Slipped Discs

Badge Époque Ensemble - Self Help

Smooth intuitive jazz attached to stark noirish sizzle, “Help,” melts sinister synergy cushioned in tentative melodies to woke hope lit in smoky solos and palatable collaboration. The immensely talented Toronto seven-piece restlessly caresses contorted chords exploring wind-tossed improvisations into scorching detours subtly touching on fleeting feelings before launching into schooled cool from modern boppers drawing hip traditions into post-millennial splendor.

Bon Bon Vivant - Dancing in the Darkness

From woozy jubilees to sobering eulogies, “Darkness” barks in braying brass and steamy reeds fired in torch-song soliloquies reflecting sensuous reverence with flowing condolences and passionate gratitude. Hungry for life, New Orleans’s Bon Bon Vivant put down roots while reaching for the sky, embracing bawdy voodoo klezmer, street-parade funk and sweet champagne ballads that devour the sweet and the sour.

Brijean - Feelings

Glossy peacocks and retro-posh swashbucklers, Brijean breathes lava-lamp leisure onto jet-set merry-making, creating heaven-bound soundtracks to ultra-cool get-togethers whose groovy pool-side rendezvous invite and entice hippie-chic paradise. Electro-lounge pleasure-seekers celebrating fleeting weekend sensations, “Feelings,” ripple in hip, sultry pan-cultural raves, equatorial boogie sauntering along sleepy Parisian salons fawning over satin-sheet beats billowing beneath pastel Latin jazz and sizzling international disco.

Alexander Biggs - Hit or Miss

Tumbleweed autobiography gathering metaphorical momentum shaded in collateral damage and random details, “Miss,” whispers in descriptive riddles, defining shining examples and revelatory rambles via moonlight acoustics splashed in friendly folk-pop jangle entangled in underwater consciousness. Charismatic narrator Biggs writes page-turning journalism coded in roadside rhapsodies, literate sympathies unraveling street-bleached poetry from story-teller cellars capturing parched heart’s mysteries inside honky-tonk homilies.

Bodies of Water - Is This What It’s Like

Adamant theatrics catapulting concise advice through scripted quips and glib prescriptions, “This,” clinches witty fictions in pithy insights, charming dramas built from funky synths, winsome violins and wanderlust percussion. Ambidextrous confessors, sensual self-professed tempters and entrenched messengers, Bodies of Water wobble, topple and weave in lively surprises derived from roaming personas; writhing, divulging gypsy-rock glories poured into slinky indie-pop operettas

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.

The Brandy Alexanders - The Brandy Alexanders

Bright, brazen consciousness-raising painted in blazing paisley, engorged power-chords and swinging rhythms, The Brandy Alexander’s molten alt-rock voltage twists haughty psychotics into perky flirtations with hook-filled thrills straddling calculated mayhem and familiar willfulness. Flawless plots grooving to restless get-aways, the Canadian five-piece’s self-titled album bursts with retro treasures washed in modern fondness, edgy yet friendly, surprisingly kind while unsparingly daring.

Bodega - Broken Equipment

Hungry punk commandos seeking appeasement through reason and logic for solace, Bodega attacks with collective pressure and heady bedlam, ringmasters at moon-barking carnivals painted in insidious grit, clanging jangle and streetwise choirs. Decadent declarations confronting contemporary life’s abundant conundrums and mind-numbing redundancy, “Broken,” courts corrosive duplicity, targeted marketing and dissociated behavior in endearing sneers catapulting tabloid shrapnel into existential minefields.

Brothers Griiin - Joy City

Helmed by Flaming Lips’ Nicholas Ley and Matthew Duckworth Kirksey, awesome robotic ravers Brothers Griin’s lit debut spins double-dipped bangers between languid daydreams and ambitious mantras. Bungee-jumping funk stoked in baroque mojo, wrung from doctored beats and infected with sick riffs, “Joy,” bursts with sonic novelty, zonked geometry and fluid ingenuity happily cruising through madcap booty-rock with hip microchipped conniptions.   

Naima Bock - Giant Palm

Lit in tropical sauntering and baroque folk, Naima’s inquisitive indie-pop depictions delight in bright curios, cerebral themes seasoned in sensual connections and melodic narcotics. Bossa nova woven from placid jazz and infused in chamber-music nuance, “Palm,” lifts and lilts, breathing easily from yawning symphonics to flighty sighs, a casual mastery playfully majoring in simmering mysteries, moody perusal and measured pleasures.

The Beths - Expert In A Dying Field

Smart, barbershop power-pop, “Expert,” searches for solutions with swooping doo-wop harmonies tangled in snarling guitars, bullseye bass and chiming rhymes. Alt-rock hooks hung from luscious vocal production dangle upbeat heartaches alongside live-wire guile and cheeky sweetness. Feasible idealists, The Beths rev edgy ingenues into frothy positivity, changing sage cliches into pithy air-tight insights bobbing and weaving over punchy, lunging percussion.

Stephen Becker - A Calm That Shifts

Translucent moods cruise through the lightly tranquilizing, “Calm,” hiding steely queries inside measured reveries with immutable musicality perusing assorted forethought and meandering banter. Articulate, sensitive and confident, one-man-band Becker plies multi-instrumental skills in air-brushed percussion, glowing guitars and narcotic bass as effortless fretwork brings nimble jazz chords and melodic soft-pop purrs to nuanced songs addressing messy connections with swooning elocution.

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