Slipped Discs

The Dø - Both Ways Open Jaws

Assembling trembling, tongue-twisting tempos this pair of European collaborators crafts squealing helium realism juggling pixilated perspectives around cartoon calliopes and woozy hallucinogenic melodies. Fusing quaint upbeat joy to foxy rockin’ swagger, jazzy spell-binding finery and hippie-rock kaleidoscopes, Jaws,” never over-indulges, soliciting mysteries with innocent consistency, playfully waylaying conventional expectations in a frothy broth of bewitching keyboard carnivals performing enchanting arabesques.

The Delta Routine - Cigarette and Caffeine Nightmares

Harsh, cathartic boogie marinated in loose, blues-rock grooves and swamp-water bop, “Nightmares,” pairs honky-tonk stomps from Roller Derby dervishes and slip and slide jive tied to unflagging swagger. Rambunctious punks fusing rockabilly belligerence to demanding evangelism Delta deals slap-dash splatter sporting ballistic grit, backwoods traction and raucous hep-cat side-steps.TDR hosts a CD release party Oct 11th in Milwaukee’s Hotel Foster

Julie Doiron - So Many Days

Drawing from youthful country-blues pursuits and solitary alt-folk melancholy, Doiron’s congenial chamomile chameleon deliver self-reflective lullabies glazed in rumbling twang and swaddled in hummingbird harmonies, plain-spoken guitars and coy, cautious observations. Calico camaraderie steeped in meek sweetness and doused in mousy countenance, “Days,” flavors life’s everyday strife in unobtrusive reviews of subtle deeply-felt troubles yielding wishful epistles from barbed-wire diaries.

Pantha du Prince and The Bell Laboratory - Elements of Light

Swimming images of Zen railroad crossings, Sunday churchyards and midnight clock-shops; electronic artist du Prince and Norwegian ensemble The Bell Laboratory embark on a symphonic odyssey exploring pure radiant tone against restless synthetics. Evocative hypnotics float, soak and coax as, “Light,” underscores translucent beauty, evolving organic trances while diving deep into beat-friendly meditations bolstered by ethereal ambience and subterranean splendor.

Dutch Uncles - Out of Touch in the Wild

Acrobatic staccato slathered in classical strings, satin-soft synths and percussive muscle, “Wild,” riles rhythmic prog-rock fissions for an exacting marriage of chattering art-pop patterns stabling feather-weight sabers skating over synchronized visions within linear signatures. Deliciously rigorous and blessedly flexible, DU’s tight-knotted romps blink, flit and flinch; slippery whispers skip over spring-loaded probes whose swooning pneumatic catalysts enchant, recant and romance.

Dead Gaze - Dead Gaze

Rugged, chugging psychedelics bomb heavily-textured conjecture in sluggish punches, congealing zeal and syrupy diversions, while, “Gaze,” glazes playful, contagious tunes into potent, roasted alt-rock commotion. Ear-drum pummeling conundrums, DG’s over-loaded proposals move through gooey, tripped-out conniptions that slither in thick riffs pickling spackled action, swimming in subterranean radiance whose discordant contortions revel in devilish indulgence and shine in voluptuous corruption.

Donna the Buffalo - Tonight Yesterday and Tomorrow

Bouncing between Cajun-baked hoedowns, bayou squeezebox teasers and calico mountaintop jamborees, DtB’s roots-riddled country-rock hops, skips and boogies, roasted and bolstered by smokin’ blues organ, slippery hillbilly fiddle and funky electric-guitar. Lively, laidback swamp-water blossoms arranged around frisky epiphanies, “Tonight,” plants home-grown peace and love in flower-powered honky-tonk whose rockin’ good-will two-steps between groovy patchouli zydeco and tasty jam-band reggae.

The Deadly Gentlemen - Roll Me, Tumble Me

Vibrant and resourceful, TDG’s traditional blue-grass line-up revel in elaborate narratives, scene-stealing playfulness and folk-rock leanings, the wistfully twisted Boston quintet’s runaway-train changes pit brisk riffs against unstoppable chops as each member’s voice gathers steam unleashing serene harmonies.  Peppered in tasty jam-band grand-slamming, “Roll,” coasts in casual one-upmanship; quietly providing a spidery drive to dive-bombing romps double-dipped in top-tapping happiness.

Dinosaur Bones - Shaky Dream

Existential contentions hammered from divine grinds, volcanic dynamics and moody grooves, DB’s searing, lyrical punk-rock waltzes hatch heart-wrenching chemistry through creeping sleeplessness; smoldering corrosions erupting in splendid squalor and menacing second-guessing. Taunt, tight-rope walks stalking fragile casualties and defiant survivors, “Shaky,” bravely engages waylaid crusaders, folding broad-shouldered doldrums into shady mazes staggered in ragged swagger, spurned yearnings and anthemic epidemics.

Deer Tick - Negativity

Full-throttled trots and somber romps collide in rambunctious shanty-town rock as, “Negativity,” sizzles in rootsy, bluesy, barn-burning head-turners offset by tender, moon-lit, road-warrior ghost-stories and grizzled, chiseled, late-night heartaches. Sketched in five o’clock shadows and broken-promise honesty, Deer Tick’s savage alt-country jamborees expose a ravaged poet’s soul confessing pressing honky-tonk sonnets. The Rhode Island vagabonds play Madison’s Majestic October 13th.

Mike Donovan - Wot

Tangled truths braised in greasy twang and buffeted by Mexicali brass, Donovan’s woeful solo nurses wounded tunes with casual valor and candid rambles. From hungry country shuffles to barking garage-rock and rural slacker blues, the Sic Alps song-smith slings deep-fried soul, pitting petulant prose against dusty roads. Twisted six-string wisdom knots, “Wot,” into gravelly salvations, weary appeals and tenuous celebrations.

Dott - Swoon

Decked out in burning bridges about burning bridges and well-oiled choruses, “Swoon,” zooms and fumes empowered by retro-minded drive and feminine guile, teetering between lip-gloss garage-pop and beach-party alt-rock. Scoring scoff-moppet kiss-offs beneath love-song recon, the fashionably angelic and brilliantly belligerent Dott plots stun-gun bubblegum through hand-clap ballads saddling toxic bop with luscious touches of disarming harmonies and surf-punk doo-wop.

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