Slipped Discs

Easter Island - Take All the Time You Think You Need

Calm harmonies skate over languid pangs and bittersweet changes while Easter Island’s carpeted heartache shimmers in unlimited forgiveness, embattled sadness embraced by tender interventions and compliant alliances. An indie-pop safety-net stretched from gorgeous choruses to hushed touches, “Take,” creates chivalrous missions from incandescent penance, racing in triumphant percussion chasing starlit guitars sparking bell-tower power-chords among washed-ashore keyboards and second-wind finishes.   

Lindsay Ellyn - Queen of Nothing

Raw, refined, sassy and sublime, “Queen,” commands candid empathy with daunting economy, road-tested confessions hijacked in packed analogies ride solid rock-gospel while everyday fables bathed in rhinestone pop and astute conclusions bloom from ordinary portraits and classic country backing. Gifted in succinct writing wringing singular wisdom from fierce experiences, Ellyn’s naturally savvy talents impress, balancing brave statements alongside perceptive tenderness.

Sam Evian - Time To Melt

The heart-felt “Melt,” lathers creamy blue-eyed soul poured over funky punchy synthesized vices, back-burner mirth simmering in liquid lovesick whispers glazed, engaged and laid down into loose dreamy grooves cooked over dancing flames. Somewhere between psychotropic Romeo and pixie-dusted Pied Piper, Evian fuses future sounds to commercial flirting, sci-fi prizes awarded for yacht-rock sock-hops broadcasted in boldly cozy quadraphonic technicolor.

Eels - Extreme Witchcraft

Deadpan panaceas adapting Tin Pan phantoms into after-hours get-togethers, “Witchcraft,” casts star-crossed wishes espoused in rousing hepcat rock while swinging grim pouts dish out potent funk grit sprinkled over variety-hour nostalgia. Beaten but never defeated, Eel’s bittersweet survivalist draws equally between beach-blanket shindigs and cinematic denouements exuding a Hollywood Babylon where Gidget goes grunge and rebellious hellions twist and shout.

Elf Power - Artificial Countrysides

Subtle chords poured over chiming timebomb rhymes, “Artificial,” imparts strangely pragmatic magic with soft prophecies monitored in indie-rock objectivity, earnest doubt sensing ephemeral peril and spouting concrete lyrics hiding oblique secrets. Generated from structured percussion, hounded bass and synchronized synthesizers, Elf Power’s deadpan candor lands methodical thoughts caught in unstoppable clockwork swarming around elusive proofs, descriptive lists and existential chemistry.

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