Slipped Discs

Shudder To Think - Live From Home

Sparking fiery thought bombs beneath serrated storms, angular angst and pounding, stalk-rock, “Live,” juices up STT’s catalogue. By all appearances a joyful event, Shudder’s 2008 reunion roll out pulverizing palpitation, a towering squalor through which slinks serpentine soliloquies performing jungle-gym twists around a steel web of mind games and shock logic.

Marshall Crenshaw - Jaggedland

Haunted by the golden age of early rock since he debuted decades ago, Marshall crafts crooning prom-night ballads and boppy paeans to love, waxing nostalgically in rockabilly twang, pistol-packed snares and turbulent, indie-pop jangle. “Jaggedland,” tracks the wistful singer pouring his wise, world-weary heart into incandescent comforts. Crenshaw visits Milwaukee’s Shank Hall Sept. 23rd.

Lhasa de Sela - Lhasa

Acoustic tapestries grace a tranquil, confiding voice; mid-tempo meditations, slow-moving harvest songs and phantom shanty waltzes float over fluttering melancholy. Lhasa’s beating dreams, reasonable realism and twilight candor snakes in a long, winding fuse igniting folk-blues blossoms among withering prophecies. In her first all-English album, the globe-trotting artist quietly embellishes clear-eyed feelings into beautifully serious poetry.

Hot Club Of Cowtown - Wishful Thinking

A phoenix rising from nests of effervescent finesse, “Wishful,” is packed with upbeat pluck, down-home charm and gracious glissando. Swinging between cocktail country, lonesome folk and chipper pitch-perfect jive, HCOC concoct a spiffy, hep-cat burlesque that addresses modern life in undulating harmonies. Catch the toe-tapping trio playing Beaver Dam October 20th.

Lita Ford - Wicked Wonderland

Hard rock boogie and wicked vixen blues reign over blistering bravado, cannonball caterwauling and tawdry anthems as Lita’s return after an eighteen year absence is a herald of rollicking riffs and stream-lined chaos. Shiny, sweaty, high-octane fun, “Wonderland,” floods the senses, churning a Mad Hatter’s bash into classic come-ons and pyrotechnical aggression.

Radney Foster And The Confessions - Revival

Sage and resolute, hard-won and road-tested; life experience informs Radney’s straight-shooting, textbook tunes. Seeking relief in hindsight enlightenment and soulful regrets, “Revival,” engages and captures, corralling its deeply-felt sympathies beneath level-headed epigrams poured over muscular melodies and rousing choruses. A well-versed honky-tonk pilgrim, Radney rallies true-blue homilies into honest, everyman sentiments.

Lou Barlow - Goodnight Unknown

Lo-fi tonics for unquenchable curiosities, Barlow’s restless quests yield broken folkie’s splintered tales harvested among indie-rocker’s ragged holy grails and bedroom pop’s heavily-weathered details. Smothered in casual confidence, tamed by infectious melodies and danced around forthright beats, “Goodnight,” offers a friendly hand to help you down the road - entertaining, authentic and entirely welcome.

Aliens - Luna

Looking Glass Alices hosting magical mystery tours the Aliens’ astral travels roam over a hodgepodge of happening sound collage. Mapping the duo’s borderline genius for twiddling percussion, orchestrated rock and English minstrels, “Luna,” showcases madcap epics slowly exploding in clouds of benevolent sentiments and hard-driving mania - shaggy Britpop blasting paranoid blues through panoramic odysseys.

Me'Shell NdegeOcello - Devil’s Halo

Effortless confessions bathed in swirling, sterling fusion, “Halo,” glows iridescently, prowling seductively, flooding the senses in creamy funk, luscious vibes feeding jazzed imaginations. Ndegeocello’s magical incantations gracefully penetrate the subconscious floating, half-spoken memories wrapped in supple soul, roaming and overflowing, a squirming firmament of sophisticated riffs, dynamic shifts and drifting bewitching twilight visions.

Wallpaper - Doodoo Face

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.

Hidden Cameras - Origin:Orphan

Pop songs draped in self-doubt, starched marches hurtling bittersweet syncopation, THC’s insistent post-modern skiffle tackles existential dilemmas through reverberating harmonies, organizing forceful oratory into glorious buoyancy. A Greek chorus of Canadian comedians, “Origin,” unleashes a somber circus whose pratfalls lines roll off the tongue and whose dark forest voices burst into song.

Yoko Ono's Plastic Ono Band - Between My Head and the Sky

Fables, haikus, purrs and moans, “Head,” creates steamy Edens and cyber-smooth utopias. Surrounded by a cosmopolitan cast of avant-garde forerunners, Yoko’s immaculate future music mixes philosophical tone poems with polished erotic pop as laid-back jazz, digital dance and urban rock toss impeccable improvisations into new intuitive solutions.

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