins got in the teleporter from the Fly, “You’re Not Alone” is W.K at his most philosophical. Full to bursting with his trademark energy and unending quest for the party, “You’re Not Alone” also just might make you tear up from thinking of the halcyon days of your youth. The spoken vignettes certainly run the risk of wrecking the flow, but it’s frankly kind of nice to have your own personal AWK in your headphones, as the little cartoon angel on your shoulder… Errr, cartoon devil, we mean, or, uh…Dang, which one is he???
Our boy Andrew careens from the depths of Michigan noise-rock scene and into the public eye with this aural cinder block to the face. It’s the one we all know and love, and it’s a classic for a reason: this thing GOES! Hits like “Party Hard,” “It’s Time to Party,” and “Party Till You Puke” solidify W.K’s penchant for a good get-together, for lack of a better term…damn, why can’t I think of the word I want? It’ll come to me, I’m sure. Anyway, this one’s undeniable, but there’s still room to grow, and if anyone has the energy to top themselves, it’s W.K.
What do you get when you cross all the fun and fury of “I Get Wet” with the added bonus of matured songwriting? Why, Andrew W.K’s best album “The Wolf,” of course! Alright, that might not be a very funny joke, but that’s not what we’re here for…we’re here, as always, to PARTY. “The Wolf” may not have the mainstream notoriety of its predecessor, but that’s what makes it take the top spot for us – it’s the polar opposite of a sophomore slump. A neverending freight train of rock-solid songs like “Totally Stupid,” “Your Rules,” “Never Let Down” let the listener know they’re in good hands…when that hand isn’t balled into a fist and punching “the idea of spending a quiet night in” in the crotch. Plus, with all the choir singing, and talk of the importance of friends and family, you could conceivably pass this off as Christmas music once winter comes. Throw it on at the next midnight mass and let us know how that goes for you!
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You know? You know what I mean? You know.
We don’t wanna do too much too fast! A month ago I was doing nothing but binging television shows stoned and sad, now I’m binging shows stoned with a sense of mindfulness. Let’s see how this plays out for a few months.
I can’t just leave him like this, he needs someone to ignore!
I feel like my body needs to relearn how to process vegetables slowly and gradually. This is going to take 6-8 months, and by that time it will be dark at 4 p.m. again and I’ll resume my Flamin’ Hot Cheeto diet.
Colonizers would always start just tidying up and organizing, then, next thing you know, genocide.
I think a great way to tackle my depression is by actually finishing something for a change, and I’m going to start with this 4th rewatch!
At 40% off, if I don’t keep getting McDonald’s dropped off at my door I’m practically throwing money away!
Sure a month ago I was spending all my downtime just sitting alone with a glazed-over look thinking about all of the scary things I can’t control, but now I’m doing the same thing thinking about what I would do if I win the lottery!
I’m not sure how it prevents self-care, but I keep saying it and so far no one has questioned it.
I really don’t feel like I need to show my math here.
It’s not the healthiest lunch option but we’ve definitely established a relationship, and while I can’t recall any of their names at the moment I can’t just ghost them.
I know I said I would cool it on the booze once the weather got nice, but that was just the beer and whiskey talking. Besides, gin & tonic has a whole slice of lime in it, and I’m pretty sure that’s a vegetable.
Sure I’m feeling a renewed sense of motivation and energy with all of the sunlight, but so is every other sucker in town! I don’t wanna have to fight for a spot on every machine. Better to wait for winter to roll around when things cool down.
What’s the point of getting sober now when I’m just going to be obligated to get blazed out of my mind in a few weeks? You can’t fault me for being a holiday person.
The Rockies experience more snowfall in April than any other month and that is WRONG!
Now that I’m no longer miserable I would love to join you for a hike! Unfortunately, it’s pollen season, and my allergies make me an indoor kid for the rest of spring. Don’t push allergy medicine on me, I don’t want pills to change who I am.
The tattered clothes, overgrown hair, and shaggy beard all started as manifestations of my deep depression, but now that I have energy and motivation again they’re all choices.
Just because I’m happy and my brain is swimming with dopamine right now doesn’t mean it’s not all BULLSHIT, man.
This is a dangerous, transitional time for me and I’m one push-up endorphin release away from streaking through town hall and calling myself Jesus Christ.