Slipped Discs

Sun Glitters - Scattered into Light

Suffused in translucent muses dodging foggy clockwork angels, SG’s wobbly cauldrons dabble in pastel palpitations dispensing tasty sips of record-skipping glitch gurgling in wordless wisps and hard-wired trips. Sparkly marvels washed in luminous lubricants where breezy machinery drop weightless anchors into sun-soaked oceans, “Scattered,” masters a diaphanous techno-tapestry; vaporous diva-bleached draperies trimmed in wriggling symmetry and stuffed with clattering imaginations.

Anoushka Shankar - Traces of You

Poised between soothing tranquility and restless beckoning, “Traces,” blazes with feathery dexterity; each piece featuring discrete treats that swiftly shift from soothing dove-tailed duels to ravenous flocks of rapid chops. Speeding, pleading, weeping and creeping, Shankar’s sensuous sitar extracts dazzling magic traveling effortlessly from enchanted world-pop revisions to classical Indian traditions slithering past elegant piano, electronic beats and feverish percussion.

Sumie - Sumie

Sprinkled over aloof, acoustic guitar, patient raindrop melancholy graces solitary, rose-petal melodies, proving, “Sumie,” to be a level-headed sedative injected straight into the heart. The soothing, folk-chanteuse tranquility Sumie produces becomes pale, dewy blues filled with solemn consequence, precious defeats and velvety consolation. Quietly self-assured, unwavering accompaniment embraces the sweet, distant lyrics; befriending tender, orphaned affections for warm, self-reflective confessions.

Snowflake - We All Grow Towards the Sea

Knitting nebulous webs of strong-armed carnivals, the heroic Snowflake orchestrates lumbering concussions scattered among flirty vertigo and thundering slumber. Dream-rock finesse condensed, producer D. James Goodwin bestows, “Grow,” with heft and grandeur; clobbering the somber with intoxicating grogginess for triumphant gravitas, shifting-sand panoramas stitching gauzy causes to complex stretches for block-buster theatrics address wrenching repentance with a gracefully joyous poise.

Abram Shook - Sun Marquee

Energetic effervescence slyly glides between plush head-rush constructions and springy shimmering sprints; Shook cooks caressing messages in bright, bubbling wonder through smart, tropical-flavored pop stirred with breezy ingenuity and drizzled in jazz-twisted pivoting. Basking in heavenly blends of stop-watch bop and elastic deep-shag ballads, Marquee,” brilliantly teases, pleases then releases, swaying in playful ricochet daydreams packed with sweet, sparkling delights.

Sally Seltmann - Hey Daydreamer

Thoughtfully melodic tales seasoned in lovely buttery bounce and rainbow taffeta laughter, “Daydreamer,” leaps between life’s peaks and valleys landing on carnival-lined crossroads trimmed in whimsy. Spring-loaded poems nurturing jump-rope jaunts and lavish magical lullabies through spotless chamber-pop chops, Seltmann’s ambitious wishes and sparkling self-reflection colors the grayest days in bright insights; subtly twisting emotional indecision into clever, extra-perceptive visions.

Split Single - Fragmented World

Nourishing portions served with verve and packed in panache, “Fragmented,” welds the best bits from power-pop and modern-rock for a hook-filled road-trip whose scenic themes wind and climb in streamlined designs. Led by Jason Narducy with sidemen Britt Daniel and Jon Wurster contributing bass and drums, Split Single’s groove-infused gurus cruise through galvanized truths delivering casual valor behind unerring daring.

School of Language - Old Fears

Double-parked hearts ambushed by nimble rhythm-driven brittleness tie-dyed alongside creepy bass, startled guitars and snake-charmer falsetto, School of Language’s post-graduate arrangements construct a cagey British art-rock disco; tripping slinky form-fitting syncopation into irrepressibly edgy segues for a funky roller-coaster hosting elliptical blue-eyed soul. Nervous curves fashioned from zigzagged tag-teams, “Fears,” steers past slippery hipsters into intricate collisions and fractured passions.

Sex with Strangers - You Know Something We Don’t?

The impetuous head-rush rock caught, locked and brandished in, “Know,” glows in chrome-plated Romeos fashioning rabid slabs of carnal sparkle from savvy passions; a debonair affair fueled by jack-hammered glamour carving bullet-train refrains from tongue-wagging sagas. Drizzled in svelte velvet synths and seasoned with succulent scorn, Canada’s brazen Sex with Strangers unleash jaded New Wave engraved in shiny nightclub snubs.

Secret Cities - Walk Me Home

A coy and cunning hodge-podge, “Home,” hones vaudeville operas erecting stage-setting testaments; heavenly indie-rock jaunts flaunting haunting music-hall gestalt. Breezy twee conceived as palatial chamber-pop doo-wop unrolls golden hand-holding emotions stitching Pollyanna stomps onto friendly melodies, flighty choirs and ambient tantrums. Living separate lives, Secret Cities’ combined stylistic finds produce swooning unity buoyed by time-traveling swan-songs bottled in spectral vessels.

The Shivas - You Know What To Do

Radical slackers mashing fab platters from the early sixties, The Shivas shake, rattle and roll with rousing garage-rock raves and shaggy surf-punk parades stomping on irreverent teen-age angst through reverb-soaked hillbilly blues, juvie beatnik strolls and party-hardy basement doo-wop. Carrying a torch for scorching R&B rip-offs, “You Know,” revs up barb-wired twang for some back-lot boogaloo steeped in rapturous nostalgia.

The Singer and the Songwriter - What a Difference a Melody Makes

In a swish of delicious retro-pop gossamer, TSATS’ modern take on romantic banter adds tangy flames to cozy taffeta jazz basking in attractive bop, savvy appetites and enamored glamour. Primed in sophisticated mischief, “Difference,” polishes posh thoughts into bewitching whimsy for a suave hurrah to witty simplicity, effectively selecting choice chords steeped in breezy, matriarchal sparkle and cavalier, chandelier swing.

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