Slipped Discs

Rodrigo Amarante - Drama

Blessed in carefree flair and silky lilting visions, the infectious, caressing “Drama,” sparkles and lulls, seducing in flirtatious engagements and fleeting appeasements through a cinematic pallet chilled in Brazilian skills. A multi-instrumentalist whose collaborative career extends decades, Amarante’s second solo album flows in casual imagination as understated arrangements merge intimate simplicity into shifting rhythms, lifting whispered wisdom into starry carnivals.

Dot Allison - Heart-Shaped Scars

Tranquil tasteful banquets serving weightless graceful sustenance with delicious wit, “Heart-Shaped,” hosts magical musical tea-parties summoning raindrop piano singed in firefly violins, balmy harmonies and nylon-string acoustics; dew-soaked chamber-folk subtly fluttering and hovering over dark gardens. Beckoning reckonings spun in light electronics, Allison’s delicate gossamer text evoke baroque emotions, sweet suites infused with playful teases, deep secrets and spooky conclusions.

Marisa Anderson and William Tyler - Lost Futures

Honed tones mosey from melancholy Spanish ambience to sober rodeo overtures in guitarists Marisa Anderson and William Tyler’s imaginative hands; haunted and hounded, the partnership’s nomadic riffs unloose aloof ruminations occasionally joined by floorboard drums and spiraling violin. Thoughtfully cautious and firmly assertive, “Lost,” fosters vigorous mystical road-trips, curious gypsy journeys seeking frontier peace in lonely crossroads and starlit side-streets.

Artsick - Fingers Crossed

A gleeful spree careening between sputtering solos and telepathic backing, Artsick’s free-fall pop-punk pile-drivers lob lo-fi sparks into red-hot chops, pasting tasty doo-wop bop onto groovy truth-bombs raging in cagey mosh-pit finishes. Possessing reckless affections for upbeat directness, the trio’s runaway debut, “Crossed,” takes off the brakes in reactive magic as the DIY veterans bounce and bash with elastic exuberance.

A Place To Bury Strangers - See Through You

Flooded in ideas manifesting ominous promises APTBS balances leveraged heft and abrasive grace to fling abstract cataclysms into an overdriven abyss, grabbing frenzied slabs from distorted quarries for crushing alt-rock infrastructure on the brink of self-destruction. Lustful catapults crashing into trigger-happy bombast, “See” seethes in deep dark feelings buried by craven cave-ins, phantom landslides submerging furious blurs into willful thrills.

ADULT. - Becoming Undone

Hard grinds timed to sharp tongues and harsh parched hungers, “Undone,” lunges from edgy precipices into analogue squabbles lit in fluorescent menace and delivered with banshee immediacy hellbent on electronic domination. Beat-driven precision powers ADULT.’s sullen industrial insistence into manic transcendence, synchronized patterns battling claustrophobic poltergeists with rubbery push-button shudders and cyber-carny anarchy tag-teaming vaporwave vampires clamoring in stroboscopic lockdowns.

Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul - Topical Dancer

Witty digi-dancehall catcalls choreographed in spiffy electro-funk fun, “Topical,” lobs post-colonial exposés into skewered lampoons; pastel Krautrock stocked with mesmerizing evidence tripping motion-activated statements endorsing cosmopolitan acceptance and sensual transcendence. Laughable facts extracted from social labyrinths, Charlotte and Bolis mix style with wiles where sarcasm and mockery disco down swinging in lingual commingling, stinging in sly asides and impish manipulations.

Alex The Astronaut - How To Grow A Sunflower Underwater

Happy bombast dashes in poppy puppy-dog philosophy as, “Sunflower,” gleefully releases mirthful bursts furnished in sturdy wording stirring cavalier feelings with feverish rhythms and ferocious whimsy. An infectious collector of monumental events born from ordinary discourse, ATA embraces day-to-day vitality, infusing adolescent ballads with ear-candy grooves, conversational melodies embellishing simple things with metaphysical court-jester grins, precocious hope and grand humanity.

Air Waves - The Dance

Bashful casualties palpitate in bouncy counsel as aliens and demons populate Air Waves’ sullen cuddly synth-rock lullabies. Rocking grief to sleep while staring down despair, “Dance,” plants enchanting ear-worm observations; a songbook where beautiful emotional confusion produces simple, haunting thoughts and sun-streaked meekness famished for love moves reluctantly towards inevitable acceptance, a family companion for hand-holding consoling and deep-feeling healing.

Marisa Anderson - Still, Here

Adept at adapting perceptive guitar conventions, hybrid traditionalist and six-string scholar Anderson sits back and leans forward, caressing well-measured experimental ephemera with a fine-toothed comb, subtly weaving Mexican folklore and American Transcendentalism without speaking a word. Diverse and delicate, “Still,” affirms the spirit inside technique, traversing multitudes through picturesque vistas, evoking forlorn mornings and firefly twilights for engaging panoramic surveys.

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