Slipped Discs

Neneh Cherry and the Thing - The Cherry Thing

A groovy Medusa, Cherry reworks the Stooges, Suicide, Ornette Coleman and her father’s fringe binges in avant-garde decisions. Conjuring cathartic visions via roller-coaster devotions, “Thing,” yearns for complex pleasures, exhuming the brutal and the beautiful, expressing turbulent worries through free jazz fevers, braying sax, bullish bass and Tommy-gun drums; bold, controlling emotions wrapped tight aching to embrace the world.

Kelly Hogan - I Like to Keep Myself in Pain

Embodying doe-eye survivors and embittered vixens, Hogan tackles Texas kickers glazed in café academics and honky-tonk philosophy rousing gospel-blues wearing cowboy boots, sneakers and high heels, “Pain,”: hosts smoky tones inside jukebox bop, Bubbly condolences hug observant mercies, funky country confessions stocked in battered kindnesses and wronged romance supply supple scenarios fueling dusky Delta voodoo, post-fiesta heartache and organ-driven R&B. 

Cosmo Jarvis - Think Bigger

Coy sleep-on-the-floor troubadour and tongue-wagging scalawag versed in barn-stormin’ boogie, cottage-pop nods and cheeky hayseed romps, Jarvis carves rustic punk busking into swinging, string-assisted folk-rock. Stacking bodacious stomps and impish twisters beside sly irony and giddy wit, the imminently amiable, “Bigger,” configures cap-sized happiness through wide kaleidoscope eyes, placing hammock banjos and child-recital ocarinas among woozy strings and blistering guitars.

Eleni Mandell - I Can See The Future

Silky smooth coos brewed in rich bewitching mysteries from casually bashful infatuations, Mandell’s proud high-brow country-soul lavishes jazz-drizzled melancholy over torch-song teases lulling supple alley-cat passions around folk couture, sad bachelor ballads poured over cuddly cocktail rebuttals.  Trembling gems on thorny crowns and Chantilly lace, “Future,” speculate in tarot cards and tamed mustangs, beatnik chamber-pop that undulates in twilight sighs.

Six Organs of Admittance - Ascent

Astral Stratocasters straddle galloping catastrophes saddling rabid psychedelics onto septic epics, Organs’ super-sized portions heap meaty blues-rock freak-outs onto derelict experiments mixing feedback and filigree. From heavy to heavenly, elastic guitar jams prove callous talisman attracting collapsing tapestries while deep-space waves break over whammy-barred shards guarding ghostly motives. “Ascent,” rides mile-high pile-drivers against mind-bending inflections, delicate insurrection and epileptic redirection.

Poor Moon - Poor Moon

Slowly coaxing sleepy vocals from strolling ghosts and bearded spirits, “Moon,” grooms skimming hymns, quaint fables and marimba-trimmed whimsy into lofty dream-boat anecdotes, quietly piloting dock-side soul into alt-folk harbors and circus-purchased caravans into syncopated havens. Charmingly tuneful lunatics, PM’s swinging minstrels wrestle generous penance from quasi-tropical fodder and nautical odysseys from restless tempests; radiant melancholy guided by starry-eyed castaways.

Natural Child - Hard in Heaven

Wrangling Chuck Berry benders behind Stooges blues and Stones bonuses, NC’s combination grease-monkey jungle-rockers and ravaged, red-neck boogie-blasters snarl, gargle and slither from rambling honey-suckled ruckus to narcotic garage-rock proselytizing. A tattered baptism of curbside service, “Heaven,” cleanses through hellfire hand-jive doused in rousing country-punk twang spread across limber R&B rhythms, piston-shifting slow-rides cruising through moonlit jams on endless highways

The Delta Routine - Cigarette and Caffeine Nightmares

Harsh, cathartic boogie marinated in loose, blues-rock grooves and swamp-water bop, “Nightmares,” pairs honky-tonk stomps from Roller Derby dervishes and slip and slide jive tied to unflagging swagger. Rambunctious punks fusing rockabilly belligerence to demanding evangelism Delta deals slap-dash splatter sporting ballistic grit, backwoods traction and raucous hep-cat side-steps.TDR hosts a CD release party Oct 11th in Milwaukee’s Hotel Foster

Julie Doiron - So Many Days

Drawing from youthful country-blues pursuits and solitary alt-folk melancholy, Doiron’s congenial chamomile chameleon deliver self-reflective lullabies glazed in rumbling twang and swaddled in hummingbird harmonies, plain-spoken guitars and coy, cautious observations. Calico camaraderie steeped in meek sweetness and doused in mousy countenance, “Days,” flavors life’s everyday strife in unobtrusive reviews of subtle deeply-felt troubles yielding wishful epistles from barbed-wire diaries.

Parquet Courts - Light Up Gold

Kinked-up and callous, PC’s barbecued ballast blasts upfront punk bristling in casual swagger. Side-swiped, hot-wired and sand-blasted; the band’s scrawny garage-rock blues produces greasy treats from shearing lyrics and lightning-bolt solos weaving tight-fisted riffs from unvarnished carnage. Abrupt cuts rustle up whiplashed balderdash within grinning six-string fingering, rolling, “Gold,” over knotty white-water subplots into brawny honesty wrapped around devilish merriment.

Brown Bird - Fits of Reason

Wicked intricacy provides grizzly intimacy among cleansing frenzies as, “Fits,” whips tricky electric licks and timid minstrel picking into haunted gallows night-tripping. Frisky gypsy fiddle and gritty twisted guitar canter and spar while Spanish tangents planted in galloping arabesques duel curdling Turkish minuets; BB’s smoke-house atonements stoke brimstone moments inside smoldering poetry woven from unrestrained flamencos washed in global hobo-folk.

Charles Bradley - Victim of Love

Tear-stained refrains from sweat-soaked vocals, Charles “Screaming Eagle of Soul” Bradley travels between gospel’s desperate redemptions, pop’s brassy appetites and R&B’s suave partying. Cooking hard-luck lessons in shuffling funk, bluesy doo-wop and Superfly psychedelia, ”Victim,” simmers candid abandon and heart-piercing fierceness into ravaged salvation for love-sick trips to horn-heavy heavens. After having conquered Milwaukee’s Turner Hall May 8th, catch the Screaming Eagle when he brings it on December 4th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.

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