If the intelligence of early Television Personalities songs were shielded by both DIY production and punk scene reportage, by Mummy You’re Not Watching Me TVPs leader Dan Treacy had started to find ways to fold newly deeply emotional songwriting into his group’s curious mergers of psychedelia, mod, sixties pop, and post-punk. And while many have made the case for TVPs as progenitors of indie and twee, that reading gets things, somehow, very wrong, missing the sharp observational flair that marked Treacy’s songwriting out from so many of his peers, and misreading the happenstance performance and production for some kind of underachievement. Mummy You’re Not Watching Me isn’t ‘sophisticated’ in a pejorative sense, but it’s ambitious, and its finest moments – particularly the second half of the album, where songs like “Painting By Numbers”, “Magnificent Dreams” and “If I Could Write Poetry” are inhabited with a quiet, suburban despair that’s as devastating as it is everyday – feel like classic English kitchen sink drama transmuted to popular song.