Slipped Discs

Low - The Invisible Way

Celebrating twenty years as a band, the Jeff Tweedy-produced, “Invisible,” amply demonstrates the Duluth trio’s powerful minimalism; deft, sympathetic harmonies welded to singular lyrical clarity. Robust and heart-wrenching, introspective yet invincible, Low’s glacial pacing opens honest reconnaissance, straight-forward voyages exploring transparent compassion, splendid revelation and elusive beauty. Artists of deep solace and sorrow-drenched strength, Low plays Chicago’s Metro March 22nd.

Lanterns on the Lake - Until the Colours Run

Nurturing compassions by corralling musical stallions, LOTL’s faraway gaze and galloping parades penetrate glacial fates, bursting with nervous purpose while flickering in wilting heartache and whispering sympathy. Illustrious production fuels open disclosure painting, “Colours,” with restless restraint and bewitching mystery; absorbing storms rewarding held-fast beliefs with triumph and respite, carving harboring sanctuaries from melodramatic surrender, celluloid glories and smoldering emotion.

Lost in the Trees - Past Life

Translating deeply personal soul-searching into universal yearning, LITT’s sparkling narcolepsy dances beneath shimmering electro-rock canopies; placid packages wrapped in dire desires, secret allegiance and graceful favors whose luminous loneliness circles broken hopes, stirring simmering images from carpeted martyrs. An unraveling labyrinth, “Past,” maps earnest journeys through uncertain currents, navigating gilded will with glowing vocals and solemn involvement through intimate instruments.

Jon Langford & Skull Orchard - Here Be Monsters

Populated by unsuspecting cogs, merciful mercenaries and friendly renegades, Langford and his crackerjack back-up lob strong, accomplished songs entrenched in soulful fox-hole rock ‘n roll. Vigorous convictions and compact compassion weave scrappy recaps beside pithy vigilance as the reliantly defiant, “Monsters,” fosters brisk gypsy waltzes dipped in country-folk brogues and delightfully feisty ballads loaded with shimmering incriminations and introspective interventions.

Nikki Lane - All or Nothin’

Stoked in rogue rockabilly-folk and straight-talk country-pop, “All,” falls smack-dab between hard-bitten drifters smitten by smart, tart hearts and no-nonsense honky-tonk dressed to kill. Dan Auerbach’s bold, retro production booms and swoons in boot-scootin’ tunes tinged in vintage organ fills and lively laptop steel as romance wrangling Lane’s bruised moods deliver irresistible tips for extended stays at the Heartbreak Hotel. Nikki plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon June 16th.

Landlady - Upright Behavior

Bemused truths produce demented descents as precocious notions step lightly within the clever, mega-inventive, “Upright,” poised between grand land-mine melodies and sophisticated parlor-pop mayhem. A wild, beguiling ride micro-managing the manic alongside the meticulous, Brooklyn-based Landlady’s uncanny shenanigans demand articulate conniptions from unquenchable quests; framing the band’s elegant experiments around snazzy free-jazz calamities dipped in conflicted sympathy and delectable intellect.

Sondre Lerche - Please

A level-headed specialist of delicate spectacle and suave carver of melodic marvels, Lerche flirts in elaborate studio panache, dabbling in compact jazz-pop magic whose breezy teasing belie deep emotional dissonance within finely-chiseled songs. A bon vivant post-divorce discourse, “Please,” flees into clever revelry, sly asides digging swinging sophistication, popping corks in proto-baroque explosions primed in champagne refrains and bittersweet cheekiness.

Lace Curtains - A Signed Piece of Paper

Flying off the page, the wry, slightly sinister mug-shot pop-rock inside, “Paper,” delivers underhanded candor, footloose truths and gritty hubris with a journalist’s eye for detail and a crooner’s ear for tunes. Hep-cat chit-chat to rile up the riff-raff, Austin-based Lace Curtain’s clever squirrel-cage case studies uncover underground scoundrels among groovy sleuths; employing hard-luck pluck to construct solid, rollicking ruckus.

Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - After

Crashing mash-ups lashing lyrical punk-folk anecdotes to romantic alt-rock rodeos, “After,” harnesses quasi-Americana nirvanas into propulsive proto-pop hosannas in a perfectly unpredictable mixture of aggressive expressiveness and timid sympathy. A fierce, spirited renegade, Lady Lamb fans playfully intimate opinions into outspoken commotion whose melodramatic packages become competent romps exploding in complex connections between glib suspicions, embattled compassion and fiendish genius.

Low - Ones and Sixes

Eliciting exquisite admissions through deliberately slippery mystery, solemn indie-rock golems power Low’s eclipsing whispers, enlisting persistent convictions corroded in quiet dares and mounting pressure. Rationing dark, feed-backed passions within super-saturated minimalism, “Sixes,” affixes efficient high-stakes restraint to condensed intensity whose solid methodical lottery straddles crackling chaos and radiant revelation. The gloaming slow-core Minnesotans play Madison’s High Noon Saloon September 18th.

Long Beard - Sleepwalker

Candle-lit trysts treading through jazz-backed jangle hidden in ambient brambles, Long Beard’s sonic cauldrons brew narco-folk oceans soaked in reverb-swirling maternity and soft sparkling arcs. Churning with vague yearning capped in passive rapture, “Sleepwalker,” weaves its lost horizons and bottomless fogs around clattering satellites unleashing pantry banshees strung from delicate electric canopies engulfed by wayward favors shipped in shining innocence.

Lanterns on the Lake - Beings

Swelling, compelling melancholy turns turbulent uncertainties into stormy scorn from vanquished angels. From subtle symphonics to labyrinth electronics, prowling guitars and gothic violins, “Beings,” seethes and seizes, casting curdling urges upon washed-out shores of wind-stripped islands. Lofty offerings from estranged maidens, bewitching dream-rockers LOTL flock around phantom camps flaunting haunted providence with searing atmospherics battling spacious impatience with ghostly commotion.

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