Slipped Discs

Bombadil - Hold On

Quixotic, melodic and occasionally toxic, Bombadil’s blithe, but biting tunes bounce between self-effacing chamber-pop apologies and elegant a cappella elegies. Squired choirboys pair level-headed blessings with cloistered joys turning everyday fables into comical cosmopolitan operettas. Framing modern problems inside baroque love-notes, “Hold,” bestows precise polite delights where swooning harmonies take flight and side-lined instruments accentuate and punctuate with mischievous hindsight.

Coutney Barnett - Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometime I Just Sit

A divine brag and slag packing blues-punk funk and chunky dockside rock into brass-tacks swagger down savage cafe catwalks, “Sometimes,” combines wickedly descriptive gifts with bitter, brittle rockabilly licks; blinding bull’s-eye rhymes smothered in powerful scowls and impoverished scoffs. Beatnik-sweetened cockney caroler Barnett teases devil-may-care savoir faire to launch clever double-barreled revelations within caustic mocking, indigent belligerence and delicious indifference.

Tom Brosseau - Perfect Abandon

Accompanied by his three-piece band and recording with a single microphone, sly, eye-twinkling troubadour Brosseau captures character-inhabiting sagas, tenderly spreading good-natured country-blues in crystal-clear cadence and disarming calm. Sweet, sleepy keepsakes tumbling from folksy podiums with minimal fuss, “Perfect,” births cozy poems detailing love’s errant struggles and life’s hard-won discoveries; hand-picked deliverance trimmed in ragtime rhythms strummed from beguiling smiles.

Bleached - Welcome the Worms

Snarky guitars and battering bass stab and grab in no-nonsense consequence rocking caustic mosh-pit kisses thundering under sledgehammer glamour; the turbo-charged, “Worms,” burns through brawny taunts, ego-crushing struts and brash pop stomps. Baptized in electric bluster and flanked by shameless hanky-panky, the heavy L.A. trio’s bitchy transcriptions pitch peppermint grit from pepper-spray kitchens while pin-up kitsch whips salty curve-ball come-ons.

Sam Beam and Jesca Hoop - Love Letter for Fire

Post-modern Americana weaving dreamy roots music around cantering beats, rustic shuffles and jaunty pop acoustics, Beam and Hoop’s sharp, sophisticated songs integrate rich frisky duets casually serving tender poetic truths ladled from unvarnished hearts. A vivid revision of simple traditions devoted to poised metaphors, musical intuitions and blossoming literary imaginations, “Fire,” flows in sweet country soul and wise urban folk.

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.

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.

Bellows - Fist and Palm

Jaw-dropping synth-pop clock-work stacked in steady resonating harmonies and symphonic chamber-rock arrangements, Bellows’ pouncing counterpoint woo dancing enchantments into thunderstruck teardrops crying turbo-charged lullabies in water-bed head-trips. An inviting sheen laid over sophisticated mayhem producing an invigorating stage for heavenly tension, “Fist,” shifts between ambitious mischief and promising competence, juggling smug tribal vibes alongside rhythmic pirouettes and calm melodic tonics.

Kadhja Bonet - The Visitor

A poised, melismatic acrobat, Bonet’s agile imagination sails through classic cool reaping smoldering jazz-soul bliss from gorgeous brainstorms touched in lightning-quick outbursts circling calm, patient strength. Rallying casual dalliances with lithe whispers charming luxurious assurance from bossy curiosity, “Visitor,” delivers tender ebbs from golden vocals folded over sweet tasteful licks, graceful arrangements finagling retro-hip hat-tricks washed in posh lollipop hospitality.

Jordan Burchel - Vowel Sounds

An unmoored troubadour bobbing in pop-rock folklore, Burchel turns openly emotional stanzas into post-romantic mantras stashing breezy bittersweet reprieves inside waggish tragedies as jammy dynamics meander around soft-spoken poetry. Pining over hindsight’s tempting redemption while honing soul-seeking beacons with riff-lifted missiles, “Vowel,” powers searing sincerity, lobbing polished thoughts with profound lovesick deliverance covered in ragtag sadness and slowly burning yearning.

Bash & Pop - Anything Could Happen

Lo-fi tigers colliding in double-barreled rockabilly benders and smarmy garage-rock raves, Tommy Stinson’s Bash & Pop demolishes by swinging rhythms attacking deranged twang while trolling a rip-roaring Rolodex of snarling roadhouse blues. A rollicking, rocketing joyride, “Anything,” swerves with curve-ball assaults heralding feral melt-downs primed in street-wise desires and con-artist barn-burners. Bash & Pop play Milwaukee’s Cactus Club January 13th

Blanck Mass - World Eater

Adamant patterns saddling digi-shifted rapture capture shadowy carousels unraveling in harrowing goth-rocked proms; “Eater,” feasts on gnarly card-punched conundrums soaked in primordial ooze and plastered in redacted catastrophe. Cut-and-paste taste-tester Blanck Mass’ manipulated impatience distorts engorged discourse contorting dense agitated electronics into burning firmaments forming formidable sound-on-sound stampedes from ash-filled heavens as Jericho free-falls storm ghost-rattled gates in crushing vapor-waves.

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