Slipped Discs

Wolf Parade - EXPO 86

Shell-shocked alt-rock plops muscular lyricism alongside grinning cynicism. Doomsday soothsayers, Wolf Parade’s rogue commandos hijack embattled ballads, tossing cryptic clues and brisk divisive philosophies into frightful new wave delusions chock full of curt, clench-jawed logic and iron-claw zombie obstinacy. “Expo,” unfolds exponentially, fostering spooky robo-boogie tainted with unresolved subterranean glories and smashing, mad-dash neuroses.

Rusty Willoughby - Cobirds Unite

Veteran of Seattle bands Pure Joy and The Llamas. Willoughby gathers talented friends together to croon clue-strewn Americana constructed from vagabond bravado and heart-felt camaraderie. Decorated in classy attachments, “Cobirds,” blends vibraphones to steel guitars, banjos and cellos before injecting Visqueen’s Rachel Flotard’s ghostly back-up vocals into burnished, burnt-out ballads dipped in desolate effortlessness, alt-country hunches formed from waltzing thoughts.

The Wooden Birds - Two Matchsticks

American Analog Set’s Andrew Kenny’s new band retains AAS’s laidback outlook compiling crisp wisdom inside colorful cooing and modest acoustic musings. Cozy, folk-pop breeziness fortified by shimmering marimbas, soft strumming and horse-drawn rhythms, “Matchsticks,” glows in deceptively demure assurances churning patient complacence from twilight insights and lively shyness, inviting politeness channeling sly, bouncy foxtrots, cantering ballads dispensing love-sick riffs .

Gillian Welch - The Harrow and the Harvest

Despair transported through compassionate salvation, Gillian‘s crisp blues-baked biscuits feed the soul while easing tired bones and weary hearts. Resonant and refined, “Harrow,” embellishes wisely, speaking volumes in rich bluegrass tapestries overlaid in subtle Celtic runs and casual country-jazz licks. Impeccable Dustbowl Americana lovingly embraced, “Harvest,” trims tradition, updating with sharp, unvarnished vision.  Gillian plays Madison’s Capitol Theater July 21st.

Woods - Sun and Shade

Wide-eyed and blissfully innocent, mischievous sixties whimsy snaps, crackles and pops brokered in corrosive overdoses of basement space-rock. A glorious and incandescent, “Sun,” runs tweaked twee dreams around quaint paisley mazes and woozy hallucinogenic textures as knob-twiddling wizards skip merrily into crashing waves laced with rainbow fuzz and sunflower jangle.  Woods’ anachronistic sizzle whittles charmed adolescent experiments into galactic-spackled monuments.

Wooden Shjips - West

Churning, squirming murmurs battle seething feed-back and pile-driving percussion while slithering chainsaw blues cruise saturated flash in a combustible combination of mind-blowing bliss. “West,” masterfully plasters sulfuric solos over discordant storms, twisting fistfuls of fuzzed-out guitars and thick wicked organ. Seismic miners, WS’s sinewy squalor breech and buckle under scathing sonic séances, co-opting cross-wired chakras for absorbing amorphous phantasmagorical fibrillations,

White Rabbits - Milk Famous

Glazed in beefy beats, ELO sunshine and Southern Comfort swagger, the air-drum, headphone-friendly, “Milk,” slathers cybernetic embellishments around its experimental center for non-stop jet-propelled alt-rock. The Rabbit’s flitting transistors, twitchy pedal-infected psychedelia and urgent bionic bop hurtles headlong between driving, intertwining grinds, shiny, high-beam beacons of sinful syncopation and glossy altered washes. WR plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon April 6th

Wild Cub - Youth

Cross-stitching riffs atop wicked pixilated calypso, “Youth,” boosts effervescent funk onto chattering pop-rock catalysts; inter-faced layers convey airbrushed gusto alongside melancholy holidays. Provocative and alluring, WC’s bright, bold vocals fold throbbing tropical mobs into thick, tightly-knitted synths and bristling ADD bass; catchy ecstasy etching reckless romance on moon-lit dance floors spun among fleet-footed memories decked out in glamorous closed-circuit subterfuge.

Aimee Wilson - Unto Us the Sun

Stoic harps, nomadic pianos and rumbling tympanis weave tentative sentiments around weathered memories; the dappled, magical, “Sun,” circles and skirts elaborate madrigals, emergent dirges and Saxon ballads exploring flaxen passages beneath macramé mazes. Dramatic chamber-jazz tactics open brooding moods as spiritual pilgrim Wilson surrenders to indigenous mysteries spun from elusive truths hiding intangible challenges for hypnotic frolics and discerning journeys.

Wild Yaks - Milion Years

Lung-busting thunder roars and cavorts unleashing stampeding sieges of six-string squalor beneath vigorous twists, shaggy tragedies and rambling good cheer, “Years,” starts strong and never lets up, piling propulsive roller-coaster blasts on top of ragged, galloping bombast. Loosely convoluted and divinely conspiring, multi-faceted passions rule Wild Yaks’ rousing indie-rock assaults, unflinchingly floundering in unhinged binges, gripping trips and existential interventions.

Wise Blood - Id

Brandishing outlandish samples whose firing-squad choirs blast fractured bombast, WB’s massaged collages harbor woozy blues and street-wise boogie; slow, persistent grooves laboring under urban jungle theater, super-cool kick-backs and PMA segues. Found-sound scenarios frame, “Id,” twisting jazz, blues and gospel into old school-loops boosting groovy share-cropper bop, writhing raps zapped with art-pop sass, hip world collisions double-tracked, dubbed-up and cross-faded.

Chelsea Wolfe - Pain is Beauty

Unsparing prayers coiled in bewitching contrition, Wolfe’s murky voodoo dirges assemble hemorrhaging memories from heathen dreamers; rapturous magic meets claustrophobic moments drenched in digital dissidence and adrift in subterranean refrains. Pursued, seduced, imprisoned and let loose, “Pain,” remains positively aloof veering from maddening ballads tackling shrouded doubts to mermaid serenades baited with dusky percussion and cloaked in lush post-apocalyptic concussions.

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