Slipped Discs

Seasaw - Big Dogs

Girlish verve swerves and snappy patter curls in silky butterfly trills and bright concise coos as ingénue groovers Seasaw bop, cleverly leveraging novel thoughts from tidy hooks, catchy choruses and bristling riffs. Combining focus and fury, the dynamic duo sizzle throughout, “Big,” digging in deep to stand tall, pitching enticing bite-sized plights over articulate misfit pop-songs colored in alluring coercion.

Brother Reverend - The Tables Turn Too Often

Moonshine-primed rabble-rousing spills from bohemian-themed honky-tonk, turning, “Tables,” into flimflam jams liquored in riverboat burlesque and juke-joint jamborees churning out loose-knitted blues-rooted story-songs bent in carnival charm, sideshow hokum and tale-spinning whimsy. Dandy shenanigans bandied between basement raves, backwoods hootenannies and greasy-spoon ballrooms, Brother Reverend revive and revel in weathered garage-gospel hospitality, indie-rock jesters grifting rickety wisdom from dubious collusion.

Miss World - Keeping Up With Miss World

Spritzed in boom-box blasts, trash-talk panache and valley-girl bombast, splashy bratty Miss World’s blitzkrieg chic preaches brash rascally appetites smashed into groovy scenery-chewing amusements; rampant vanity unleashing street-corner taunts inside punk-pop fairy-tales. Provoking amplified tantrums steeped in concussive percussion and megaphone vocals, “Keeping Up,” gets down to brass-tacks with sarcastic malice made into bitchin’ glitter-bombs crashing parties and dropping headlines.

La Force - La Force

Flooded in sensual chemistry from hypnotic harmonies surfing inside subtly insistent rhythms, “Force,” pours refined high-minded designs over wanton sonic concoctions whose sultry pulses spin exotic gloss bubbling under cool beauty. Posh mermaid disco floats close to sleepy art-song soliloquies with La Force’s soft twilight prayers double-dipped in Avalon satins, wrestling sumptuous punctual rendezvous around restless hesitations and feverish eagerness.

Alexander Orange Drink - Babel On

Candy-coated anarchy meets barking-mad commando-rock to stitch together sharp, topical observations beneath gleeful truth-seeking tunes; Orange Drink’s sly subversive verses dance alongside wonky New Wave keyboards, militant guitar bravado and driving, feet-friendly beats. Nervous mirthful absurdity lurks behind home-grown wind-up circuses while, “Babel,” sorts and cavorts through modern chaos, finding dystopian delights in manic candor, profound clowning and exploratory paranoia.

The Mommyheads - Soundtrack to the World’s End

Grim wits sneak silver-lining shine to doomsday gloom as, “End,” renders tender amends spiked in savvy arena-rock theatrics and haughty power-pop mockery; gripping last-minute sympathies cautioning hopeful atonements with tipping-point disappointments. Actors on a burning stage huddled around select recollections, The Mommyheads cast one-act ballads encompassing compassionate nostalgia, flabbergasted outrage and unsettling regrets into gorgeous bittersweet journeys down dead-end streets.

David Nance Group - Peaced and Slightly Pulverized

Fiery quagmires blazed in steel-gauged lacework, “Peaced,” seethes, bleeds and seizes in splintered full-moon rock unlocking stark urban cool and ghoulish cosmic blues.  Ignited in slow-roasted guitar-amp anarchy, unvarnished beauty bubbles and bends in David Nance Group’s competent hands conjuring prowling maelstroms strewn in blistering double-fisted resistance; coarse boisterous voices shaped by hip, slippery riffs lashed to adamant six-string savagery.

Adrianne Lenker - abysskiss

Singular singing ringing in sweet meekness greets wide-eyed wandering minstrel wonder as cross-stitched acoustic guitars climb, chime and confide inside Adrianne Lenker’s second solo venture. Scampering among writhing spirals and curious flurries, the intimate, “abysskiss,” flits in rich, rippling images, a fanciful whimsy overtaking logic to liberate reclusive truths with bewitching innocence; miniature singer-songwriter cinemas flickering around winsome rocking-chair two-steps.

Ian Sweet - Crush Crusher

Uncoiled turmoil crawls and hauls “Crusher,” from slithering alt-rock synergy into wilted narcotic-pop surrenders, forming choreographed torture through caressing delicate regrets into crashing concessions. A swift and fluid navigator, Sweet treats spent intents to beautiful squalor, biographical after-thoughts whose wavering shapes incite stalker beats from foggy colleagues, crafting soul-baring jump-abouts enacted as badge-of-honor battles in midnight raids on stolen emotions.

William Basinski + Lawrence English - Selva Oscura

Wind-blown, deep-shadow frequencies emitting enormous sheaths of glacial sound, Basinski and English’s long-distance collaboration carve phantom channels carpeted in submerged white-noise hives; wafer-thin vespers buzzing among turgid reverberations. Immersive ice-cold surges blur hallowed monochromatic saturation while, “Selva,” bathed in sameness, dissolves, resolves and devours, subsiding and inviting marathon stretches to envelop mammoth canvases, smearing anonymous sonics with rapturous galactic blackness.

Kristin Hersh - Possible Dust Clouds

By enlisting singed incantations with misfit rhythms and sixth-sense experiments, the raw, innovative “Clouds,” rains taunt, indie-rock over meta-fiction revelations and character-driven mysticism; restoring and exploring mind-melting narratives backed by crafted catastrophe and cast-iron imaginations. A wonderfully unconventional guitarist and lyricist, Hersh thrusts, bucks and tugs, building exorcised lies into industrial shuffles and constructing untamed therapeutic grooves from ghostly psychosis.

Laura Gibson - Goners

Steady melodies melt chamber-folk poetry lavished in lacquered violins and crisp whispers; Gibson’s stern, maternal meditations plucks picturesque descriptions from choice discourse emptying surreal stories into weary waltzes. Propped in sleepy secrets and perched in late-night lullabies, curious verses teeter between rhythmic riddles and gentle rhymes as, “Goners,” fawns over exquisite details, lovingly arranged with spacious tastes and embroidered poise.

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