Slipped Discs

múm - Smilewound

Vagrant angels float and sing, tangled in cheeky beats sugar-coated in covert emotions and catchy treachery; harnessing harmonious carnivals, deceptive fairy-tale affections and funky bungee-jumped productions, “Smilewound,” sprinkles slinky electro-pop trinkets in insect textures, painting dainty restraint beneath lively, spiraling strings. Coy, punch-card marvels orbiting chamber-pop concoctions, múm’s squeaky-clean demons dance between fleeting Mona Lisa teasers and sleepy deep-space complacency.

Mount Pressmore - Enjoy

Elastic contractions spinning flinching syncopation, Mount Pressmore’s modern, prog-tropical chords fire spidery geysers; edgy arpeggios dancing under swinging spires topping hyperbolic burrowing. Bendable tendrils of angular jazz-funk weave collegiate teasers into high-minded jams as, “Enjoy,” lays jaw-dropping chops wound around sophisticated art-rock romps; untraceable mazes mediating steamy impulses, wiry struts and cavalier cool while existential narratives navigate among howling counsel.

Marram - Sun Choir

Twittering symphonies mounting boundless joy-filled choirs, “Sun,” undulates, consecrates and inundates, racing from supple to combustible for electric art-pop epics whose swooping grooves and fevered sweeps collapse hyperactive mash-ups drawing urgent brass-addled mergers into cyber-primed surges. Six years recording two hundred instruments from three continents, Marram crafts massive masterpieces stitching clattering climaxes from imported orchestras, star-studded vocalists and impish rhythms.

Manchester Orchestra - COPE

A blistering avalanche balancing guitar-drenched petulance, Manchester Orchestra’s supple bundles of fleet-footed rumble plows past fluid sleuths groomed and consumed by viper-like appetites. Panther anthems pounce on spirited pirouettes from dynamic romancers as, “Cope,” floats over shell-shocked flocks and stormy non-conformists, building shrines to power-chord grinds, gut-wrenching gravitas and buffed muscle. The swift, resilient rockers crash Madison’s Majestic May 12th.

Miniature Tigers - Cruel Runnings

The light fluffy buzz inherent in Miniature Tigers’ synthesized dollops of summer-time power-pop trigger snickering predictions from romantic grifters; slippery dilettantes cultivating sly, shy conceits through cheeky star-spangled jangle garnished in varnished harmonies, pining ironies and subversive mirth. Schooled in bright-colored cool, “Cruel,” balances bashful nostalgia beside smarmy charm; hunting love’s wily smiles while juggling smug bop and irrepressible zest. Be sure to check out the band when they play Madison’s The Frequency July 22nd.

Merchandise - After The End

Literate dilettantes skimming deep wells stocked in jealous rebels, vampire-rockers Merchandise power around cool moody subterfuge; smoldering consolers rebounding from romantic panic through calm elegant honesty, a brave sincerity born from seamless melancholy adrift in glittering indifference. Distinct but distant, muscular yet paralyzed, “After, ” unmasks underhanded candor, conjuring dark theatrics composed over steely blue-eyed soul and post-punk dance anthems.

Megafortress - Believer

Slathered in ominous studio crackle and lacquered in stripped-down astral-jazz waxing, “Believer,” undertakes an electro-pillaged pilgrimage gathering sparse low-key soliloquies sparking ambient soul-baring humanity. Stark sequestered treasures reveling in dark, unvarnished reflections, Megafortress builds seething electric requiems whose meditative hesitations reverberate in perceptive confessions; baptized transmissions cleansed in crisp penetrating sentiment, steadied by level-headed revelations and colored in wondrous struggles.

Marc Marzenit - To Love Until We Say Goodbye

Smooth tubular moods melt icy cyber-prog into vacuum-sealed Ferris wheels as, “Until,” splashes classical sass alongside boggling ping-pong marathons rich in modulated waterfalls and oceanic tantrums. Filling half-life labyrinths with computer-generated vertigo, dazzling urban ambiance and finely-knitted glitch, Marzenit’s inquisitive rhythms slither in slinky lava-lamp stampedes, half-Lamborghini, half-lamprey, picture-perfect sport for dance-floor courts and tube-way stations dipped in sci-fi head-trips.

Malcolm Middleton and David Shrigley - Music and Words

Twisted vignettes whose surreal appeals and subtle rebuttals serve bittersweet treats within dark comical commentary; “Music,” favors sly diary recitals drawn from loony-bin lullabies and glib tales of modern horror for ominous operettas authoring grim karmic-carousel parables. Hazardous savages lie beside civilized psychopaths as Middleton and Shrigley’s minimalistic madrigals blossom into electro-pop melt-downs, lop-sided chamber-goth fantasies and zany rib-tickling fiction.

Mind Brains - Mind Brains

Zapped with a scavengers’ appetite, Mind’s grinding retro-hip collisions beam home-built futures from intergalactic travelers on pagan-sanctioned safaris. Dabbling in defrocked prog-rock complete with Greek choirs and Gregorian oracles, the ensemble’s hay-wired electronic apocalypse trips in 8-bit blips and psychedelic kinetics; sampling humanity between cryptic snippets from alien meandering, “Brain,” plants closed-circuit quirks and druid-maneuvered chaos among ribald tribal camaraderie.

John Moreland - High on Tulsa Heat

Heavy sighs turn to deep breathing as sorrow finds a centered voice in Moreland’s sharp, Dust Bowl folk; gritty lyrical intricacy nurtures plucked heartstring intimacy with solemn six-string soliloquies tinted in rambling panhandler candor. Authentic connections riddle, “Tulsa,” with level-headed introspection riding beside hungry country kickers for an album challenged by life’s fated intervention and lifted in transcendent roadside redemption.

Matt and Kim - New Glow

Twisting big-top pop-rock with gleeful glitches into pinky-swear double-dares inside party-down kisses, Brooklyn’s kite-flying tour-guides Matt and Kim’s summer-fun conundrums parlay an uber-exuberant Rube Goldberg surge of post-apocalyptic mirth laced in rhyming irony and duplicitous mischief. From neon-ripped hip-hop to Technicolor dub dipped in playful Casio kitsch, “Glow,” unrolls auto-tuned Romper-rooms papered in neighborhood nostalgia, flash-mob enthusiasm and chronic honesty.

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