Slipped Discs

Gauntlet Hair - Gauntlet Hair

Strafed in hyperbolic claustrophobia, mashed clattering and cataclysmic metaphysics, Gauntlet Hair’s groovy psycho-swampy rock resonates in unchained jangle bouncing soundly around syncopated reverb and euphoric Morlock melodies. Jungle-punk and soul-blues influences catapult the Chicago duo’s wind-tattered caverns through avalanche-managed planets. “Gauntlet Hair,” grows freefall cacophony for cosmic canvases, scathing, raving romper room operas drenched in glorious noise and industrial ecstasy

Goldmund - All Will Prosper

Sparse yet uplifting, soothing yet prickly, the raindrop rhythms Goldmund’s competing leads of pensive piano and poised acoustic guitar dance to music-box canters born from grandfather-clock logic.  Revived Civil War melodies give rise to surprisingly warm ambiance as, “Prosper,” polishes off hobbled foxtrots resonating faith, hope and charity, incremental instrumentals soldiering forward to poignant appointments, sun-kissed rivulets and untroubled comforts.

Gabriel and the Hounds - Kiss Full of Teeth

Communal collaborations coax magical madrigals from indie-rock epiphanies and singer-songwriter sympathies, “Kiss,” sits embroidered in butterfly flutes and branded in bold, swollen brass, a beautiful marriage of solitary thought and orchestrated flavors. Takka Takka’s Gabriel Levine’s harsh, narcoleptic guitars, twittering strings, whack-a-mole woodwinds and pratfall percussion journey from surf-rock noir to chamber-folk foliage, coloring flustered, rustic hubris from cathartic hearts.

Greenpot Bluepot - Ascend at the Dead End

Exotic concoctions drawn from noisy orchestras of wheezing reeds, Thai beats and tinkling cymbals, “Ascend,” sends rampaging rhythms around feral spells from tarot card choirs. Twisting ethnic traditions resisting conventional wisdom, GPBP’s outlandish mannerisms stampede in haunting microtonal hypnosis, unleashing fearlessly multi-cultural boomerangs for swirling dervish curses chasing snakes and making faces from ruthless Kabuki spookiness and choreographed cyber-tribal kookiness.

Nanci Griffith - Intersection

Uncovering long-forgotten gems and producing rousing originals, feisty folk-singer, troubadour humanist and starry-eyed archivist Griffith reflects pro-actively, learning from spurned lovers and turning everyday adversity into affirming portrayals of grass-roots salvation. Respect and regret mingle in sing-along story-songs strong in sympathy, social conscience and down-trodden decency, “Intersection,” questions countless doubts and nurtures worthy mercies, touching lives and trusting in people.

Goldenboy - The New Familiar

Savory, paisley chamber-pop dressed in shimmering licks, plush harmonies and coiled chords, “Familiar,” morphs well-oiled formulas into passive narratives held in tightly-knitted nets; radio-friendly assemblies pour sensitive medicine from poignant appointments extracting melodic charms from intricate incidents. Worldly-wise and quietly obliging, Goldenboy’s soaring voyages explore subtle detours, landing listeners on sunny shores, a patient oasis painted in brilliant chromatic ploys.

Girls Names - The New Life

A dock-side revisionist’s dissertation; shimmering six-string fidgeting scrawled into psycho-swirling jangle, glittering post-punk propulsion and squealing alleyway urgency, “Life,” swipes in riveting dissonance and swoons in fluid moves stirring dark melodic furies in oddly upbeat sweeps. Inspired pariahs, hungry ghosts in high-voltage potions, GN’s wiry white-cap magic bolts and sparkles, undaunted doomsday dancers enlisted in luminous maneuvers cornering stormy performances.

John Grant - Pale Green Ghosts

Lyrically fearless, “Pale,” rails and regales in retail tattletales; majestic melodies sweep and sneak snarky barbs and candid rants beneath intimate commitments to complicated natures.. From leathery synthetics to bubonic symphonics, propulsive electronics, grand-standing piano and ominous chamber-pop strings surround Grant’s calm, commanding voice for a layered banquet sanctioning willful, skillful pilgrims dishing frank, cantankerous bravado splashed in ego-bashing compassion.

Steve Gunn - Time Off

Crafted from rustic muscle, tactical mastery and global mojo, “Time,” meanders in hypnotic chops, wiry guile and hippie serendipity; savvy tapestries weaving taunt knots within placid gymnastics. A disarming shaman with stoic vocals drawing mystical riffs from his acoustic guitar, Gunn’s pliable spirals funnel bluesy voodoo into psychotropic folk to coax intricate, intimate jams from his band’s roomy, intuitive ruminations.

Daughn Gibson - Me Moan

Merciless purrs from wrangler’s twang, “Moan,” hones spring-loaded rodeos into ghost-town trip-hop livid with slithering soliloquies scavenged from barbed-wire heartache. A post-modern honky-tonk bronco, Gibson’s outlaw growl and rattlesnake charms languish around leathery melodies layered in brawny steam-punk electronics augmented by insidious laptop steel and back-alley harmonicas. DG plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon July 21st alongside ace guitar-slinger Steve Gunn.

Gap Dream - Shine your Light

Thick swishy bedroom-pop steeped in dazed paisley rooted to cruising youthfulness and bite-sized insights, “Shine,” redesigns precocious emotions with savvy slacker daggers. Dead-pan anthems rinsed in phat aquatic synths and goose-step drums, GD’s moon-beam chemistry mashes plastic acid-rock with dark disco manifestos, a massaged hard-drive mirage luring Beach Boy vampires and stiff upper lip hipsters into surreal cotton candy melt-downs.

Holly Golightly and the Brokeoffs - It’s Her Fault

Brimstone cornpone carousing around backwoods toe-tappers, “Fault,” exalts howling juke-joint boogie, muddy-water rockabilly and hog-tied honky-tonky for a formidable twist and shout from shotgun honeys wielding skid-row licks drenched in swamp-water kicks. Recorded on their Georgia farm, Golightly and partner-in-crime Lawyer Dave stay true to their country-blues roots reaping delicious rib-tickling kitsch beneath gritty buckshot ballads and rollicking hootenanny anthems.

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