Slipped Discs

Alexander Orange Drink - Babel On

Candy-coated anarchy meets barking-mad commando-rock to stitch together sharp, topical observations beneath gleeful truth-seeking tunes; Orange Drink’s sly subversive verses dance alongside wonky New Wave keyboards, militant guitar bravado and driving, feet-friendly beats. Nervous mirthful absurdity lurks behind home-grown wind-up circuses while, “Babel,” sorts and cavorts through modern chaos, finding dystopian delights in manic candor, profound clowning and exploratory paranoia.

Agnes Obel - Myopia

Angelic poems rappelling down twilight cathedrals like holy metronomes winding through honeycomb harmonies, “Myopia,” soaks tissue-paper vocal layers with dovetail flutters falling into undulating beds where driftwood choirs bathe in ghostly hopes and crystal-clear miracles. Intricate, intimate chamber-pop composer Obel levitates and meditates over waking melodies lifted in swift deliberate rhythms painting dainty pulsating radiance with strings, voice and keyboards.

Terry Ohms - Cold Cold Shoulder

Double-talk alt-rock guitar-jockey Ohms roams in impulsive hustles flushed in psychedelic head-rushes, indignant riffs dipped in deep-fried fuzz and slippery epiphanies greased with searing stratospheric jams. Uptight and out of sight, “Cold,” rolls in shoulder-chip bravado, perplexed intellect funneled into ramped amps blasted in rabid rants and nimble sympathy; sandpaper anarchy paved in cathartic barking, jet-fueled blues and six-string furies. 

Ohmme - Fantasize Your Ghost

Sweetly off-beat modern-rock teased in clinical wizardry, Ohmme’s staggering imaginations push measured perfection into jagged pageantry; fussy crushes crackling with electric pleasures, seductive rebuttals and nimble collisions. Tirelessly engaging, “Ghost,” glows in gleeful gambles, leveraging dolled-up feminism inside radicalized trash-talking; coy, caffeinated laughter brewing sly, funky pedal-board orgies with chrome-plated rage and unrepentant torch-song eloquence drenched in sharp, double-parked harmonics.

Oceanator - Things I Never Said

Doom-laced about-faces placed between apocalyptic quips and rose-colored devotion, “Said,” hedges bets, pledging unhesitant punk-folk allegiance with cunning wonder, penetrating directness, cantering stanzas and charging carnage. Lean, deliberate and triumphant, Oceanator baits inescapable truths to crunchy riffs and shifty charisma; biting back-up for unflappable ballads ransacked in surplus purpose escorting scorching discourse from edgy fledgling revelations to sinister, rhythmic intimacies.

Kelly Lee Owens - Inner Song

Artificial fissures waxing syncopated flashes in glowing closed-circuit percolations, “Song,” ping-pongs, dodging obvious logic while conjuring choreographed distractions; waterfall data-hauls sprinkled in cyber-annihilated limbo. Magical electro-pop fractals dazzle in fluid loops, angelic coos and soft polished cycles as icy maestro Owens sows digi-disco crystals from pensive reflections refracting radiant rainbow clusters in chill trills, slippery push-button percussion and plastic fascination.

Genesis Owusu - Smiling With No Teeth

Fortified in rapid chatter, super-shiny hooks and rock-solid beats, Owusu feasts on plush hustles unfolding whip-smart soul, runaway funk and star-struck R&B, smoked, provoked and coated in suave pop-art. Rent-party kick-starters, sunshine jive and sweet molasses raps, “Smiling,” piles influences on innovations, reshaping familiar pillaging into fresh perspectives whose seamless grooves slide in stylish sci-fi boogie and revolutionary hip-hop voodoo.

Aoife O'Donovan - Age of Apathy

Lofty, dew-soaked vocals breathing in fleeting equilibrium, the coltish, folkish, “Apathy,” sweeps in sweet breezy jazz freedoms where endearing lyrics traipse suspended in articulate riffs, narcotic thoughts and melodic escapes. Surrounded by delicate elegance, O’Donovan’s muse moves through introspective questions cantering in liberating anthems, safely wafting among trade-wind ballads, a late evening serenade warmed in stirred yearning and checkered connections.

OMBIIGIZI - Sewn Back Together

Societal pledges, contested heritages and reverent identities haunt the hypnotic politics inside, “Sewn,” whose deeply rooted fusion pairs modern preponderance with mystical traditions cultivating narcotic indie-rock basted in droning vocal dream choruses poured over tight-knit riffs. Anishnaabe artists Daniel Monkman and Adam Sturgeon unleash feverish mediation through steady reflections, relentless tempos conjuring tempered momentum from tangible mantras promoting focused emotions.

Oceanator - Nothing’s Ever Fine

Thrills spilling into introspective quests, “Fine,” hits the ground running with matter-of-fact traction waxing nostalgic in white-knuckle muscle and savvy electric ballads whose methodical plotlines squeezed heavy reverie from grounded sounds, husky percussion and pounding progressions. Strong and honest, yet open and hopeful, Oceanator succinctly pivots from joyrides to layovers in revved crash-course discourse powering economic songs with guitar-centric prowess.

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