Slipped Discs

St. Vincent - Strange Mercy

Cool, ghoulish guitars unraveling ripped runs from walloping chops and funky grunts against vivid synths and livid delivery, “Mercy,” serves gilded memories over liberated librettos packing punches inside tweaked dreams covered in pleasing pandemonium. St. Vincent’s discerning yearnings burst in sharp turns and wide-eyed surprises, melodramatic maneuvers proving irresistible crucibles for smoldering treasures. Catch her conquering Milwaukee’s Pabst October 3rd

Devon Sproule - I Love You, Go Easy

Sizzling in idyllic pixie mischief while tumbling in wonder, Devon’s roots, truths and remedies house home-spun charm cast in funky country, toddling jazz and twirling bohemian folk. Rural musical beauties croon twang-spackled happiness inside sweet breezy chords and friendly piano chats, “Easy,” seizes translucent blues brewed in intimate calico sympathies for proud, crowded celebrations, reflective confessions and sophisticated road-warrior boogie.

Strange Boys - Live Music

Wrangling gangly country-blues through barbed-wire honky-tonk, “Live,” whips bleary world-weary feelings into half-mumbled puzzles spun from boppy music-hall jaunts and growling carousing. Ragged haphazard screechers and grizzled hillbilly stompers howl, lurch and stumble around self-tortured portraits buoyed by cock-eyed twang. Glib, dilapidated investigators, SB’s riverboat-soaked roots prove surly seasoning to punchy moonshine crunches, plaintive hip-shaking impatience and tumbleweed cough-syrup doo-wop

Shoes - Ignition

Chiming designs primed in dreamy vertigo and twisted anticipation, “Ignition,” rocks stream-lined time-bombs ticking in consoling explosions backed by pedal-powered guitar barbs and spring-loaded showdowns, gleaming harmonies fleeing,  glistening counterpoint inside calming three-part karmas. Subversive architects of heart-throb pop the Shoes’ snap carries surly undercurrents; soliciting dissidence beneath dazzling chassis, rifling obsessive resentment and bittersweet demeanors through compassionate mash notes.

Six Organs of Admittance - Ascent

Astral Stratocasters straddle galloping catastrophes saddling rabid psychedelics onto septic epics, Organs’ super-sized portions heap meaty blues-rock freak-outs onto derelict experiments mixing feedback and filigree. From heavy to heavenly, elastic guitar jams prove callous talisman attracting collapsing tapestries while deep-space waves break over whammy-barred shards guarding ghostly motives. “Ascent,” rides mile-high pile-drivers against mind-bending inflections, delicate insurrection and epileptic redirection.

Laetitia Sadier - Silencio

Ethereal material framed in plush Parisian affection, “Silencio,” pools cool Moulin Rouge blues into philharmonic saunas; aloof pursuits coated in cat-walked politics and inspired by fatalistic innocence. Chiffon swan-songs spawned from Afro-Cuban roots, Sadier’s sly Campari safaris swish, dip and swoon coaxing post-nuclear grooves from luscious comforts, prickly insistence and educated hesitations. Stereolab’s former chanteuse plays UW-Madison’s Terrace September 29th

She & the Sun - She & the Sun

Whether covered in weepy, mountain-stream steel, smoldering electric guitars or sunny, tumbling mandolin an agreeable filigree lifts, “She,” in sly, beguiling heartache and eloquent benevolence. The sharp and stylish brother and sister graft laid-back jazz licks, soft-rock quips and country-folk notions onto hip, delicious pop topped in honky-tonk jaunts filled with tender resignation and sophisticated trade-offs frosted in upbeat embroidery.

Chris Stamey - Lovesick Blues

Layered in tasteful soft-rock chamber-pop, folk-guitar harmonies and coffee-shop anecdotes, “Blues,” blooms in delicate intelligence and plain-spoken fellowship.  Revisiting reminiscences, commiserating and reconsidering, the subtly succinct Stamey’s self-reflective directness and clear-eyed lyrics form supple couplets and quaint refrains, breezing between downtrodden doubts, undissolved resolve and humbled hindsight as strings, brass and woodwinds embellish simple civil whimsy and second-time around regrets..

Suuns - Images du Futur

Spell-bound and bubble-wrapped, rendering menacing chemistry between hypnotic electronics and sluggish mumbles, half-starved guitars stitch twitchy riffs to shivering rhythms; “Images,” pulses, drives and scrambles, steeped in slow strobe-light aerobics, creepy industrial-rock hydraulics and thieving, deviant dervishes. Drainpipe arias dredged from rubbery presumptions, Suuns’ jittery pictures paint narrow escapes from plastic caskets and tense, high-beam seizures from throbbing, zombie fevers.

Saturday Looks Good To Me - One Kiss Ends It All

Savvy-sixties twisters soldering frolicking logic onto starry-eyed sighs covered with Tin Pan marzipan from sock-hop polyglots, SLGTM’s bouncy space-age jangle churn hurdy-gurdy gurgles into swinging mini-symphonies. Upbeat brass bask in rascally sweetheart harmonies crafting magical nostalgia from groovy tape-loops, lo-fi girl-groups and teenage blind-dates for giddy indie-pop binges as, “Kiss,” pitches summer-time rewinds floated in candy-coated reverb inhabiting paisley-flavored suburbs.

Still Life Still - Mourning Trance

Vivid guitar-driven apparitions spark and sputter in brilliant cantilevered fevers assembled through vigorous fidgeting and microcosmic sonics; Toronto’s SLS pitch, flit, twitch and enrich delivering eager believers ephemeral memories lodged in lively, astro-rock concoctions. Heart-felt mechanics morph relentless penance into cryptic bliss, surging in methodical furies as, “Mourning,” forms determined squirming inside sublime turbines assigning spinning rhythms to shiny indecision.

Starnes&Shah - Shilling for Dreamtown

As a Texas choir-girl and a Lebanese poet, S&S’s strong songs conjure neither Middle Eastern seasonings nor wild Western directions. Pairing handsome harmonies to robust hooks, “Shilling,” tingles with direct, yet sophisticated flavors, solid soft-rock confidence polished in spotless frosting. Bouncing in limber rhythms and elastic happiness, the duo’s fourth full-length hand-delivers swooping Moogs, block-buster busking and tightly-wrought autobiographical subplots.

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