Slipped Discs

Steve Gunn - Way Out Weather

Organic, multi-stringed folk-symphonies seethe in slithering space-blues figures anchored in wriggling gringo rhythms; Gunn’s chattering talisman groove in elaborate slabs of tubular nuance. An unfettered zoo wild with collaborative habitats, “Weather,” churns electric devils from avenging crescendos; jammy candied banshees roasted in campfire crackle and dry-wood moan, baking tasty bandit-rock from sunny alt-country cunning, quicksilver shadows running under reclusive guru-roots.

Gang of Four - What Happens Next

Spackled in crackling percussive patterns, squealing-wheel guitar and flagrant pavement-bass, Gang of Four’s well-executed confrontational abrasions cultivate brash, cyber-briar patches inhabiting rock-bionic labyrinths. Founding-member Andy Gill and company enlists high-powered cameos to hurtle post-punk thunder past punchy funky pile-drivers as the intrepid, “Next,” treks slithering across industrial deserts in scavenger caravans. The formidable Four play Chicago’s Park West March 13th.

Girlpool - Before the World was Big

Emancipated play-dates roller-skate through wide-eyed diary-riding glad-tidings trailing unbridled cartwheel zeal alongside noble hand-holding bromides; “Big,” serves generous road-trip-brokered folk-punk homilies transformed into hopeful jump-rope waltzes. Vetting winsome observations trimmed in fly-by-night insights, sharp eyes pry hop-scotch thoughts from frank complaints while guitar, bass and intertwined vocal harmonies power Girlpool’s drum-less dynamics in cheery jubilation, grinning synergy and open empathy.

Gogol Bordello - Seekers and Finders

Punk gumption funneled into braying horns and dervish-serviced fiddles, the defiant, strident, Gogol Bordello’s quick-pivoting Balkan-rock rains raving Spaghetti Western rampages over Bolshevik-rich mosh-pits with skulking muscle and barking espionage. Growling defcon stomps packed in Cossack cool, “Seekers,” wreak compassionate havoc with gypsy-swinging opinions inhabiting iron-willed party-tunes. Opening for Modest Mouse, the band plays Madison’s Breese Stevens Field September 30th.

Gun Outfit - Out of Range

Free-range jangle wrangling electric post-rock Americana, cattle-driving Longfellows, Gun Outfit, corral back-alley allegations with ripped six-string fences hanging handcuffed shuffles over box-canyon reverb and lazy-river rhythms. Rainy-day vibes yield foggy trots whose storming contortions pour down hard while the warm and inviting, “Range,” untangles stainless-steel tumbleweed from dreamy full-moon fevers, drenching hound-dog harmonies with rambling riffs jamming beneath starry skies.

Gum - The Underdog

Thick, wonky psychedelics morph pliable plastic soul from cozy programmable prog-rock, Gum’s savvy dramatics feature phlanged jams, turbo-charged harmonics and steam-cleaned keyboards, perfect strobe-lit choreography for dry wits and mobile hips. Waking from sedated dreamscapes inside rainbow echo-chambers “Underdog,” doles out wavy space-age funk-dunked flashbacks, camouflaging disparaging remarks in glorious Technicolor while surrounding drowsy lunar-lounge soundtracks in fizzy seltzer-pelted feelings.

Laura Gibson - Goners

Steady melodies melt chamber-folk poetry lavished in lacquered violins and crisp whispers; Gibson’s stern, maternal meditations plucks picturesque descriptions from choice discourse emptying surreal stories into weary waltzes. Propped in sleepy secrets and perched in late-night lullabies, curious verses teeter between rhythmic riddles and gentle rhymes as, “Goners,” fawns over exquisite details, lovingly arranged with spacious tastes and embroidered poise.

Gabby's World - Beast on Beast

Whip-smart, happy pop swirled in giddy indie-rock, “Beast,” reaches for the stars and grabs brass rings; circling worry with confident promises where friendly suggestions slide down carefree beats riding rainbow highways paved in pastel harmonies. Immersed in day-glo open disclosure and silver-lined kindness, the former Eskimeaux’s reincarnated Gabby’s World spins in dizzy, twist and shout welcomes and genuine, tender good-byes.

GospelbeacH - Another Winter Alive

Carefree companions ready to rumble, GospelbeacH feeds jangly ranch-hand fandangos into smug honky-tonk rockers for infectious gems assembling wandering hearts onto toe-tapping attitudes.  Divided into lo-fi live-cuts and previously unreleased songs polished to perfection, “Winter,” layers cheerful hometown feels over subtly intricate precision where restless tempests rustle smooth California shuffles rooted in colluding harmonies, rollicking riffs and open road anecdotes

Girlpool - What Chaos is Imaginary

Wide-eyed DIY adventurers, Girlpool’s infectious folk-punk gumption expands into nuanced choral-pop confections built from wholesale exuberance, centered incandescence and authentic sentiment then adding breathless depth, thoughtful polish and selective effects. Surrounded by plush, muscular daydreams leapfrogging into symphonic honky-tonk, the curious, “Chaos,” spawns fawning vaudeville concoctions radiating sumptuous stadium flame-outs, coffee-shop chops merging intimate string bridges to unlocked bedroom jangle.

Rachel Grimes - The Way Forth

A theatrical time capsule capturing prairie arias, settler soliloquies and rural ruminations; Grimes’ divine Folk Opera offers documentary memories examining Manifest Destiny while Western Expansion dances among minstrel shows and letters home. Multiple view points from bandshell barkers to second-generation perspectives carry, “Forth,” through heavenly choirs and biographical fragments, glorious story-telling orchestras weaving hoe-downs, sojourns and history into reverent evidence.

Gordi - Our Two Skins

Subtle, vulnerable touches climbing behind deep-feeling pop-soul weariness and aspiring folk-tronic fire, “Skins,” swim in warm embraces, nurtured by determined searching purging confidential mentions with fluid communion. Lasting passion grasping gilded lyrics, Gordi implores and restores; her vocal’s expressive faith breathing life into songs trimmed in minimal instruments restlessly coalescing into formidable storms; humanity’s poignant calamities placed beneath piqued beats.

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