Slipped Discs
Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd
Deerhoof - The Magic
DeerhoofThe Magic
Label: Polyvinyl
Tinkering in twerk-worthy earthiness, Deerhoof’s psychedelic shin-digs dodge and bop atop unstoppable chops, popping out funky home-grown grooves alongside noise-pop juggernauts. Heavy with levity, the foursome’s unpredictably trippy frack-rock talents gets goosed and let loose for fun, wigged-out hullabaloos. Euphoric avant-garage barn-burners dressed in reckless affection and smile-filled abandon turns the snap, crackle and blunt head-rushes inside, “Magic,” positively magnetic.
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HeliotropesOver There That Way
Label: The End Records
Girl-group gloom meets indie-rock pillow-talk via collegiate beach-party harlots sparking surf-twang bangers for disconnected intellects; Heliotropes’ co-ed dread spreads weighty vagueness over bittersweet ennui as suspicious kisses swollen in swan-song bygones swallow existential squalor. Born from cross-hair glares floundering in pale beauty, “Over,” smolders with melancholy melodies wrung from deep, dark jangle then dipped in misfit grit and romantic pandering.
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Robbing MillionsRobbing Millions
Label: Play It Again Sam
Quick-pivoting time signatures capture left-brain quatrains in micro-encapsulated packages mapping Robbing Millions’ sharp, intriguing seizures onto art-prog dream-pop. Scoring shiny choruses with savvy calibrations, the Belgian quintet’s supple self-titled tidal-wave blazes through succinct tiddlywink sprints out-thinking dance-rock street-smarts with unglued jazz fusions while dramatic catapults discharging syncopated counterpoint dissect clever pleasures with telekinetic intellect inventing bendable dimensions beneath sizzling juxtaposition.
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The ParrotsLos Niños Sin Miedo
Label: Heavenly Records
Brandishing raw, outlaw bravado, The Parrots’ ravenous, cavernous surf-rock bursts roll stampede beats into disheveled dust-devil grunge. A cavalry charge of barbed electric guitar launching crooning lunacy and cannonball abandon with weathered punk revelry, the Spanish ranters’ scrappy debut, “Niños,” goes for gritty, bickering squalls; a massaged roof-rattling barrage scrubbed in galloping lo-fi ruckus and inflated into Grand Canyon tantrums.
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PixiesHead Carrier
Label: Play It Again Sam
Pulp-fiction predicaments gilded in supersonic confidence, Pixies’ twisted tales and artful dodges drop major chops with gleeful gonzo fondness topped-off with dollops of crispy, crunchy alt-rock romps. Locked in rapid narratives glazed in smoldering solos, “Head.” treads pithy hipster history with blunt lyrical punches; steely rapport recorded in paranormal paranoia and stylized nihilism, combustible character assassinations driven in bullet-proof grooves.
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Marching ChurchTelling It Like It Is
Label: Sacred Bones
Sweltering in basement-blues heated to trigger-finger simmering, “Telling,” breaks free and lets loose unleashing well-chiseled sizzle twitching stream-lined fits in edgy rock-gospel baptisms where slovenly Svengali honesty jostles burning earnest dub-punk effigies. Lashing out in thundering stunners, Marching Church’s deliberate mischief wrestles in relentless intensity lunging towards frontman Elias Bender Rønnenfelt’s burden-shirking urgency shivering in unshackled cackles and sumptuous umbrage.
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Joan As Policewoman w/ Benjamin Lazar DavisLet It Be You
Label: Reveal Records
The slightly sinister mechanics behind multi-instrumentalist Davis’ winding, grinding New Wave art-rock collaboration with the multi-tasking Wasser brews gritty elixirs in double-battered R&B caresses. Creating moody futures from intelligent sentiments, the bewitching, “Let,” moves through beautiful incongruities; motorized techno-rock rosaries listing rhythmic sins under electro-funky love-songs, brash flash-ballads groovin’ to home-studio show-tunes and transistorized alley-cat theatrics padding about kittenish manipulations.
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Trails and WaysOwn It
Label: self-release
Elastic bop-pop run-arounds powered by exquisite riffs ricocheting off slippery innuendo, “Own,” roams beneath heavy-petting confections, catchphrase catechisms teased in dark pulsating undertones; diplomatic passions dispensing blue-eyed heartache inside quasi-disco boogie reviving sly, fly hooks with ninja intuition. Courting penthouse debutantes in cabana-boy flourishes, Trails and Ways engage lusty soft-rock hustles flushed in irresistible bedroom harmonies wrung from play-date reprobates.
• Trails and Ways Website • Trails and Ways Facebook • Trails and Ways WikiMr. Universe - Everything’s Good/It’s Not Working
Mr. UniverseEverything’s Good/It’s Not Working
Label: Moderate Fidelity
Armed with a Roland Rhythm 77 beatbox, expressive guitar and vagabond spirit, “Working,” marinates plain and simple longing in clear, sincere choruses and humble, observant verses. An emotional foot-soldier wielding laidback garage-pop scholarship, Mr. Universe peels back deep-seated concessions to brew self-reflective alt-folk nods to nomadic regrets, inevitable missteps and pitiless visions which explore ordinary ironies beneath ill-timed, half-defined kindnesses.
• Mr. Universe Website • Mr. Universe FacebookAmerican Wrestlers - Goodbye Terrible Youth
American WrestlersGoodbye Terrible Youth
Label: Fat Possum
Vigorous pub-rock lullabies served in matter-of-fact rallies coat street-wise hope in staunch confidence as American Wrestlers’ muscular wonder feeds a needy hunger for earnest courtesies and compassionate actions through guitar-fueled power-ballads and sage, patient anthems. Cruise-missile crusades offer mighty tidal-waves of good-will, bonded fellowship and energetic connections, turning “Youth,” loose through layman’s lyrics to rouse powerful harmony within iron-clad camaraderie.
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Wolf PeopleRuins
Label: Jagjaguwar
Ancient pagan vibes ride cosmic prog-rock thunder to exhume spooky druid maneuvers from gilded warlock tombs; “Ruins,” fumes and swoons, slathered in psychedelic blues churning with epic, dark magic. Spellbinding titans lacing ravaged pageantry around ornate tornadoes, Wolf People’s scorching orchestral redemption gallantly balances meticulous riffs inside heavy-metal avalanches for a seething stampede of chivalry and revenge, nobility and rage.
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Jordan BurchelVowel Sounds
Label: self-release
An unmoored troubadour bobbing in pop-rock folklore, Burchel turns openly emotional stanzas into post-romantic mantras stashing breezy bittersweet reprieves inside waggish tragedies as jammy dynamics meander around soft-spoken poetry. Pining over hindsight’s tempting redemption while honing soul-seeking beacons with riff-lifted missiles, “Vowel,” powers searing sincerity, lobbing polished thoughts with profound lovesick deliverance covered in ragtag sadness and slowly burning yearning.
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