Slipped Discs

Project Skyward - Moved By Opposing Forces

Steamy dreams and writhing twilight flights glow through molasses valleys; unearthly curtains of smoldering, windswept synthesizers and narcotic bass. PS’s celestial grandeur engages galactic techno through floating ghosts and flickering twitches. Cosmic free-falling within oceanic fantasies, “Opposing,” operate pneumatic factories, crossing boundaries into alien electronics, drowsily resurfacing inside thick, moody atmospheres.

Carolyn Mark & N.Q. Arbuckle - Let’s Just Stay Here

Frank, beautiful heartache captured inside barnstorming story-songs, “Stay,” chases modern tales down darkened alleyways as Mark shoots sparks fronting Canada’s premiere bronco-busting frontier band. Reflective and revved-up, the group’s boot-strap rebuttals are grimy reminders taken for a spin then drinks, good times flowing over toasty twang and rodeo riffs.

Joao Orecchia - Hands and Feet

Processed layers welded into seamless streams of jittery digital fidgeting, Joao’s overstocked toy box simmers alongside bantering banjos, wheezing concertinas and listing violins. Blue Man boogie for beats, blips and purring whirligigs, “Hands,” juggles cuckoo clock rock, cyber-fried lullabies and pump ‘n crunch electro-funk for effusive musical Sudoku and groovy, geo-synchronized synergy.

Curtis Harvey - Box of Stones

Gently genuine, the congenial, nimble-fingered troubadour whose multi-instrumental skills also include a talent for understated lyrics parlays a childhood affection for bluegrass to fuel his long-awaited solo debut with rich, melodic charms. “Box,” crafts tightly-woven tomes offering immediate relief, imposing subtly constructed rocking chair thoughts to crisp, swinging, altogether calming, fireside desires.

Los Cenzontles with David Hidalgo & Taj Mahal - American Horizon

A bump and grind banquet of sumptuous Tex-Mex, spooky barrio blues, joyful party tunes and soul-searching serenades, this hearty collaboration proudly parades squeeze-box cumbias, spicy folk-rock and intimate audio scenarios. Detailing the migrant worker’s plight, “Horizon,” is anchored by tradition but flowers through invigorating rock-blues fusions.

Brazos - Phosphorescent Blues

Brazos’ alt-folk affectations give way to minimalist chamber pop; textural confections fostering poetic ambitions, ceaseless free verse tumbling over cascading counterpoint. Twittering figures build sensuous tensions while, “Phosphorescent,” generates images and visions bound to exultant beats, hobo hopes stitched with hippie mantras seething beneath solemn streets, a stage-struck bohemia of everyday opulence and casual insight.

Glass Ghost - Idol Omen

Nebulous tenors narrate disembodied biographies swimming in impish synths, slithering between machine beats and tumbling, jungle percussion. A short-circuited circus of post-modern androids sorting through shattered reality, Glass Ghost hosts day-glo hymns addressing bureaucratic static. Mesmerizing, intoxicating and strangely familiar, “Idol,” calls forth Major Tom promises from Kafkaesque scenarios and Clockwork Orange dreams.

Tegan and Sara - Sainthood

Examining how far from perfect we are, T&S volley teasing, time-bomb tempos into impetuous, kinetic calisthenics, confronting choppy-water obstacles to snare love’s illogical lobbying. Tactful battleaxes parlaying blasts of bashing pop into frantic romance, “Sainthood,” is frosted to neon perfection - a pipsqueak blitzkrieg buffed into intense, anxious, well-timed insolence designed for maximum impact.

Arms and Sleepers - Matador

Birthing slow explosions alongside quibbling rhythms, A&S’s baroque kaleidoscopes spin tingling kinderpop into oceanic ambience, drawing patient cadence from slippery whisperings. Electro-acoustic druids from New England, A&S concoct eerie folk electronica reveling in liberating minimalism. A fluid fog of quietly classical trip-hop chamber-rock, “Matador,” surpasses the passive to float over edgy, enigmatic elegance.

Mittens On Strings - Let’s Go To Baba’s

A veritable garden of quirky curiosities, existential wit and literate kismet, “Baba’s,” boasts both gray, no wave guitar psychedelia harvesting lofty, alt-Goth waltzes and banjo, cello and mandolin spiking pastoral, prog-rock rodeos. MoS’s smirking, earnest grandeur merges into democratic genre-jumping offering sentimental laments and mocking double-talk, deadpan stanzas and granola-soaked anecdotes.

Christine Vaindirlis - Dance Mama!

A feisty maestro commanding cool jazz and smokin’ R&B rooted within pan-African grooves, Christine’s honey-covered harmonies and big band stampede feeds your feet sweet, frenetic medicine. Navigating hairpin turns through soulful vocals and whiplash brass, funky zydeco and doo-wop soukous, “Mama,” channels impassioned evangelism; a world-class, booty-shaking bouquet dipped in sass and imagination.

Dave Rawlings Machine - A Friend of a Friend

Assembling a crackerjack team including long-time collaborator Gillian Welch, revivalist and raconteur Rawlings picks and fiddles contemporary Dust Bowl bluegrass. Toe-tapping happiness grazing cautionary tales, “Friend,” renders and remembers faith-based fables and gospel-flavored shotgun swan songs. Train yard bards shooting the breeze, DRM play Madison’s High Noon Saloon Dec 7th.

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