Slipped Discs

Silver Scrolls - Music for Walks

Intuitive moods gifted in unforced metamorphosis, “Walks,” stretches and expresses counter-culture cool, kicking psycho-tribal myths in hip sidewinder grifts with sparring guitars darting in uprooted confluence, hornet’s nest buzz turned spider-web shimmer. Zen-rock contenders, tag-team bohemians and downtown dreamers, Silver Scrolls roll in concrete canyon jams and dappled electric-folk rapture; six-string spirit-walkers straddling casual conjecture, exploratory chords and energetic calm.

Secret Machines - Awake in the Brain Chamber

Adrenaline engines slipping into psychotropic over-drive, Secret Machines’ streamlined restraint moves in fugitive grooves, anchoring abstract contracts through insidious diligence drenched in desperate heft and unstoppable moxie. Tungsten bluntness coupled to nonchalance comeuppance and brooding aloofness, “Awake,” negotiates and instigates, taking vintage synth-rock wisdom simmering in divisive suspicions and updating the stakes for heroic pandemic redemptions and willful insurgent resilience.

Sad13 - Haunted Painting

Alt-pop frolics populated in muscular spunk, “Haunted,” saunters and splashes in glib upbeat whimsy and pyrotechnic production; talented imagination coated in roller-coaster verses, reinforced choruses and blissfully rickety bridges. Melting bells and whistles over pajama-party disco and day-glo indie-rock, Sad13 distills effortless sincerity into coy toybox courtships, supernatural appetites brewing loose carousel hooks, precious athletic melodies and flirty flower-power fury.

Slow Pulp - Moveys

Adept at polished alt-rock and steamy dream-pop, Slow Pulp’s mellow melodramatics wax in compact mid-tempo compassion, persuasive complacency ignited inside gallant ballads burning bright with smoldering heat, unhurried studies and tasty temptations. Luscious bluster coated in coaxing vocals, sparkling guitars and hungry bass and drums, “Moveys,” smoothly conquers through grounded prowling, insidious insistence and heavenly threats issued in devilish relish.

Spires That In The Sunset Rise - Psychic Oscillations

Guided by jellyfish kismet powering abstract Krautrock daydreams, Spires That In The Sunset Rise’s clipped manipulations transform noisy voices, percussive cello, spineless flutes and huffing saxophones into elemental experiments following optional logic.  Layered cascades weaving primeval sequences into elliptical telemetries, “Oscillations,” reverberate hypnotic electronics from gurgling ghosts, roping liberated loops paved in modulated delays, arpeggiated spacewalks and sublime unquantifiable designs.

Still Corners - The Last Exit

Supple struggles coupled to edgy tempests and romantic tampering, Still Corners’ corrosive ghost-folk coasts over bruised truths topped in polished synths and free-range twang; spectral pledges measured in methodical melancholy and coddled in haunted longing. Barrio blues pruned from country roots, “Exit,” stretches beneath interconnected intentions, suggestive expeditions into dark hearts, imparting lost hopes within ephemeral surrender and plush seductions.

Sun June - Somewhere

Sparkling effervescence buoys distant sunlit wishes as the radiantly understated Sun June coast through bruised folk-blues into wheelhouse healing, mid-tempo meditations baking gracious mistakes into a melodic oasis sheltering humbled troubles and wounded humor. Unhurried discoveries injected with electric licks, “Somewhere,” sings in rear-mirror lyrics swimming towards gentle contentment, past mishaps navigating restless respect with introspective penance and fearless experience.

Sunburned Hand of the Man - Pick A Day To Die

Wildly primal molten commotion meets marauder’s caution and hell-bound humor as, “Pick,” risks exploding myths, unraveling free-rock ragers alongside edible meditations; self-guided tours through cosmic-blues stews, deep-fried Krautrock and chilled twang. Sinister and surreal with dangerous impatience raising rootless moods, Jekyll and Hyde musical pirates SHOTM’s fiendish schizophrenia hides scintillating divinity inside flexing psychedelics reflecting insurgent births and alternative odysseys.

Devin Shaffer - In My Dreams I’m There

Placated dreamscapes and audio cinema verité revolve around Shaffer’s experimental musical experiences, surreal appeals waft past casual conversations erasing borders between intangible phantoms and sentient memories. Interconnected reflections dispersed among otherworldly swirls from strummed guitars brushed in reverb, reversal and reconnaissance, There,” rises half-relaxed and wholly open, diaries fired with quiet privacy left smoldering in hallucinogenic mentions and soft-spoken notions.

Christopher Paul Stelling - Forgiving It All

Magically fathomable, fashionable acoustic-roots narrator, Christopher Paul Stelling’s earnest pearls strung on sincere endearments connect common threads with gratitude, perspective, insight and wisdom. Progressive fretwork begets whimsical finger and wrist pirouettes accompanying articulate fidgeting within counterpoint tournaments, filling, “Forgiving,” with responding reprises hiding low-flying surprises, folk chord cornucopias poured over lightning runs and self-censored confessions, quicksilver trills savoring tasty appraisals.

Smoke Bellow - Open for Business

Ticklish rhythms cut snug rugs hugging upbeat breakdowns as Smoke Bellow’s curious schematic attitudes box, grok and clock art-rock concoctions into disembodied toggle-pop dodging jagged patterns from rickety riffs with robotic bossa nova, hiccup funk and polished goth. Microwaved tropics romp on velvet conveyor-belts as, “Open,” stokes synthesized precision in frazzled apathy, hypnotic epoxy soldering eerie fearlessness to buoyant clairvoyance. 

Sara Serpa + Emmanuel Iduma - Intimate Strangers

Compelling storytelling scored in neo-classical strategies where electronic auras and disembodied choirs elevate flowing prose into kinetic poetics, “Intimate,” stages performative tournaments through effusive muses pursuing haunted observations as multi-dimensional memories. Portuguese vocalist-composer Sara Serpa and Nigerian writer Emmanuel Iduma blend beautifully spoken moments with minimalist vision, transforming essential evidence into magical chapters fashioned from secret meetings and captured reality.

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