Slipped Discs

Alba's Edge - Run to Fly

Tender touches flushed in cantering fantasies corral galloping rallies into tranquil sanctuaries filled with mingling traditions sprinkled in casual pizzazz from fine-tuned moves; the resplendent, “Fly,” ties silky Celtic-jazz passages to sizzling midnight jigs flitting in firefly nose-dives and grasshopper tail-spins. Parading, persuading and evading, Scotland’s exuberant Afro-Cuban fusionists, Alba’s Edge soars in intrepid pep steeped in nimble sunlit steps.

American Wrestlers - Goodbye Terrible Youth

Vigorous pub-rock lullabies served in matter-of-fact rallies coat street-wise hope in staunch confidence as American Wrestlers’ muscular wonder feeds a needy hunger for earnest courtesies and compassionate actions through guitar-fueled power-ballads and sage, patient anthems. Cruise-missile crusades offer mighty tidal-waves of good-will, bonded fellowship and energetic connections, turning “Youth,” loose through layman’s lyrics to rouse powerful harmony within iron-clad camaraderie.

Ash Borer - The Irrepassable Gate

Torn in scorn, slow-core roars and turgid fury, “Irrepassable,” snarls with devilish embellishments dredged from vicious contrition supporting virulent conspiracies. Pulverizing pile-drivers trapped in pyroclastic blasts lashed to growling undertows grown from breakneck rage and pitch-black malice, Ash Borer’s glorious torrent dredges force-fed pledges, gouging monstrous preponderance between muscular clusters crushing relentless eruptions and irrefutable grinds etched on anvil canvases.

Autobahn - The Moral Crossing

Sensitive engines mixing post-punk menace with night-club medicine, indie-synth revisionists Autobahn construct hypnotic Krautrock highways with over-driven distortion coursing through shadow-battled tunnels, dredging lush crushes from curried fury while mounting corrosive campaigns against faceless rage. Glazed, serrated micro-managed calamities probe svelte, self-contained anarchy throughout “Crossing,” as swirling urges surge, merge and purge, churning cathartic rebel yells beneath grinding assembly-line timing.

Amen Dunes - Freedom

Subterranean restraint seizes clenched sensual laments inside the tightly bridled, “Freedom,” whose foolish dreams teem in edgy soul magnetized in steely panther glances cast among shadow-captured attractions. Embroiled in foiled stories, insinuated sympathies and inexpressible revelations, Amen Dunes’ ruminating tastes pace mental cages where shifting rhythms clocking persistent thoughts stalk lost memories in thin, synth-rinsed fogs and intriguing, minor-key mazes.

Air Waves - Warrior

Orphaned love-sick indie-pop steeped in jaunty Krautrock jangle and calm New Wave patience, “Warrior,” wrangles glowing neon synths around sleepy six-string rhythms driven in cruise-controlled roller-coasters. Picture midnight pastel carousels swaying under LED starlight as Air Waves’ faithful choruses court Aurora Borealis Valentines pining in divine compliance, a guilty romance mixtape simmered in contrapuntal spunk, counterbalanced talent and sing-along sincerity.

Jim Andralis &The Syntonics - My Beautiful Enemy

Sly irony hides behind upfront hungers, exposing emotional strangleholds in well-composed odes as home-grown straight-shooters Andralis and company introduce natural narratives to casual analogies for root-cellar novellas ripe with redemption. Traveling country-folk balladry cast in novel plots exacting tragic costs, “Enemy,” cements spent identities to scrappy tabernacles and spirited fierceness for punches to the gut in the kindest way possible.

Activity - Unmask Whoever

Schizophrenic alchemists blending unhinged inventions into mesmerizing tension, Activity’s dicey nightmare divinity spins agitated mind-games keen on twisted mysticism into heavenly ectoplasmic traps luring meaning from steamy post-punk riddles and Krautrock dream-journals. Tasked with passive catastrophes encroaching tantric mechanics, “Unmask,” wraps tight-rope soap-operas in shadow-world poetry, drenching deliberate suspicions in careening micro-industrial feedback nourished by brooding bass and underwater drums.

Adult. - Perception is/as/of Deception

New Wave roof-raisers and self-inflicted switch-flippers, ADULT. oscillate in primitive doomsday synths, bleak sequenced frequencies seizing ominous bounce-house romps for jet-propelled helter-skelter posing as stroboscopic pop. Baited, serrated and arpeggiated into diabolical molecules glued to dreary sneers, commanding stanzas and sadistic mystery, “Perception,” raves with infectious kinetics, unstoppable propaganda wearily delirious, propped up by low-cost robotics whirling at dangerous angles.

The Apartments - In and Out of the Light

Exquisite odes to heroic almosts, “Light,” casts beautiful sadness onto smoldering emotions reveling in exceptional depths and peaceful retreats; each song’s world-weary lyrics wrapped like gifts in bristling riffs and forlorn choruses. Touched and crushed, grasped and hushed, The Apartments’ restrained refrains canonize intelligent sentiment in wary despair framing spent feelings, recanted chances and ill-fated romances with bittersweet chamber-jangle poise.

Tamar Aphek - All Bets Are Off

Phantom six-string jams spread over smoky vocals, skulking drums and basement bass, psychedelic shredder Aphek’s reckless segues, prowling growls and twisted minimalism roam over gloriously torrid territory. Fluid, late-night maneuvers chased by shadowy, blues-rooted grooves, “Bets,” lets eerie delirium guide bewitching jazz-rock instincts through gloomy beauty into slick liberation, lantern-lit pantomimes flickering in spitfire grit and chiseled in flinty riffs.

Anchorsong - Mirage

MIDI maestro and mood sleuth, Anchorsong operates exotic robotics replicating gleaming dream-states, multicultural orchestras spin winsome limbos over itchy rhythms for animated fantasies whose joyous choreography chase radiant parades sizzling in rain-forest journeys to sun-soaked beaches. Layered in playful polyphony, silky smooth grooves and bright blithe dynamics, “Mirage,” marries scholastic magic to global locomotion, circling worldly circuitry in elastic mashups.

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