Slipped Discs

Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd

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Jim White - Transnormal Skiperoo

Jim White - Transnormal Skiperoo

Jim White
Transnormal Skiperoo
Label: Luaka Bop

Country toasted gumbo stirred and spiced with subtle touches. White wiles his way into common dreams and universal visions painting language in earthy tones, suspicious shadows and radiant hope. Whether slithering or celebrating, the backwoods boogie creeps sleepily under the skin. Lazy beats wake to take to the streets as Transnormal trolls tradition.

Jim White WebsiteJim White Wiki

Was (Not Was) - Boo!

Was (Not Was) - Boo!

Was (Not Was)
Boo!
Label: Warner/Rykodisc

After twenty-years rest the party starts up again as, “Boo!” serves up sly soul, wacked-out cyber-irony and fishy tail-shaking funk. Respectfully subversive and sweetly deceitful, the original line-up still stays one step ahead of the competition, jiving and conniving with a goulash of grooves and gallows humor, political smarminess and hip, wicked wit.

Was (Not Was) WebsiteWas (Not Was) Wiki

Wilders - Someone’s Got to Pay

Wilders - Someone’s Got to Pay

Wilders
Someone’s Got to Pay
Label: Free Dirt

From hoedowns to honky-tonks, the Wilders’ commando jams swing through toe-tapping tempests and last call melancholy. Somber, fuel-injected traditions and snazzy, twang-filled philosophy highlight “Pay” with big returns on the listener’s investment as real-life murder ballads meet slammin’ solos of fiddle and dobro. The Wilders hit Madison’s High Noon April 16th.

The Wilders Website

Andre Williams & the New Orleans Hellhounds - Can You Deal With It?

Andre Williams & the New Orleans Hellhounds - Can You Deal With It?

Andre Williams & the New Orleans Hellhounds
Can You Deal With It?
Label: Bloodshot Records

The real deal – Williams teams with a randy band of crackerjack misfits for some cocky hootchie-coo and rocket-fueled R&B. Raucous street corner confessions run from arrogant boasts to desperate requests as the downright electrifying Hellhounds back Williams’ barks in stinging, slinking, sledgehammer brass, bass and guitar.

Andre Williams & the New Orleans Hellhounds Website

Martha Wainwright - I Know You Are Married But I Have Feelings Too

Martha Wainwright - I Know You Are Married But I Have Feelings Too

Martha Wainwright
I Know You Are Married But I Have Feelings Too
Label: Zoe/Rounder

A killer combination of cabaret queen and folk minstrel, Wainwright is a wicked and winsome nightingale of unrequited love. Art-house elegance infuses bruised ballads as, Married,” constructs galleries of characters, decorating despair in baroque melodies, up-lifting introspection and passionate rebellion. Wainwright plays Milwaukee’s Pabst August 15th.

Martha Wainwright WebsiteMartha Wainwright Wiki

Walkmen - You & Me

Walkmen - You & Me

Walkmen
You & Me
Label: Gigantic Records

Shifting through hazy memories, The Men’s crooning biographies wade within life-long habits and haunting afterthoughts, behind barbed guitars metamorphosis’s into breezy steel drums. The tangle of jangle stir tiny tempests out of whittled punk’s brittle ballads as, “You & Me,” fades into consciousness. The Walkmen, join Okkervil River at Madison’s Annex September 14th

The Walkmen WebsiteThe Walkmen Wiki

Wedding Present - El Rey

Wedding Present - El Rey

Wedding Present
El Rey
Label: Manifesto

Reunited after eight years TWP makes, Rey,” shine. Showy, sour chic gets fleeced and flogged as, “Rey,” lines up jaded and dejected sophisticates; unraveling insolent romance and radiating rebellious charisma. Antihero love songs usher carousing sideshows of rifling riffs and withering wit as TWP’s thorny lyrics become smarmy balm for love’s restless jesters.

The Wedding Present WebsiteThe Wedding Present Wiki

Winterpills - Central Chambers

Winterpills - Central Chambers

Winterpills
Central Chambers
Label: Signature Sounds

Sweet harmonies wrapped around rich, dark laments, Winterpill’s defenseless elegance waltzes around articulate sleep-walking angst. Minuets and rhapsodies receive pop-rock arrangements and post-modern wittiness, sagas reduced to reclusive tunes washed in deliberate, cinematic poetry and tastefully electric diplomacy. Spinning literary nuance, “Central,” reassembles foreign films with methodical logic, unearthing our delusions with melodic confidence.

Winterpills WebsiteWinterpills Wiki

Wolff - The Brass Ceiling

Wolff - The Brass Ceiling

Wolff
The Brass Ceiling
Label: Wolff and Tuba

Tribal tuba, soupy loops and plundering drums concoct cosmic gumbo as Wolff’s two-man army churns out chugging, interstellar funk; splicing catacomb vocals to interstellar samples for uniquely alien rhythms and bombastic, monastic panache. Mind-boggling combinations result as, “Brass,” triumphantly crashes past ordinary categories for squishy, trippy robo-soul that grooves to subterranean funk.

Wolff Website

White Rabbits - It’s Frightening

White Rabbits - It’s Frightening

White Rabbits
It’s Frightening
Label: TBD Records

Creepy crawly, bowery beats, taunt lo-fi rumblings, the Rabbits’ agitated bop tosses oddball odes to desperate beauty. Rim-shot riff-raff raising the roof through jungle fever, sinister hooks and tightly wound waltzes; “Frightening,” packs dizzy descents into murky minds. Rambunctiously rattling, SPOON’s Britt Daniel’s atmospheric production rings in authentic sounds touched by subtle studio smarts.

White Rabbits WebsiteWhite Rabbits Wiki

Wallpaper - Doodoo Face

Wallpaper - Doodoo Face

Wallpaper
Doodoo Face
Label: Eenie Meenie Records

Studio hoodlums commandeer the chronic and ironic, using party-fueled bravado and auto-tuned disco balls to conjugate one funky Pixar slam-down. Techno-gloss lip service carries pastel synths past eighties skating rink rhythms. Wallpaper’s ringtone craftsmanship pulls plugs and rehashes patches as retro-chic meets squeaky clean freaks for robotized revelry, hard-wired free-for-alls upgraded and infiltrated.

Wallpaper Website

Wailing Wall - Low Hanging Fruit

Wailing Wall - Low Hanging Fruit

Wailing Wall
Low Hanging Fruit
Label: JDub Records

Bonfire ballads lit with chivalrous rhymes, TWW’s well-plucked couplets blossom into raga-flavored frolicking while fiery folk-rock waltzes rise from modest woodland musings. Shy asides and grand finales merrily massaged, “Fruit,” touches bare-bone beliefs through studio hobbit mischief, reflective convictions wholesomely arranged in swollen brass and wheezing concertinas, spritely poems from nature’s pulpit.

The Wailing Wall Website

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