Slipped Discs
Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd
Mark Eitzel - Hey Mr. Ferryman
Mark EitzelHey 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 EarlThe 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 ErezOff 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.
• Noga Erez Website • Noga Erez FacebookEma - Exile in the Outer Ring
EmaExile 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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EditorsViolence
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.
• Editors Website • Editors Facebook • Editors WikiEternal Summers - Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…
Eternal SummersEvery 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 ElevenBanker’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.
• El Ten Eleven Website • El Ten Eleven Facebook • El Ten Eleven WikiE.B. the Younger - To Each His Own
E.B. the YoungerTo Each His Own
Label: Bella Union
A traveling troubadour’s suitcase packed in friendly, good-time rhythms, whose casual crooning blooms beneath anecdotal hopes and good-neighbor fables, “Own,” intones gentler times where intelligence brought cleverness and differences came with benefits. A pseudonym for Midlake’s Eric Pulido, E.B. cushions his personable concerns in electric chamber-folk overtures tumbling down soft-pop rabbit-holes with swelling melodies carrying earnest verses to beautiful conclusions.
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Electric YouthMemory Emotion
Label: Last Gang Records
Powder-puff purrs from silicon-chip mistresses and motion-sensitive sequences tweaked by studio-grooved gurus, Electric Youth pursues posh robotic blossoms plunged into plush narcoleptic luxury, curled vertigo inverted into moody, futuristic visions whizzing past opulent propositions. Slick, civilized seductions sprouting stainless angel-wings and soaring over palatial constructions, “Memory,” blends synthesized whimsy into uplifted artifice for voyeuristic insistence, tempting exemptions and sparkling exhibition.
• Electric Youth Website • Electric Youth Facebook • Electric Youth WikiElectric Litany - Under A Common Sky
Electric LitanyUnder A Common Sky
Label: Apollon Records
Pitched in cinematic syntax, airborne angst and sophisticated insurrection, “Sky,” amplifies worldly concerns into existential menace, cradling social mazes in ephemeral surrenders while snakey bass crawls through withering situations and singed synthesizers spar faraway guitars beneath throbbing prog-rock after-shocks. Lost prophets lavishing embattled compassion over vast canvases, Electric Litany’s muted battle-cries rise through glorious discourse, orchestral stretches and cancerous fantasies.
• Electric Litany Website • Electric Litany FacebookHazel English - Wake UP!
Hazel EnglishWake UP!
Label: Polyvinyl
Traveling from Australia to San Francisco to L.A., English’s nomadic panache unpacked a hearty appetite for hip trips and swinging flings flung from wonderful wall-of-sound Rapunzels. Castanets, glockenspiels and tympanis mixed in driving beats, multi-layered jangle and heartbroken vocals evoke vintage late-sixties torch-song symphonies in the cool, moody, “Wake,” a swooning musical cocoon nestled in nostalgia and lifted in longing.
• Hazel English Website • Hazel English Facebook • Hazel English WikiEmily Edrosa - Another Wave Is Coming
Emily EdrosaAnother Wave Is Coming
Label: Park The Van Records
Savage caveats from a savvy maverick armed in snaggle-tooth guitars, thumping drums and anchored bass; Edrosa articulates spitfire wit dipped in garage-rock assaults, rallying rattled comebacks and chasing self-incriminating impatience basted in contagious folk-punk jangle. Assisted by friends from Emily’s native New Zealand and her current L.A. residence, “Wave,” braves discouraging insecurity with refreshing perspective, astute exuberance and combative sass.
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