Slipped Discs

Neneh Cherry - Blank Project

Teaming up with Four Tet and Rocketnumbernine, sultry counter-culture suffragette Cherry weaves a stream-lined feline beat-street suite around mechanical-animal minimalism. Plain-spoken emotions splintering in forth-right insights and commanding semantics, the free-style rapper’s restless messages become prowling scowls caging unadulterated conveyances. Sparring in jarring techno-funky adventures, “Blank,” maintains an unwavering flame of jazz-punk jive; tough, gutsy hustles peppered in teasing clichés.

Cymbals - Age of Fracture

Brisk, posh, pick-pocket dance-rock spray-painted in pop-laden brain-candy, “Fracture,” gleefully manufactures giddy clubhouse bounce among shuffling bundles of cyber-jungle pounces. Flirting in perky serpentine pantomime and slurping from elastic ghost-rattled carafes of synth-rinsed glibness, Cymbals’ nimble hall of mirror lyrics slither around fidgety rhythms for half-laughing passions collapsing in fashionable traps; cosmopolitan monsters dressed in ballroom logic and post-modern panache.

Chappo - Future Former Self

A bubbling broth fostering blossoming optimism, Chappo’s swirling blue-eyed psychedelia sails over spring-loaded emotions slathered in curlicue grooves and refreshing crescendos. Coated in power-pop pastels and space-funk tastiness, “Self,” melts into smooth jubilant communion; moving through sneaky beats on tricked-out riffs, past brainy strains of dance-rock pizzazz and relaxed half-jazz for hip trips whipped into playful waves and splashy flashes.

Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Only Run

Dire diary-writing draped in mind-altering escapes, “Run,” funnels adamant battles from unraveling battalions into humane refrains, seething pleads and heartening pardons. Savory synth-blues bravery caked in dream-pop decay and alt-rock camaraderie; the band’s solid apologist and heroic motivator Alec Ounsworth masterminds a dynamic stamina fortifying resolve as it exposes our most vulnerable sides. CYHSY play Madison’s Majestic Theater June 12th.

Cookies - Music for Touching

Trigger-happy theatrics sampling cyber-soul crooners, synth-lounge prowlers and cruise-controlled romancers, “Touching,” ushers in a cosmopolitan collage of post-modern facades. Ranging from smooth nightclub melancholy to savvy alt-pop sunshine, the cautiously exotic Cookies spotlights pitch-perfect song-merchants flipping switches on thrusting struts, lusty stardust and crushing burlesque; sunshine hipsters on a mirror-ball holiday venturing into sensuous Afro-Latin sass covered in techno-drizzled sizzle.

Martin Carr - The Breaks

A perceptive pop pariah, plundering jukebox wunderkind Carr’s uncanny knack for rapturous rhapsodies brews crooning magpie stews steeped in aptly-turned phrases painting ingenious scenery and ultra-melodic blossoms falling from hummable humanist tumbles. Guided by a scavenger’s waggish navigation, “Breaks,” traipse British quips around ironic wit, bubblegum fuzz and sumptuous chamber-jangle; slyly colliding upbeat epiphanies into cheeky sympathies and colorful imagery.

Calexico - Edge of the Sun

From suave mariachi brass contrasting noble emotional collapse to feisty electro-fiestas bleached in red-hot desert-blues, roving musical conquistadors Calexico unearths deep replenished roots from weathered heritage by planting future-roosting branches with soul-seeking sentiment, tenacious patience and subtle self-assurance. Smooth in modern-day execution and rich in half-whispered history, “Edge,” registers tender memories roasted in folk-rock salsas swept among dusty gringo shuffles.

Sam Cohen - Cool It

Warm, misty-mountain synths float over heavenly seventies space-rock, levitating, “Cool,” into sumptuous pools of bohemian dreamers swimming with sidewinder guitars doused in reverb-soaked mojo and foggy melancholy. Hazy, palatial parades wading in outlaw analog powers Cohen’s meticulous odes to go-for-broke utopias; rad ballads slathered in decorated speculations fabricating deep-shag tapestries that capture hitch-hiker rhapsodies in orchestrated choruses and slow-boiled solos.

The Cairo Gang - Goes Missing

Gritty mid-sixties vigor featuring sweeping Merseybeat pleadings, chilly Piccadilly stomps and swinging Byrdsian jangle, “Missing,” positions Mod postures beneath refined dockside chiming. Cursed with earnest nightclub blues cloaked in triumphantly strummed presumption, beguiling stylist Emmet Kelly twists memories’ edgier pleasures into shimmering hymns trimmed in sin. Catch TCG opening for madman Mikal Cronin September 11th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.

Camera Shy - Camera Shy

Gossamer lobbyists for wind-tossed pop dive into chiffon-topped topics; bubbling hipster symphonics lined in yawning longing and dizzy sizzle, “Camera Shy,” supplies soft-focused hopes in ringing six-string flings, evoking sublime summertime shin-digs through coy cabana ballads. A Whirr-Nothing offshoot, the California duo cruises in slow-motion love-potions and star-struck glee, full-moon swoons producing cozy beachcomber poems papered in crisp echo-laden twee.

Samantha Crain - Under Branch & Thorn & Tree

Deep Oklahoma roots planted in John Vanderslice’s San Francisco studio turns, “Branch,” from crafty sapling to knowing grove harvesting chamber-folk pardons from blue-collar gardens and red-blooded parables heralding justice-seeking relief. Conjuring disengaged renegades with intimate serenades, Crain wails and whispers in sisterly suspicions; bristling against indignant systems through strong honest songs throbbing in midnight hindsight, street-wise forethought and age-old heartache.

City and Colour - If I Should Go Before You

Bold, blue-eyed falsettos perched between deep-seated power-chord missions and smitten pop-rock exhibitions, “If,” prowls, prods and paces in earnest second-chance anthems, red-blooded love-letter confessions and sly shadow-dancing advances. Embraceable fates reflecting on heavenly redemption through riverboat blues packed with rousing thunderclap backing, CAC’s insistent vindication runs on hopped-up optimism and crackling salvation to drive past high-jacked passions into tender surrender.

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