Slipped Discs

Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd

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Mark Eitzel - Hey Mr. Ferryman

Mark Eitzel - Hey Mr. Ferryman

Mark Eitzel
Hey Mr. Ferryman
Label: Merge

Elegant exercises whose effortless lyricism cruises through lush chords into electric solos with sophistication, grace and finesse, “Ferryman,” basks in emotional grandeur cultivating introspective reflections within romantic abandon. An unguarded bard turned aloof crooner, Eitzel alongside producer Bernard Butler distill despondent correspondence from consoling souls slow-dancing to stolen hopes and sumptuous despair; earthly mercies stirring transcendental penance with monumental tenderness.

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Shelby Earl - The Man Who Made Himself A Name

Shelby Earl - The Man Who Made Himself A Name

Shelby Earl
The Man Who Made Himself A Name
Label: Nine Mile Records

Coming at you like a rodeo queen’s rockin’ stepdaughter, Earl’s swirling torch-singer swagger corrals fiery hearts raging in free-range bangers packed with outspoken anecdotes and solace-seeking pleads heated in glib sympathy. Dynamic commandments undercut blues-infused memoirs while, “Name,” campaigns in untamed mind-games stuffing the ballot-box with leather and lace prayers and lobbing tumbleweed valentines over honky-tonk sonnets riding roadside gospel.

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Noga Erez - Off The Radar

Noga Erez - Off The Radar

Noga Erez
Off The Radar
Label: City Slang

Succulent grime plops dollops of basement sound-polyps atop, “Off,” to skitter in coin-roll rhythms, punching grungy gunshot-drums under flinty zip-line synths while slinky banshee samples unfold around probing split-screen vocals. From needy mediator to temptress messenger, Erez prowls through clairvoyant clamor; sending sassy trap-beat panache and solemn art-pop calm through broken post-millennial prisms focused on escape-plan precision and street-wise conviction.

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Ema - Exile in the Outer Ring

Ema - Exile in the Outer Ring

Ema
Exile in the Outer Ring
Label: City Slang

Conceived in a basement confronting working-class anxiety, gender politics and American redemption, “Exile,” emerges from crumbling assumptions and bittersweet beliefs to exude vigilant discipline hot-boxed in processed buzz and consumed in looming gloom. Absorbent, resilient, resourceful and determined, EMA glowers in overflowing cacophony compacted by disembodied philosophy, jack-hammered examination and transient alienation rupturing from tungsten-spun cyber-grunge washed with post-millennial micro-tensions.

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Editors - Violence

Editors - Violence

Editors
Violence
Label: Play It Again Sam

Brash, air-brushed hustle tainted in anguish and thirsty for terse purges, Britain’s level-headed Editors strong-arm suave, tarnished hearts pivoting in slithering alt-rock riffs ripped from romantic dance anthems.  Hungry, urbanized enticements spiced in tender regrets and thundering encouragement, “Violence,” pits glaring cynicism against blind faith; steamy, preening allegiances pairing locomotive percussion to devoted emotions and dark guitars to careful despair.

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Eternal Summers - Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…

Eternal Summers - Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…

Eternal Summers
Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…
Label: Nevado Music

Bobbing between ballistic and blissful, Eternal Summers keep chrome motors revved against gleaming daydreams with assorted pedal-board novelties groomed for maximum impact. Composed in agile casualness, breezy releases compete with shiny tsunami armies as kaleidoscopic toppers plot leisure teases and cutting comeuppance destroys in coy loyalties, turning, “Dying,” into thriving, conspiring alt-pop righteousness whose shape-shifting riffs grip, lift and sparkle.

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El Ten Eleven - Banker’s Hill

El Ten Eleven - Banker’s Hill

El Ten Eleven
Banker’s Hill
Label: Topshelf Records

Inquisitive wizards riding flashy magic-carpets, El Ten Eleven’s heavenly beatbox take-offs and ambient lambswool landings curve, swerve and converge, etching aeronautical clockwork onto flexible guitar-powered instrumentals. Parallel carousel satellites coordinating stinging pin-hole solos around hypnotic electronics, “Hill,” shifts gears with triumphant rock-driven synergy and passive jazz-massaged majesty, sculpting regal, teetering attempts to overthrow rhythmic pedal-board overlords through slippery algorithmic manipulations.

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