Slipped Discs

Truth Club - Not An Exit

Brittle art-rock assailants regaled in beatnik spit and ripped with cranky angst, Truth Club rallies beneath burnt-out social maladies, channeling the so-called banal into banzai guitars, bursting in python brawn and venturing down dark urban ennui. Full-moon confusion depleting meaning in philosophical all-nighters, the reckless, “Exit,” exhibits deadpan stamina around spastic collapse for braided mayhem rancid with jittery post-punk trances.

Tengger - Nomad

Dawn wanderers fleeing sleepy beacons, Tengger blends dimpled ripples, grazing radiance and ambient organics into trippy bliss and mesmerizing effervescence; tidal fly-bys weaving wavering vapor-trails into fondled electronics from passive satellites. Secret sequences frequenting spacey places, “Nomad,” tranquilly zig-zags in astral patterns while etherized voices and delayed fades trade glazed gazes from serene submarines lighting mental trenches with psychic sunshine.

Tenci - My Heart is an Open Field

Intimate invitations addressing simple bedroom-folk apparitions, the beautifully unassuming, “Open,” offers honest confidence in wandering songs, sharing private performances coddled in sincere inquiry and hospitable synergy. Sturdy melodic purity guided by bold, intuitive curiosity, Tenci’s debut wanders into strange chamber arrangements, cozy disposable moments turned relevant and indispensable; relaxed distractions becoming catchy after-thoughts framed in anchored bass and sparkling guitar.

Turning Jewels into Water - Our Reflection Adorned by Newly Formed Stars

Stoked techno-global alchemists mixing restless temporal mementos, TJIW’s sonic bonfires melt organic samples onto studio-manufactured curios, spawning alien tailgate anthems rich in primitive synergy and city-slicker sophistication. Processed poly-rhythmic glitches stitching indigenous snippets to twitching subterranean mania, “Adorned,” swarms with cultural storms, flowing DJ mosaics and neural surveys luring murky anachronisms onto mythical rituals, rhythmic-shifting enigmas and flickering shadow dances.

Tricky - Fall to Pieces

Micro-dosed approaches circling atmospheric minimalism, eclectic messenger and polysonic manipulator Tricky paints sinister shadows with cosmopolitan electronics, enlisting sensual vocals, wobbly dial-tone rhythms and hallucinogenic studio chemistry for wicked trip-hop vigils digging slippery midnight figments. Lush, musical communion uniting chic world-beats to soothing grooves, “Pieces,” feasts on discrete temptations, illicit invitations and tasty vacations; captivating engagements roasted in decadent elegance.

Throwing Muses - Sun Racket

Stern nurturing raising searing spirits, the legendary Throwing Muses’ fearlessly eerie art-punk sleepwalks around barbed buoys past calculated catastrophes witnessed by tasered second-sight gazes moving through psychic mazes. Underwater waltzes cauterized in bulletproof sawtooth caterwauling, “Racket,” matches mystical grit to magnificent synergy conjured by long-time bandmates’ organic intuition creating rattlesnake cake-walks and insomniac stake-outs inside wind-tunnel funhouses and unglued romper-rooms.

This Is The Kit - Off Off On

Passive lyric fragments chase wonderfully breezy melodies while, “Off,” tosses bumblebee teases around hummingbird urgency, administering flickering jigs beneath posh horns born from British soul and rhythmic finger-picking plucked from intricate gypsy-folk. Contrapuntal tumbleweeds carving artful paths, This Is The Kit magically fits bouncy rounds tugging at windy beginnings into uplifted syncopation placed with graceful cadence inside loose, groovy haiku.

Tiña - Positive Mental Health Music

Dark karma harvests cathartic bargains from Tiña’s bittersweet dream-pop, reaping peppery therapy that rolls with the punches, finding joy in the unavoidable while confronting existential menace with mocking deference. Untapped rapture wrapped in psychotropic disclosure and served in homegrown commotion, “Health,” invigorates with skeletal proficiency; bone-cutting bliss led by explicit simplicity, artistic consistency and devilishly level-headed instincts for redemptive tempests.

Thaba - Eyes Rest Their Feet

South Africa comes to Brooklyn as modernized Mbaqanga slow dances in soulful romance; the shifting, uplifting polyrhythmic, “Eyes,” ties aching hearts to silenced minds with serene beats surrounded by sensual synths and passive sax. United by positive vibes and music’s universal language, Thaba consoles with flowing control, airtight flights whose graceful pacing moves like moonlit tides beneath tranquil trade winds.

Told Slant - Point the Flashlight and Walk

Narrative parables connect and confess as the softly illuminating, “Flashlight,” weathers severed efforts with tender acceptance, modest caution and inevitable revelations celebrating life’s beautiful imperfections through plain-spoken moments centered around earnest verses, metaphorical choruses and poetic measures. Vulnerable conundrums befriending sensitive sentiments, Told Slant’s themes tease humanized philosophy into tuneful ruminations, adapting tactful, fact-driven ballads into casual mid-tempo indie-pop psychoanalysis.

Teenage Fanclub - Endless Arcade

Seamless team-players and articulate artisans, Scotland’s breezy Teenage Fanclub craft cohesive greetings in beautifully arranged key changes with genuine tenderness armed in soaring four-part harmonies and steady sunshine rhymes gliding over winged six-strings. Gilded tranquility built from confident fondness and soothing prudence, “Endless,” befriends, mends and defends; melodic case studies in splendid indie-rock melancholy falling softly on solid Britpop solace.

Tasha - Tell Me What You Miss The Most

Coffeehouse clarity sharing conversational daydreams, “Most,” hosts elegant embellishments sheltering cozy jazz-folk intimacy, a swath of swelling strings and uplifted singing coloring ambient canopies with waltzing caresses in diaphanous touches brushed in fluttering wonder. Silky lyrical balms soothing open social wounds, Tasha massages unjust presumptions with gentle persuasions and kind mindfulness grooving to mellow elocution, unguarded charm and prudent nuance.

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