Slipped Discs

Joe Jackson - Rain

Despite a stripped-down sound of voice, piano, drums and bass, JACKSON nevertheless concocts an immaculate universe of sour sages and bittersweet sentimentalists. Sorrowful soliloquies brush against steely social indictments as Rain broods smoothly over classy jazz piano, fires up pounding Memphis soul and turns new wave sophisticated through cutting lyrics, clever irony and consummate razzle-dazzle. Joe is slated to play Milwaukee’s Pabst on April 21st.

Joan As Police Woman - To Survive

A patient ghostly glow hovers over, “Survive,” as bohemian folk-soul gossamer meets simmering astral-jazz.  Joan’s honeyed homilies and tasty acoustic accompaniment swing from sensitive and solemn to magically inviting. Further lifted by wonderfully groggy electronics and Earth mother harmony, “Survive,” naturally unfolds as it joyfully explores.

Jealous Girlfriends - The Jealous Girlfriends

Cool, new, competent and confident, TJG’s chic machine of impertinence and impermanence produces a marvelous meringue of hardened hearts and sad satisfactions. Packed among post-modern hooks and slick, calculated riffs, TJF’s hollowed choirs and demonic drizzle wallow in surreal ennui as shoe-gazing lullabies meet shimmering alt-rock and cocktail party taunts.

James - Hey Ma

Climatic layers of liberating anthem-prayers skulk and rise like cathedral steeples as James’ cosmic purging flood fights dark, rising tides, Hook-filled pop-rock sincerity calmly and cautiously pours outspoken outrage over heroic insights, unmasking frustrations to cast out injustices. “Ma,” tackles hot topics with point-blank lyrics and rousing positivity. James plays Milwaukee’s Turner Hall Sept 26th.

Freedy Johnston - Rain On The City

After an eight year hiatus, Johnston’s smart, solid, far-away pop returns wrangling twang and rockin’ deep pockets, craftily mining the heart’s inevitable comedies. From tattletale lovers to bossa nova Casanovas, the winsome minstrel croons good-natured, vagabond songs, howling smoothly into classic pop-rock maneuverings moored to marooned romances and happily captured in happenstance.

Jatun - Blanket of Ash

Mammoth swells and wordless vertigo, heavenly fades snap, crackle and pop in Jatun’s stellar noise fest. Aural spelunking, “Blanket,” buzzes with grizzled sizzle, hovering over bold, smoldering, char-broiled electronics, forging and foraging under plummeting cascades and seething dreams. Channeling ambience into unwavering space-rock intensity, Jatun’s saturated abstractions subtly morph into intricate, factory packages.

Joemca - Sixteen Devils

Sweaty palm dramas arranged in reflective, Spector wall of sound lounge lizard living room confessions, singer-songwriter Joemca’s soul-baring, center stage persuasions convey earnest tourniquets to bleeding hearts and broken spirits, big issues reaping demons, incubating innuendos and remembering forgotten promises. Wrestling devils through heroic harmonies, Joemca negotiates complex confrontations into restlessly resolute pop-rock extravaganzas.

The June - Green Fields and Rain

Merseybeat meets the Maharishi as Italian jangle-rock rides sunshine psychedelia in spritely, air-tight flights through wizardly, electric-folk holidays draped in clean, sweeping dancehall harmonies. The June’s fearlessly weird and winsome crimson mission includes manicured melodies cushioned in majestic suggestions, earthbound analogies and techni-colored choirs. “Green Fields,” cultivates incurable romantics and heaven-scented meditations, refreshing medication for tired lives and crowded hours

Brian James - Brian James Gang

The Damned’s former guitarist cruises bargain basement blues in leathery, rock and roll ecstasy, squeezing out ballsy British punk-rock rants in snarling, cat-scratch flash and rabid, stabbing grit. Amped up and adamant, “Gang,” rumbles with bristling swagger, dancing along powder keg edges while lighting nuclear fuses. Mod, fitful firing squads sculpt churning, anarchist’s shrapnel, prowling provocatively beneath seething cathartic artistry

Nick Jaina - The Beanstalks That Have Brought Us Here Are Gone

Hand-crafted and custom-tailored to specially selected singers, “Beanstalk,” compiles a menu that swings between mirthful and melancholy. Fashionable madrigals inside swooning moon-lit chamber-pop sonatas, composer Jaina produces luminous showcases inside bristling panoramas dressed in brass and strings.  The all-female voices bring dark romance to the bluesier tunes and back-lit allure to the exquisite art-folk flamencos and jazzy Appalachian swan songs.

Jonquil - Point of Go

Brandishing brittle African guitars bouncing between creamy seaside synths and dawn-breaking brass, “Go,” rings in upwardly mobile dance-pop, tumbling contrapuntal bubblings flowing in sun-splashed overtones. Breezy British boppers accurately executing hobnobbing romance novels where angelic skeptics rock suave philosopher’s sons, Jonquil’s lush and lively solid-state beats swoon in slick Gatsby charm; sparkling in warm vibrations, idyllic riches and stroboscopic delight.

Cosmo Jarvis - Think Bigger

Coy sleep-on-the-floor troubadour and tongue-wagging scalawag versed in barn-stormin’ boogie, cottage-pop nods and cheeky hayseed romps, Jarvis carves rustic punk busking into swinging, string-assisted folk-rock. Stacking bodacious stomps and impish twisters beside sly irony and giddy wit, the imminently amiable, “Bigger,” configures cap-sized happiness through wide kaleidoscope eyes, placing hammock banjos and child-recital ocarinas among woozy strings and blistering guitars.

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