Slipped Discs

Miniature Tigers - Mia Pharaoh

Sprinting in cheeky beats and catchy hooks, MT’s luminous bubblegum gumbo stirs kitschy mischief into New Wave pop doo-wop, tie-dyed calypso heaven and foxy dance-floor swan songs. Gloriously euphoric, Mia,” speaks to angel lovers, dreamboat captains and unchallenged talisman, tapping into romance’s candid soft-heartedness and photo-shopping in love-blind conga lines. Tight and bright, the Tigers hit Chicago’s Schubas March 30th

The Mynabirds - Generals

Armed in barbaric bass and tribal beats, bombshell mambos get dressed in contrapuntal thunder pasting neo-New Wave ruckus to girl-group goose-steps. Lo-fi pop cinched in synth-rinsed rock, “Generals,” generates thrill-ride exuberance. Guided by explosive blues-fueled momentum, The Mynabird’s brain-child Laura Burhenn crafts muscular melodic odysseys; charming armaments commanding tantrums in tantric chants micro-managing savage ballad aftermaths while channeling rallying challenges.

Matisyahu - Spark Seeker

Kabala collages tying dance grooves to ancient roots, “Seeker,” tweaks world-beat Kasbah cavalcades stitching marvelous carnival ambience to high-stepping sermons dipped in Hasidic raps and shined by post-nuclear studio maneuvers. Invigorating debater Matisyahu’s charismatic mantras and glossy hospitality fuse a modern, exotic product coated in electric messages, palatial musical mazes dropping wisdom among spoken-word interludes and hypnotic North African segues.

Eleni Mandell - I Can See The Future

Silky smooth coos brewed in rich bewitching mysteries from casually bashful infatuations, Mandell’s proud high-brow country-soul lavishes jazz-drizzled melancholy over torch-song teases lulling supple alley-cat passions around folk couture, sad bachelor ballads poured over cuddly cocktail rebuttals.  Trembling gems on thorny crowns and Chantilly lace, “Future,” speculate in tarot cards and tamed mustangs, beatnik chamber-pop that undulates in twilight sighs.

Micachu and the Shapes - Never

Ferocious, lo-fi, pitch-shifted, cock-eyed grime climbs aboard clanging go-go robots whose drop, bop and roll trashcan stanzas stock posh, misbegotten urban disturbance and cartoon-wonky tromping, Micachu’s skewed views fuel droid-punk wrung, sprung and cunningly drugged. Dabbling malfunctions pinned to fizzling synergy, clipped, stripped to stammering ambience and tumbling conundrums, “Never,” severs rational fashions catapulting deconstructed rumpus around outrageously contagious mayhem.

Minus the Bear - Infinity Overhead

Sculpting flash from bombast dodging fleet-footed push-backs, Minus’ fiery rock applies light-weight precision to hover-crafted harmonies. Scouting muscular struggles, impassioned crashes stitching rich riffs into twisted two-fisted sizzle, “Infinity,” remodels melodic assaults through laser-based prog-pop options where cathartic starts of relentless kinetics spin brazen brain-candy from sparkling guitar, smart synths and swift, pummeling percussion. MtB plays Milwaukee’s Rave September 14th

My Radio - Starts in the East, Falls in the West

Foxy pop-rock shadow-boxing reeling in fleet-footed feelings, breathless benedictions and rallying cry choruses; “Starts,” sparks headstrong songs equipped with delicious riffs, nuclear-powered bounce and melodic brawn. Tough but tender, courageous and flirtatious, MR’s suave, impetuous sketches reinforce romantic candor through glitzy wisdom, earnest firmness and spring-loaded control; a two-pronged marathon between sizzling missiles and trim ringers baited in anxious impatience.

Midnight Magic - Walking the Midnight Streets

Twitching tempos pant, vamp and rave in vixenish conniptions; locomotive voltage from aerobic robots time-jump between funky mirror-ball boogie and modern cosmopolitan voodoo. Throbbing neon pop, “Streets,” creates earthy squirming in sultry cyber-soul, tantalizing fever dreams realigning animal grace into lusty grooves piecing indulgent pulses from decadent connections. Sinfully kindling simmering opinions, Magic’s galactic disco gyrates in steamy catwalk sauntering.

Matmos - The Marriage of True Minds

Dabbling in telepathic adaptations, Baltimore’s incorrigible explorers, Matmos troll the subconscious, plundering psychic vibrations to transform ambient phantoms into dance-friendly energies and extrasensory memories into heady, edgy treasures. The scientific misfits’ abstract extracts exact transcendental dimensions from erratic synaptic patterns, decoding psychotropic kaleidoscopes as, “Minds,” mines seamless dreamscapes from odd dichotomies and pristine visions from random snippets of mental conniptions.

Johnny Marr - The Messenger

Casually dapper and happily passive, the legendary Marr struts in curt, cavalier choruses; animal grace fueled by roaring Britpop guitar-rock tastefully embracing crash-car guitars slashing through thick, steel forests. Bright, hook-filled arena-pleasers dispensed in hot electric helpings mix all-consuming cool into boisterous joys while, “Messenger,” revels in clever head-bobbing abandon; sketchy espionage drawn in bold, soulful bravado and talented gallantry.

Alison Moyet - the minutes

In a purring, scurrying field of dramatic shifts and electronic rifts, Moyet’s rich velvety voice guides and confides, balancing electro-baroque ballads beside power-pop moxie whose lush reductions zip in swift deliverance tastefully layered with fist-clenching tensions and emotional resolve. Forsaking and berating, the posh, polished, “minutes,” races to bewitching finishes; bold, soulful control unfolding in defiant alliance and inquisitive dignity.

Dent May - Warm Blanket

Sunny conundrums washed in lovesick riffs and dreamy caramel harmonies, “Warm,” fuses crooning doo-wop, posh brass and tropical twang into shy, pining reminders swimming in swinging bedroom-pop binges. Cozy trophies from youthful truths, May’s bittersweet treats are starry-eyed arias packed with precocious notions, cherished embellishment and choir-boy benevolence. A cherubic troubadour possessing multiple talents, Dent plays UW’s Terrace September 19th.

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