Slipped Discs

Ivan & Alyosha - It’s All Just Pretend

A dazzling indie-pop grab-bag unraveling theatrical narratives in kind-hearted bravado and poignant misfortune, “Pretend,” blends repentant questions into hook-filled hootenannies; unshackled ballads ransacked in brassy gratitude leap from street-wise reprisals to tear-stained amends. Masters of last-chance love-songs packed in foreshadowed passions and streamlined swagger, I&A’s hard-luck romances crush on folk-rock flings as simple opinions address courtship’s hardships with ear-candy sincerity.

Rey Pila - The Future Sugar

Moving to manicured stammers from mid-eighties samples poured over sporty choruses braised in underbelly glamour, Rey Pila’s brisk, fidgety New Wave funk spaces out and gets down with riff-pitched boogie. A refreshing exodus despite years in studio limbo, the slinky, “Sugar,” cannot sit still; muscular party-pop hustles roar while sinister alt-rock come-ons board bullet-train dancehalls, space-station nightclubs and black-market happy-hours.

Frog - Kind of Blah

Country-river folk spinning skinny-dipping syllogisms from hot-tip hipsters and daydreaming beatniks, “Blah,” shadow-babbles in swirling pop-culture skullduggery surfing an eclectic fusion of runaway sentences, nervous diversions and murmured worries. Rambling jam-band acoustics canoodle into sunny indie-rock wonder bundling Frog’s vernacular spectaculars into exquisite hillbilly shape-shifters curating meandering pandemonium from literate misfits for a contorted multi-storied voyage sailing furiously curious purges.

The Orange Peels - Begin the Begone

Sun-soaked West Coast power-pop meets rock-geeked apple-cheeked psychedelia inside TOP’s old-school revolutionaries where breath-taking weightlessness spreads from heady experiments to gutsy productions. Joyful orchestral cleverness converge in sharp, harmonic commerce and sentimental effervescence as, “Begone,” spawns smooth groovy tunes; shiny compositions whose tie-dyed jangle wears synth-pop spangle and six-string symphonies glistening in singer-songwriter petitions ride candy-coated rollercoasters in radio-friendly memories.

My Morning Jacket - The Waterfall

Desire runs wild through, “Waterfall,” whose deep-shag platitudes and heavenly suspensions tout ecstatic abandon in tabernacle parables. Lacquered bombast cast in clock-master’s closets, MMJ’s mind-blowing soul injects delicate tenderness in exalted rock covenants, mustering triumphant shifts within miniature riffs as syncopated stamina clamors in full-moon grandeur, righteous arrangements and ethereal appeal. MMJ plays Milwaukee’s Riverside Theater June 20th and 21st.

Pins - Wild Nights

Surly purrs imbedded in smirking mascara-lined dirges laid over brittle stiletto-rock insurgence from subterranean palladiums, “Wild,” files venomous memories, assembling jilted jigsaw-goth from salamander mantras, four-on-the-floor power-chords and smoldering old-school templates. Hurtling vexing vixen doo-wop from twin-fisted sisters refining sunken dungeon come-ons, PINS’ pouty doubts and stern burns fuse leather-clad ballads with fem-blended anthems bleeding steamy teases beneath steel-belted helter-skelter.

Unknown Mortal Orchestra - Multi-Love

Stitched in groovy Frankenstein Valentines, UMO’s garage-soul Romeos exude lo-fi funk from junkyard jewels; lysergic cross-circuits crunching funhouse bumps into trippy basement raves and disco-commissioned intermissions. Immersed in flanged drum-pad boogie, blue-eyed Motown tributes and rootsy alt-pop chutzpah, “Multi-Love,” build Hydra-like blights spinning odd-ball logic from slinky whimsy and criminal resilience for dance-friendly chemistry bent on electrifying hip romantic calamities.

Kid Wave - Wonderlust

Cruise-missile blizzards chisel tousled dream-pop insomnia, Kid Wave’s thick, but sensitive intensity craft sleek chassis onto whip-smart go-carts, the London-based, internationally-casted quartet’s sassy rallies balance competence beside confidence for swift deliverance of fragile goods. Sleepy pleads fend off narcotic pillow-talk, lowering, “Wonderlust,” under solidly modern sonics; slinky commitments sprinkled in nightclub glitter applied by poker-faced mavens played with blissful indifference.

The Cairo Gang - Goes Missing

Gritty mid-sixties vigor featuring sweeping Merseybeat pleadings, chilly Piccadilly stomps and swinging Byrdsian jangle, “Missing,” positions Mod postures beneath refined dockside chiming. Cursed with earnest nightclub blues cloaked in triumphantly strummed presumption, beguiling stylist Emmet Kelly twists memories’ edgier pleasures into shimmering hymns trimmed in sin. Catch TCG opening for madman Mikal Cronin September 11th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.

On An On - And The Wave Has Two Sides

Plush head-rush luxury from Minneapolis’ post-modern dance-rockers bathe graceful ravers in persuasive New Wave whose glittery synths, bright guitars and clipped rhythms crackle in hook-happy passion. A fleeting weekend panacea festering in restless affections and teeming in steam-cleaned daydreams, “Wave,” craves physical liberation from emotional prisons, bursting in neon effervescence from micro-processed caresses doling out cool rebukes inside romantic spandex.

Veruca Salt - Ghost Notes

Fracking slacker-pop toffee into hulking indie-rock convulsions, velvet-hammer glamour and storming discordant torment, nineties icons Veruca Salt return yearning and burning with psycho-savvy burdens. Twenty years since, “American Thighs,” the reliantly defiant, “Notes,” coaxes retooled old-school from fiery rhymes and whiplash axes combating rash sonic sass through cool cougar woo. Rediscover the formidable foursome July 10th at Milwaukee’s Turner Hall

The Mynabirds - Lovers Know

Fur-lined dirges flirting in kinky winks and penthouse purrs, “Know,” prowls in passive cabaret, teasing powder-puff lust with emphatic alt-pop magic. Bewitching conflicts twisted into edgy sedatives, The Mynabirds’ well-planned glam plays gothic-sponsored synths like thinking Vegas sphinxes. Poised in coy theatrics, band-leader Laura Burhenn dazzles with deep thoughts frosted onto layered cakes baked in puzzling romance and haunted desires.

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