Slipped Discs

Laser - Night Driver

Stroboscopic doctors operating on dance-floor courtesans kidnap ultra-metropolitan happenings and tunnel under hard-wired after-parties as master craftsmen Laser chills silken willfulness into delicious post-modern parables; frisky disco whispers visit neon grooves for synth-pop dipped in cloaked programs. Drive-by glamour-shots caught in paparazzi spotlights, “Driver,” slides behind electric dreams pulsing in sultry weekend getaways, speeding through tubular maneuvers, lighting incandescent souls.

Cate LeBon - Crab Day

Rube Goldberg Krautrock washed in quirky punch-drunk waltzes and swimming in bristling Escher-like connections, “Crab,” scuttles unfiltered, off-kilter pop wringing giddy riddles from cryptic figments stuttering kinder-goth subplots. Tinkering in slinky kismet while staging sly cock-eyed comedies, LeBon’s Welsh elf gifts brisk asymmetrical riffs to stiff prickly rhythms while gleeful secrets pirouette around deliberately splintered binges scooped from untamed left-brains.

Los Campensinos! - Sick Scenes

Charging into civil frays rinsed in slippery wit, poet-soldiers Los Campensinos’ clever dismembered indie-pop memoirs brew effusive mulligan stews. Ladling beat-driven battle-cries into polysyllabic analysis, “Scenes,” reconvenes riot-act culture-wars with unruly punk execution and breathless intrepid reflections while lyrical volleys pitched to educated punks and literate misfits engage name-dropping brains and gyrate bohemian bodies for pro-active chitchat from socio-political riffraff.

Lump - Lump

Tentative, sensitive, LUMP packs stark, art-rock taunts into seductive sci-fi sighs for a sumptuous future-pop playground where polished polyphonic concoctions peppered in fretless solos and brittle twists unfold untold synth-folk soul. Soaring in floral choruses and flirtatious hepcat verse, Laura Marling and Mike Lindsay’s imaginative self-titled collaboration delights with perfectly surreal zeal; poltergeist flights rearranging strange mazes inside fiendish machines.

Lydia - Liquor

Supple pinball rhythms rinsed in liquid moon-bounce bass and lush airbrushed keyboards, “Liquor,” flickers, baking swoon-induced soufflés draped in vivacious elations. Slithering among lustful seductions, affectionate rejections and moody approval, the understated synth-rich trio prove extra-hypnotic taunting melted velvet hearts behind soft peek-a-boo innuendo; pouty carousers conjuring nimble, narcotic indie-pop with foxy folk overtones sowing anarchist’s charms with tiki-bar carnage.

Lotic - Power

Sonic knob-twiddler, sound-pioneer Lotic deposits exotic razor-sharp technology scoured in electro-probed Space Soul through unglued blasting-cap trap wrapped in satin-smooth slave-driver grime and machine-tooled glitch-stitched rhymes. Atmospheric experiences encapsulated in trampled samples and polished solitary clarity, “Power,” quivers and equivocates, agitates and palpitates in pixelated stages repaving edited sedatives into savory chaos, holy communion cleansing upended sensations with antiseptic tension. 

La Force - La Force

Flooded in sensual chemistry from hypnotic harmonies surfing inside subtly insistent rhythms, “Force,” pours refined high-minded designs over wanton sonic concoctions whose sultry pulses spin exotic gloss bubbling under cool beauty. Posh mermaid disco floats close to sleepy art-song soliloquies with La Force’s soft twilight prayers double-dipped in Avalon satins, wrestling sumptuous punctual rendezvous around restless hesitations and feverish eagerness.

Adrianne Lenker - abysskiss

Singular singing ringing in sweet meekness greets wide-eyed wandering minstrel wonder as cross-stitched acoustic guitars climb, chime and confide inside Adrianne Lenker’s second solo venture. Scampering among writhing spirals and curious flurries, the intimate, “abysskiss,” flits in rich, rippling images, a fanciful whimsy overtaking logic to liberate reclusive truths with bewitching innocence; miniature singer-songwriter cinemas flickering around winsome rocking-chair two-steps.

Love Jerks - Million Movies

Spry lo-fi rock operettas culled from melodramatic matinees and real-life romance, “Movies,” croon and schmooze in heavy-petting show-stoppers, jiving to hoodwinked hullabaloos, skinny-tie shin-digs and Friday-night house-parties. Fun-loving punks crashing renegade serenades into hopped-up teen anthems, Love Jerks cruise in gear boy-girl face-offs, retro-swinging kitsch dishing electric-blue doo-wop and gushing New Wave hustle; savvy finales crafted for ravenous off-Broadway cabaret.

LP - Heart To Mouth

Best intentions stretch breathless connections over smoldering diva fevers; LP speaks directly, singing in foxy pop whirlwinds while building emotional bonfires in the blazing, “Heart to Mouth.” Bittersweet symphonies capture sizzling victory laps inside confessional spectacle as, “Heart,” tackles bewitching entanglements with polish and flair, a deliberate slip and determined swagger wrapping smoldering boldness around beat-greased teases and string-infused grooves.

Murray A, Lightburn - Hear Me Out

Warm, massaged, mahogany phrases enrich Lightburn’s cavalier melodies, relaying unwavering romance in lofty optimism and heroic hope. Well-considered admissions swinging in bon vivant wants embellished in starlit sighs, “Hear,” steers intriguing sincerity and sensitive repentance in polished doo-wop harmonies; glowing, retro-lounge pearls strung from golden odes to love’s saving grace, life’s inevitable fumbles and the heart’s journey between the two.

Lady Lamb - Even in the Tremor

Gospel-polished indie-rock waltzes scale emotional heights while, “Tremor,” unearth deep-seated dreams leaning into groovy crusader-flavored closure for potent proactive unpacking excavating universal statements from autobiographical chapters. Humble rumblings teasing seething Phoenix pleads, Lady Lamb enlists simmering soul-kitchen brass and maypole folk-singer strings in a rich blustery production that impresses as it caresses, yielding bold philosophical control over lively existential pleasures.

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