Slipped Discs

Miniature Tigers - Tell It to the Volcano

Sour grapes make sweet poison, indeed as “Volcano,” blithely applies evil touches neatly tucked behind choir-boy buoyancy. Scathing favors happily twisting tongues and filling lungs. conspiring and harmonizing, Tigers’ brightly burning tales skip, quip and stammer, cheerfully smiling through subversively sunny songs where love turns obsessive and hope leaves town.

Peter Buffett - Imaginary Kingdom

Soft, buttery ballads glide to machine-tooled grooves - robotic pop layering logic alongside longing for social conscience swimming in sophisticated syncopation, Buffett’s, “Kingdom,” build waves of hard-wired wondering washing over clockwork convictions, ticking time-bombs packing compassion in stately arrangements that stir and shimmy, dance floor diplomacy wrestling questions in hip-swiveling dialogues, cooing solutions.

School Of Seven Bells - Alpinisms

Secret Machines’ Benjamin Curtis teams up with twins Alejandra and Claudia Deheza weaving steamy cybernetic melodies between lockjaw rhythms,. Spinning space-age atmospheres, “Alpinism,” accentuate mesmerizing sound rainbows from astral sirens tempting mental cosmonauts. Airy fairies ferry digital dreams of binary bliss against restless tides, colliding into heavenly buzz, flitting into glittery symphonies.

Bee And The Bird - Ray Guns Are Not Just The Future

Baroque toasts, post-millennial torch-songs, gift-wrapped galas and space-age cabaret swoon in woozy angelic caresses firing meticulous missiles, infiltrating cosmopolitan lifestyles. “Ray,” hosts sly cheesecake concertos bursting with zest and cooing with cool, coy élan - champagne jazz dressed in glamorous gossamer rocketing into chiffon and sherbet.

An Horse - Rearrange Beds

Forceful phrases cement sentry-guard sincerity as Australians Kate Cooper and Damon Cox chop up blockbuster guitar and lock-jaw drums into barricade-bashing heartache and uncaged outrage. Honestly wrought bitterness thrash past social conventions, galvanized sympathies rebel uncorked and poised for pavement-pounding storms drenched in desire as, “Beds,” binge on wide-eyed no-nonsense indie-rock romance.

Matt And Kim - Grand

Parades of pneumatic analogue thump and pummel, emphatic word slams punctuate robust shout-outs, chipper pep rallies rejoice, reinforcing the duo’s sing-along salvos in pressure-cooker choruses, thundering downbeats and consistently insistent grooves whose in your face tastes prove innocent, intelligent and irresistible. Catapulting convictions cheer, steering old school synthesizers into infectious messages and relentless entertainments.

PSAPP - The Camel’s Back

Rube Goldberg whimsy haunts the charming ticks, bells and whistles perforating the toy-box ballet of tropical melodies in Psapp’s chic, elliptical art-pop.  Posh, polished shenanigans bring an edgy restlessness to the subtly playful, “Camel,” where cross-stitched syncopation meets eloquent studio tomfoolery for a computer-soothed jungle gym of twittering symphonies, slithering samples and classical flashes.

Dex Romweber Duo - Ruins of Berlin

Rodeo skiffle blends into alleyway noir bleeding between surf-rock riffs and vintage rockabilly licks as long-lost woefulness surrounds DRD’s noble, ravaged aesthetics. A slew of eclectic standards and roots-rock cameos turn, “Berlin,” monumental - six strings strum and rumble, ambling over finger-picking confessions while bristling twang and tremolo gallop through frontier gallows.

Dalek - Gutter Tactics

War-torn warnings, terminator trance rock, Dalek’s aftermath raps activate sci-fi assaults for post-nuclear enlightenment, wading knee-deep in cosmic sludge. Air-raid siren Bryons utter sniper-fire rhymes cataloging cataclysmic consciousness, shaking awake the saturated masses through terror-riddled electronics and industrial-strength polemics. Historical facts attack in overloaded circuitry, civil unrest washed in collapsing technology, “Tactics,” survives and defies.

Burnt Sugar - Making Love to the Dark Ages

Scats pitter-pat past cool animal bop frosted in electronic blips, found sounds and willfully meandering ambience. Galactic atmospheres cushion hep-cat vibes, after-hours sessions pitting astral brass with cosmic guitar, gypsy jazz and bluesy gospel. Buzzing between Avant Theater and Night Club Improv, Burnt Sugar’s exceptional love-making scenarios are carnal caramels.

Mi Ami - Watersports

Melting high-voltage punk and urban jungle funk into electrifying, hypno-rave aerobics, Mi Ami goes new-wave native, bending rules with explosive results. Feline yelps bite wobbly bass, cat-scratch guitar stab at throbbing, bobbing drums: post-nuclear trance-rock waking up hot and sweaty. “Watersports,” attacks passionately, floating on tightropes, half adenoidal epilepsy and half neo-disco voodoo.

Zu - Carboniferous

Dazzling whirlwinds of Doomsday dance tunes, Zu’s reflex riffs crunch synchronized thunder under monolithic squeals. Clawing at the consciousness, “Carboniferous,” is a tense, impervious box of monster heartbeats, skyscraper squalls and jet-propelled demolition derbies. Cornered rampage, bulldog sax, slam-dunked stomps and Troglodyte upper-cuts pitch howling bursts of Armageddon’s pleasure while praying mantis prog-rock chases armor-plated algorithms.

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