Slipped Discs

Monster Movie - Everyone Is A Ghost

Quiet frustrations swarm under throbbing waves of synths, patient complacency dissolves into the solemn sympathy of softly strummed guitars and mournful harmonies. MM’s polished pessimism shines beneath a seething tide of steady beats, minor chords and sleepy consolations while “Everyone,” methodically plots sublime, melancholy pop that floats hopefully, reveling in selfless fellowship.

Extra Life - Made Flesh

Prog-rock opera staged by poet-warriors, “Flesh,” melts raw, visceral visions into fevered fanfares, provocative parables and contorted concertos. Assembling personal circuses sparked by both intense and tentative dynamics, Extra Life’s exalted and altered altar-bound pogroms swarm around ominous admonishments, dressing classical pastorals in Gregorian scorn and savoring intense interrogations between galvanized studio eruptions.

Minus the Bear - Omni

Vivid slivers of slithering ribbons tie smooth syncopated grooves into brisk, crisp knots as shimmering electronic funk carve tightly wrought jazz-rock into super-cool, cross-pollinating gravy. “Omni,” spins and sparks, igniting space-age playfulness as MTB prances over edgy pinnacles, casting magic spells against dance-floor lust and prog-rock cockiness. The Bear play Chicago’s Lollapalooza early August.

Glitch Mob - Drink the Sea

Scorching, satin cybernetics unfold steam-cleaned dreams and menacing denizens, vaporized sighs and translucent movements swim in thick blips and coarse chords rocking around fashionably agitated, polychromatic boogie. “Sea” swirls around wordless subterfuge and programmed stamina, slithering between stun-gun lunges and chrome-plated thunder; sanctimonious moments colored in killer curves and choreographed flashes. The Glitch Mob perform their razor-sharp magic August 21st at Madison’s Majestic Theater and August 22nd at Milwaukee’s Turner Hall.

Stars - The Five Ghosts

Emotionally-charged spirits waver and disperse, evaporating into heavenly college-rock proclamations as Canada’s musical social archeologists limbo beneath society’s swinging underbelly. “Ghosts,” waltz while angelic chords and hip, sophisticated hooks bounce and rally against unburdened yearnings and tarnished afterlife regrets; tightly-wrapped cabaret squirm in the restrained desires of poignant synthesizers presiding over charmed, chamber-pop novels.

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.

Lower Dens - Twin Hand Movement

Clanging basement blues artfully dissolve in understated waves of corrosive compulsions, fevered dreams and ragdoll ballets. LD’s cooing stews of murky psychedelia paint lazy, strung-out lullabies whose ferocious persistence rocks, cradling dank heartaches, creeping bleached half-asleep doldrums. Navigating deliberately drowsy diplomacy, murky melodies ooze and entangle, “Twin,” in earth-shattering shadows and abrasive haze. Jana Hunter and friends play Madison’s Project Lodge August 17th

Joemca - Sixteen Devils

Sweaty palm dramas arranged in reflective, Spector wall of sound lounge lizard living room confessions, singer-songwriter Joemca’s soul-baring, center stage persuasions convey earnest tourniquets to bleeding hearts and broken spirits, big issues reaping demons, incubating innuendos and remembering forgotten promises. Wrestling devils through heroic harmonies, Joemca negotiates complex confrontations into restlessly resolute pop-rock extravaganzas.

The Love Language - Libraries

Succulent schmaltz, witty quips and swashbuckling bluster combine swinging, torch-song charisma inside hip-shaking hooks as champagne gallantry purges primal urges. TLL’s fluent truants sweep and swoon, crooning in undulating pop-rock majesty. Melting retro-chic treats into spectacularly groovy bravado; the royally flamboyant, “Libraries,” catalogs classic hand-claps, echo-laden harmonies, velvet violins, fifties-styled back-beats and steel guitars.

Jimmy Gnecco - The Heart

Singing and playing every instrument, Gnecco’s raw courage and emotional depth sculpt melodramatic crashes and torrential torment, toreador handclaps and cliff-hanging crescendos - fermented fevers whose glories rise and fall with frankness and finesse. From solemn to soaring, resilient to resigned, “Heart” is a labor of love offering stormy rebellions and pre-dawn prayers.

Young Galaxy - Invisible Republic

Bold, smoldering alien jangle-rock visionaries soldier and slither around goth-gospel pop spouting disenchanted evangelism. Sporting strutting spooky elegance the ghoulishly cool, “Republic,” saunters, meshing textures and coercing conjectures, dispensing bewitching empathy. Sleek, oblique and slightly out of reach, YG’s temptingly redemptive persuasions reasonably teases, treed feedback among risky and irresistible sacrificial dance-floor rituals.

The Clientele - Minotaur

A mini-album packed to the gills, from the quasi-classical to the nakedly oratorical, Minotaur,” jumps verbal hurdles with posh indie-pop. Richly descriptive visions pitch open-hearted curve-balls, blue-eyed soul courting memory and dream, woozy musings illuminated in toe-tapping mojo. TC’s craftily re-mastered music hall rock tosses off crisp Britpop swagger saluting fine taste and good breeding.

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