Slipped Discs

Roisin Murphy - Take Her Up to Monto

A sultry strategist, eclectic art-pop architect and scene-stealing chameleon, the idiosyncratic Murphy relishes subverting precious messages inside sweeping suites; a fluid studio guru arming smarmy sambas, callous ballads and glamorous exams with happy little daggers and double-sided wit. A suave, calculating alchemy splashed in masterful sass and stunning cunning, “Monto,” delivers a soft, provocative hodgepodge that pleases, seizes and teases.

Beyond the Wizard's Sleeve - The Soft Bounce

Coiled embroidered matrixes constructed from phlanged patchouli-fueled fantasies sandwiched among acid-blasted detours and paisley-flavored jams, “Bounce,” renounces earth-bound reality, pitching cross-stitched instruments zipped in ultra-hip lysergic grooviness. Eclectic adventurers launching jet-propelled mind-trips around starry collages, BTWS’ enlightened titans stir paranormal storms formed around surreal feelings as celestial sirens call out in day-glo mojo to cosmic sailors lost in scorched rainbow-rock.

Heliotropes - Over There That Way

Girl-group gloom meets indie-rock pillow-talk via collegiate beach-party harlots sparking surf-twang bangers for disconnected intellects; Heliotropes’ co-ed dread spreads weighty vagueness over bittersweet ennui as suspicious kisses swollen in swan-song bygones swallow existential squalor. Born from cross-hair glares floundering in pale beauty, “Over,” smolders with melancholy melodies wrung from deep, dark jangle then dipped in misfit grit and romantic pandering.

Soldier's Heart - Night By Night

Nocturnal journals inscribed by swirling electro-pop dervishes, “Night,” ignites kittenish whispers into kinky air-brushed struts cut from fitful glitches, slick precision rhythms and souped-up loops. Playing it cool and staying in control, Belgium’s sweltering Soldier’s Heart entices curious tourists with beat-driven sins skimming heavenly confessions, luring demure cures from slinky midnight binges while extracting sensual unmentionables from stainless dance-friendly arrangements.

Bright Light Bright Light - Choreography

Graceful and tasteful, BLx2’s unbridled pizzazz packs ravenous flash into immaculate panache for irresistible show-biz glitz sizzling in stacked brass, sizeable choirs and imploring power-pop choruses. A gallant, star-studded extravaganza balancing pretty intimacy against rumbling hungers, “Choreography,” suggests obsessive connections through fatal attractions and hopeful devotions pitching passionate ballroom blitzes gripped in polished dollops following ravenous riffs circling heart-throbbing bliss.

Emily Jane White - They Moved in Shadows Altogether

Spawning somber fawning, “Altogether,” valiantly endeavors to rally strong, white-cap ballads around soothing acoustic harbors; nebulous impressions enveloping noble chamber-folk processions in royal chorale incandescence. Eerie calm and saintly patience paints regally conceived harmonies dispatching swollen ghost proposals as White’s polite wind-swept footsteps lead discrete pleads to stately Celtic receptions; delicate pirouettes slow-dancing to fairy-dusted percussion muffled in lush constructions.

Wild Beasts - Boy King

Pumped presumption guiding fuel-injected conjecture into slinky robo-rhythms while pitch-controlled future-soul vamps in slamming glam-rock boogie, “Boy.” runs unencumbered over untapped appetites; lean, mounting hungers velvet-crushing super-model seductions. Prowling downtown labyrinths soliciting illicit decisions, Wild Beasts’ oiled poise rides sonic stallions through moody synthesized grooves shaded in midnight dangers, reaping tense suspense through stylish vibes, gurgling purrs and post-carnal calm.

Robbing Millions - Robbing Millions

Quick-pivoting time signatures capture left-brain quatrains in micro-encapsulated packages mapping Robbing Millions’ sharp, intriguing seizures onto art-prog dream-pop. Scoring shiny choruses with savvy calibrations, the Belgian quintet’s supple self-titled tidal-wave blazes through succinct tiddlywink sprints out-thinking dance-rock street-smarts with unglued jazz fusions while dramatic catapults discharging syncopated counterpoint dissect clever pleasures with telekinetic intellect inventing bendable dimensions beneath sizzling juxtaposition.

Cool Ghouls - Animal Races

A late-sixties throw-back telegraphed in kaleidoscopic jangle wrangling brittle six-string synergy, “Animal,” tips a narcoleptic Stetson to West Coast ghosts wrestling echo-laden wig-outs tripping in electric finger-picking and sweetened with tumbleweed pedal-steel and heady harmonies. Yearning folk-rock hold-outs prone to exquisite psychedelic rampages and transcendental anecdotes, Cool Ghouls’ concrete cowboys pound paisley pavements chasing hard-scrambled solos engulfed in house-party R&B.

The Parrots - Los Niños Sin Miedo

Brandishing raw, outlaw bravado, The Parrots’ ravenous, cavernous surf-rock bursts roll stampede beats into disheveled dust-devil grunge. A cavalry charge of barbed electric guitar launching crooning lunacy and cannonball abandon with weathered punk revelry, the Spanish ranters’ scrappy debut, “Niños,” goes for gritty, bickering squalls; a massaged roof-rattling barrage scrubbed in galloping lo-fi ruckus and inflated into Grand Canyon tantrums. 

Tobacco - Sweatbox Dynasty

Deranged, disturbed and delightful, “Sweatbox,” rocks funky monster-grinds erupting in hissing nanobot troglodytes; flipped micro-chips plunging in industrial dungeons crunch transistorized data-dumps scampering under cyborg firestorms. A sleazy heaving band of experimental bandits bandaging clogged sprockets with greasy secrets, Tobacco’s syrupy Wurlitzer courtesies wrap around bossy, glossy oscillations as slow-burn turns churn in flustered thrusts, wobbly throbs and plastic attractions.

Slow Club - One Day All of This Won’t Matter Anymore

Poignant, patient conversations negotiating bittersweet treaties, British multi-instrumentalists Slow Club subtly shifts between self-reflective messages rinsed in bubble-bath ballads and third-person uncertainties poured over sympathetic second-guesses. A restorative indulgence tossing slick licks among passive indie-pop and wary sincerity hidden in modern folk-rock, “One Day,” nurtures cozy vocals polished in chrome diplomacy, primed in well-timed kindness and settled in intelligent perspective.

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