Slipped Discs

Painted Shrines - Heaven and Holy

Longing songs lit in cross-stitched riffs, Painted Shrines’ night-riding nomads flit and shift in gossamer folk-rock floating on hollow-bodied jangle, wrangling bewitching innocence and soluble melancholy baptized in galloping ballads. Finely tuned tapestries spinning timid yarns from hazy Merseybeat, “Holy,” strums with wide-eyed wonder over growing corrosion, sparse remarks soaked in electric effervescence and six-string shimmer gripped in fleet-footed fevers.

Liz Phair - Soberish

Anecdotal trophies squeezed between maternal concerns, admirable swagger and discerning verse, Phair pairs feminist presence sauntering with taunting confidence and true-life adventures centered around lyrical rear-view mirrors and candid indie-rock stamina. Incisive, descriptive, defiant and perceptive, “Soberish,” has nothing to prove and something to say, extolling and unfolding redemptive date-night diplomacy spiced with sizzling invitations, enticing advice and cautionary honesty.

Piroshka - Love Drips and Gathers

Cosmopolitan cotton-candy covering engaging phrases with trippy riffs and percussive muscle, “Drips,” exhibits effervescent intelligence through slithering opinions, melodic pre-dawn knowledge raised on battered plastic shoegaze and woozy neon synth-rock. Subdued truths melted into glamourous analogue fantasies, Piroshka’s posh Britpop roots conjure perceptive reflections whose easy demeanor leans on watery narcotic optics where reverent tenderness blends into groovy space-age bliss.

Public Broadcasting Service - Bright Magic

Berlin floats over Public Broadcasting Service’s immaculate synth-washed vacuums hermetically etched in Krautrock beats sealed in vaporous liaisons; an electronic posse traveling from celestial epiphanies to cinematic discotheques with poised metropolitan envoys deploying utopian dopamine. Monumental temples worshiping circuitry while encrypting culture, “Bright,” celebrates technology and ingenuity with classical splashes and Olympian synergy exhibiting intricate symmetry smoldering below glow-stick symphonies.

Marissa Paternoster - Peace Meter

Forthright and decisive, Screaming Females’ Pasternoster slays rock-gothic monsters and braves godforsaken pagans, shaping funeral wounds into ecclesiastical passion and marching attentive contentions beneath regal allegiance. A quarantine album created by long-distance collaborations with members of THOU, Snakeskin and Lung, “Meter,” feeds merciful dirges with never surrender destiny, feudal bootcamp truces circling devilish reveille with strong, calm call to arms.

Pearly Gate Music - Mainly Gestalt Pornography

Anecdotal episodes unfolding behind tall tales and savory fables, “Gestalt,” unlocks indie-folk heroics with tactful madrigals, deeply felt elegies and sage serenades circling face-to-face relationships in literate sympathies. Mid-tempo sentiments aligned alongside tasty innovation, PGM seeks human roots in sprawling novelty, delivering colorful apologies with shimmering images and educated rhetoric surrounded by gorgeous pedalboard accompaniments subtly layered in synthesized riffs.

Psychedelic Porn Crumpets - Night Gnomes

Syrupy psyches rock metallic flashbacks laced with lava-lamp glamour as, “Gnomes,” battles baroque jangle-folk with bold, thunderclap magic, a posh wizard’s blues-rock blizzard dizzy with elastic rabbit-hole nosedives. Lysergic-painted craniums embroiled in roaring swagger, PPC gleams, tin-foil dream police unleashing bonker sing-alongs gushing in flanged anthems hooked on gonzo chain-saw rainbows and washed in withering strings and dazzling fuzz-buzzed bangers.

Pink Mountaintops - Peacock Pools

Distorted sorcerers, courting, cavorting and teleporting, Pink Mountaintops’ monster stomp-box gypsy-rock climbs sublime heights casting nomadic paranoia down dark wells buzzing in six-string floods and dunked in glorious glam-punk thunder. Hurtling cataclysmic theatrics into scorned hornet downpours and swamp-boogie chainsaws, “Peacock,” scours around demonic romps propped up by flashy cabaret pushing savage myths stirred by gravelly wit and raggedly mosh-pits.

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