Slipped Discs

Heartless Bastards - A Beautiful Life

Impatient consolation teetering between giddy swimming against the tide and gliding mildly over obstacles, “Beautiful,” offers empathetic medicine prescribing philosophical resolve wrapped in accomplished melodic pop. Impish invites running scenic sprints around log-cabin cabaret, Heartless Bastards’ joie de vivre gleans wonderful sunset descents touched by mystic indie-rock, lush ballroom ballads, and hot-wired Americana. HB play Madison’s Majestic Theater September 23rd.

Public Broadcasting Service - Bright Magic

Berlin floats over Public Broadcasting Service’s immaculate synth-washed vacuums hermetically etched in Krautrock beats sealed in vaporous liaisons; an electronic posse traveling from celestial epiphanies to cinematic discotheques with poised metropolitan envoys deploying utopian dopamine. Monumental temples worshiping circuitry while encrypting culture, “Bright,” celebrates technology and ingenuity with classical splashes and Olympian synergy exhibiting intricate symmetry smoldering below glow-stick symphonies.

We Were Promised Jetpacks - Enjoy The View

Heart-wrenching Zen bending grand rock melancholy into life-affirming whirlwinds, “View,” holds tenderness inside a tempest; subsiding, colliding and confiding in plaintive refrains hanging onto dear life among tremolo-soaked guitars and sine-wave synths. Flushed in muscular bluster and raging in heavenly embraces, WWPJ’s intimate vigilance rushes from apologetic to hyper-kinetic, rescued crooners swinging hard with out-stretched hand anthems underwriting clenched-fist grooves.

Christopher Paul Stelling - Forgiving It All

Magically fathomable, fashionable acoustic-roots narrator, Christopher Paul Stelling’s earnest pearls strung on sincere endearments connect common threads with gratitude, perspective, insight and wisdom. Progressive fretwork begets whimsical finger and wrist pirouettes accompanying articulate fidgeting within counterpoint tournaments, filling, “Forgiving,” with responding reprises hiding low-flying surprises, folk chord cornucopias poured over lightning runs and self-censored confessions, quicksilver trills savoring tasty appraisals.

Future Crib - Full Time Smile

Mellow pedestrian contentment informs the mega-pleasant, “Smile,” with miles accrued through lo-fi drive leaping into groovy boogaloo and folk-pop lobs sweetened in home-grown innovation. Cordial primordial congeniality, Future Crib ride gnarly waves and crash on welcome shores, fireside vocals whispering into the dark and howling at the moon commune in wry tunes where affable majesty shifts from benevolent to eccentric.

Smoke Bellow - Open for Business

Ticklish rhythms cut snug rugs hugging upbeat breakdowns as Smoke Bellow’s curious schematic attitudes box, grok and clock art-rock concoctions into disembodied toggle-pop dodging jagged patterns from rickety riffs with robotic bossa nova, hiccup funk and polished goth. Microwaved tropics romp on velvet conveyor-belts as, “Open,” stokes synthesized precision in frazzled apathy, hypnotic epoxy soldering eerie fearlessness to buoyant clairvoyance. 

Kedr Livanskiy - Liminal Soul

Russian folk melodies reincarnated into electronic golems, “Liminal,” floats stroboscopic disco beneath hacked satellite chatter, astral Valkyrie choirs and flashy beatbox mashups producing slippery psilocybin head-trips dipped in nimble cosmic rapture. Languid anchorless mix-master Livanskiy dances past elastic passages, swaying runways beamed from inflamed brainstems and attached to foreign tongues, pleasurable mental acupressure woven from crisp samples and synthetic textures.

Lotic - Water

Immersive mermaid, Lotic composes evasive memories crafted from contorted worry, fragmented tension and operatic malice drifting among gossamer flotsam and lifted in amorphous choruses; obtuse truths tweaked in sleek grief, imaginative alchemy and sleepless release. The wary, “Water,” haunts in refracted passions practicing corrosive hypnosis, extolling an enigmatic dissatisfaction curled inside bewitching rituals, roaming sonar, swirling purrs and skittish glitches.

Gone To Color - Gone To Color

A polished polyphonic debut, the self-titled collaborative laboratory tames turbulent currents and divisive rhythms hosting various vocalists to manufacture sinister facets from prismatic atmospheres, exquisite cosmopolitan options expertly unknotting twisted sophistication.  Helmed by Tyler Bradley Walker and Matt Heim, Gone to Color snakes anxious urban malaise around shiny, steely, self-reflective cages, executing luxurious turns from troubled thoughts struggling for composure.

Illuminati Hotties - Let Me Do One More

From pop-punk spunk to soft indie doo-wop, the chameleonic Illuminati Hotties’ frantic antics layer coy patience over spicy crisis for well-rounded musical playgrounds unleashing fiery irony with blistering proficiency and slinky riffs. A crash-course in tempting sensual vengeance, “More,” launches muscular hustle within sly bangers and catnip ballads; rampant cantankerous vamps whose wry side-eye hides tender contentions and guarded affections.

Sam Evian - Time To Melt

The heart-felt “Melt,” lathers creamy blue-eyed soul poured over funky punchy synthesized vices, back-burner mirth simmering in liquid lovesick whispers glazed, engaged and laid down into loose dreamy grooves cooked over dancing flames. Somewhere between psychotropic Romeo and pixie-dusted Pied Piper, Evian fuses future sounds to commercial flirting, sci-fi prizes awarded for yacht-rock sock-hops broadcasted in boldly cozy quadraphonic technicolor.

Eleanor Buckland - You Don’t Have To Know

Expanding from her acoustic roots with Boston folk trio Lula Wiles, Buckland’s rolling backroads rodeo addresses life’s unavoidable messes with fearless lyrics and perceptive pep captured in galloping backing circling twang-jangle heartache and rockin’ wanderlust. Wisdom distilled into compact two-act story-songs, “Know,” smolders in incandescent electricity; thumping drums, race-car guitars and assorted keyboards empathizing beneath poetic connections and restless introspection.

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