Slipped Discs

The Mountain Goats - Goths

Opening momentary microcosms littered in descriptive images, semi-fictitious reminisces and surprising rhymes, “Goths,” criss-cross dreamy sax, casual lounge-jazz accents and earthly pearls plucked from teeming streams of a novelist’s consciousness. Rich, suggestive hearsay plants information-packed narratives inside episodic tunes to sow knowing poetry; The Mountain Goats coast over draughtsman characterizations in ruby-slippered elocution, undressing life’s undercover essence with semi-urgent mercy.

Alison Moyet - Other

Heart-felt swells among spectacular swoons, “Other,” discovers heaven-sent eloquence inside synthesized magic-carpet rides. Swinging from stern urban grit to selective introspective affection, Moyet’s regal details, smoldering diction and choir-quiet interludes offer fearless, clear-eyed soul inside morning-after ballads and midnight minimalist’s techno-symphonies; adventurous experiments in story-telling soundscapes where funky skulking runs among poised rejoicing and ominous taunts tangle with sinful intimacy.

Manchester Orchestra - A Black Mile to the Surface

Overflowing disclosure trickles from solemn longing gift-wrapped in rapturous whispers to blistering blasts braving heart-wrenching connections with masthead-strapped passion; Manchester Orchestra tackle singular decisions with rock-strong conviction tempered in unconditional forgiveness. Demon-chasing danger stalks escape-velocity monstrosities with stellar white-knight might as, “Surface,” works pre-dawn swan-songs flushed in hushed production and broken by castle-crumbling rumble launching cataclysmic riffs among super-heated beats.

Dent May - Across the Multiverse

Meta-intellect connected to swooning satin-smooth moods, May’s candy-coated soul preaches cheeky sweetness whose sanitized romances hide ironic sonnets beneath immaculate pop concoctions. Fizzy and clever, shiny and coy, “Multiverse,” combines early uptown disco into pastel power-ballads for luscious post-modern music-hall, lathering shy choirboy daydreams in sunshine harmonies, bell-bottom bass-lines and winsome sing-along choruses wrung from passive calculations parodying exacting craft.

Mister Heavenly - Boxing the Moonlight

Pliable and pounding, clever and confounding, “Moonlight,” delights in sizzling contradictions; mocking pop bops in blazing syncopation, headstrong ska scoops zany do wop brewing thrashing mash-ups over slithering cobra rodeos. Roaming every which way with sure-hands and clear purpose, clown princes Mister Heavenly embrace diverse mirth from madcap shakedowns built from boardwalk boogie to sinister incriminations baked in paranoid percussion.

Monster Rally - Flowering Jungle

Looped grooves from Cuban big-bands mash hip-dipping cha-cha-chas to Hawaiian sunsets and moon-lit cocktails as lush, revisionist kitsch bewitches an inquisitive, “Flowering,” with vintage crate-digging synchronicity. Remixing exotica with hip-hop beats, Monster Rally’s balalaikas, marimbas, slack-key guitar and congas infuse the nostalgic scavenging with lavish backing for tasty sound oases, green bygone Edens spritzed in glitchy mystery and stereophonic harmonics.

Mimicking Birds - Layers of Us

Deep-shag magnets grab placid jangle-rocked psych-pop while the plush head-rush tucked in, “Layers,” peels slow-motion vertigo from swinging whimsy for courteous dervishes wringing shimmering lyrics from sun-soaked foot-notes. Melodic, space-age soothsayers, Mimicking Birds shepherd electric fret-filled daydreams bouncing around big-sky horizons and diamond-studded beaches in translucent shaman harmonies. The Portland outfit plays FRZN Fest January 18th at Madison’s Majestic Theater.

Middle Kids - Lost Friends

Powerchord-forged frustrations linking daily struggles to indignant wisdom, “Lost,” embosses tightly-knitted convictions from tender memories, backing full-throttled choruses with smart, discarded doubts and well-constructed pluck. Old flames claim new alliances as determined mod-rockers Middle Kids mount slippery thoughts to brave refrains soaking in hopeful atonement where humble assumptions swing and jump into soul-baring show-downs, landing indisputable truths onto grinding grooves.

The Milk Carton Kids - All The Things That I Did and All the Things That I Didn’t Do

Blessed in delicate finesse and flinty wisdom, the warm, meticulous, “Things,” swings in crisp singing and stinging pickin’ depicting modern Americana harboring tested faith among battered hopes. Melancholy follies find kind hindsight inside late-night cantinas and boomtown hotel lounges. Recorded with a full band, the crooning duo gently elevate embattled ballads embroidered in subtle Tex-Mex twang and cozy home-fire harmonies.

Meg Myers - Take Me To The Disco

Elegant rants fired in frantic enchantments, “Disco,” bewitches with absorbing, tormented pop dispensing unquenchable temptations through morbid pre-storm warnings cornering sleek banshee struts prowling around leather-bound lounges. Dignified by melodramatic diplomats practiced in unmasking black-cat tact from gothic moths drawn around unrestrained flames, Myers’ slinky unforgiving convictions link sentimental vengeance to manic, volcanic dances built to withstand scalding-hot grand-standing fantasies.

Mass Gothic - I’ve Tortured You Long Enough

Hampered romantic seekers trusting thundering bluster and roaring scorn, Mass Gothic’s thick, glossy synth-punk assaults unearth super-sized pop surges through robust eruptions, sand-blasted passion and antsy panics tumbling and pummeling in interpersonal wide-screen purges. Apocalyptic space-rock staving runaway New Wave, “Torture,” scores stormy stomps with bottom-heavy romps holding strained refrains against roaring chords for desperate stretches cresting against steady head-rushes.

Miss World - Keeping Up With Miss World

Spritzed in boom-box blasts, trash-talk panache and valley-girl bombast, splashy bratty Miss World’s blitzkrieg chic preaches brash rascally appetites smashed into groovy scenery-chewing amusements; rampant vanity unleashing street-corner taunts inside punk-pop fairy-tales. Provoking amplified tantrums steeped in concussive percussion and megaphone vocals, “Keeping Up,” gets down to brass-tacks with sarcastic malice made into bitchin’ glitter-bombs crashing parties and dropping headlines.

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