Slipped Discs

Two Inch Astronaut - Can You Please Not Help

Stretching reckless leads around bounce-house percussion, steeple-chasing bass and baited statements, Two Inch Astronaut’s cobra-brokered roller-coasters design sole-survivor idylls from mosh-pit pillage riding quick-draw pile-drivers into falling-down-the-staircase riffs. Capsized catapults swing cathartic slingshot catechisms to conquer doubts, expose fear and avenge offenses, helping, “Help,” delve deep to reap woeful social stingers, wringing impending send-offs with ecstatic bashes and infectious kvetching.

Manchester Orchestra - A Black Mile to the Surface

Overflowing disclosure trickles from solemn longing gift-wrapped in rapturous whispers to blistering blasts braving heart-wrenching connections with masthead-strapped passion; Manchester Orchestra tackle singular decisions with rock-strong conviction tempered in unconditional forgiveness. Demon-chasing danger stalks escape-velocity monstrosities with stellar white-knight might as, “Surface,” works pre-dawn swan-songs flushed in hushed production and broken by castle-crumbling rumble launching cataclysmic riffs among super-heated beats.

Twinsmith - Stay Cool

Summery funk plunges from swiveling disco synth-pop to breezy seaside soft-rock while, “Cool,” heats, tweaks and teases fool-proof rendezvous with one-night stand abandon; drums, bass and guitars dart among bold, bright stroboscopic bop caressing flexible suggestions in gentle persuasions. Downstream dancers in uptown parades, Twinsmith’s day-glo palette flashes neon sequences splashed in weekend nostalgia for nightclub courtships channeling clandestine fantasies.

Waxahatchee - Out In The Storm

Battering-ram stamina paired with outspoken vocals, “Storm,” marries adversarial resilience to unapologetic messages, determined street-punk burns to whitewater-tossed logic and survivalist defiance to unselfish confession. Alt-rock cherry-bombs dropped into solid methodical introspection, Waxahatchee’s karmic kamikaze dives headfirst into conflict-rich situations with hindsight snipes hiding sensitive memories with impeccable rejection. A mesmerizing performer, Waxahatchee plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon July 20th.

Ema - Exile in the Outer Ring

Conceived in a basement confronting working-class anxiety, gender politics and American redemption, “Exile,” emerges from crumbling assumptions and bittersweet beliefs to exude vigilant discipline hot-boxed in processed buzz and consumed in looming gloom. Absorbent, resilient, resourceful and determined, EMA glowers in overflowing cacophony compacted by disembodied philosophy, jack-hammered examination and transient alienation rupturing from tungsten-spun cyber-grunge washed with post-millennial micro-tensions.

Nadine Shah - Holiday Destination

A spine-tingling temptress controlling irrepressible tempests, Shah’s Afro-funky percussion, riff-driven bridges and phat punch-drunk brass command wary mercenaries brokering smoking-gun covenants. Rug-cutting struts shouldered by dark, smoldering vocals, “Destination,” stalks in flagrant secret-agent patience and curdling worldly self-assurance; building selective declarations into no-nonsense concerts by decorating eclectic perspectives with razor-edge shreds then exposing hard, cold logic to dangerously contagious persuasions.

Emily Haines - Choir of the Mind

Poignant disappointments holding idle recitals splendidly blend feisty crises cushioned in lush chamber-rock options and unblinking piano-driven minuets; speckled in stirring worries and ecclesiastical harmonies, Haines’  languid refrains spotlight timely reminders, reexamined regrets and metaphysical riddles. Open to mystery, the slyly blithe, “Choir,” fires vexing questions into races already run, excavating past masks to uncover memory gems inside unexplored stories.

The Clientele - Music for the Age of Miracles

Courtly discourse awash in posh, wishing-well novellas, “Miracles,” wield well-mannered analysis whose royal harpsichords, sea-side calliopes and Tudor lutes scoop gilded dream-pop sorcery into swinging, psychedelic elegance. Golden moments polished and placed in Carnaby storefronts, The Clientele’s soft-sell intel makes marvelous foggy waltzes; coy, buoyant sophistication tripping down magical rabbit-holes, surrendering pretensions and hosting heavenly energies cast in silver-screen cinematics.

Mister Heavenly - Boxing the Moonlight

Pliable and pounding, clever and confounding, “Moonlight,” delights in sizzling contradictions; mocking pop bops in blazing syncopation, headstrong ska scoops zany do wop brewing thrashing mash-ups over slithering cobra rodeos. Roaming every which way with sure-hands and clear purpose, clown princes Mister Heavenly embrace diverse mirth from madcap shakedowns built from boardwalk boogie to sinister incriminations baked in paranoid percussion.

Circuit des Yeux - Reaching for Indigo

Torn from deep-forest oracles uttering complex hexes beneath prophetic jazz-folk recollections, “Indigo,” growls in exquisite misery, casting microtonal omens with bellowing joy and evoking eclectic memories shrouded in shimmering enigmas. Boisterous voyager and sonic conqueror, Circuit des Yeux battens down and plows ahead navigating treacherous questions through hurricane refrains; sophisticated tsunamis crooning enchanting demands summoning plummeting plans with resurrected textures.

The White Buffalo - Darkest Darks, Lightest Lights

A roots-fueled, blues-infused, rowdy, raspy honky-tonk, “Dark,” kicks up dust revving heaven’s outlaw angels with slow-pitched pulp-fiction, A scrounger’s bounty tailor-made for barb-wired dive bars and midnights at the crossroads, The White Buffalo’s cornered characters expound road-weary theories with stoic heroics while red-hot guitars gallop, hounded drums rumble and sharp lyrics singe their wings on gritty riffs and fiery licks.

Gun Outfit - Out of Range

Free-range jangle wrangling electric post-rock Americana, cattle-driving Longfellows, Gun Outfit, corral back-alley allegations with ripped six-string fences hanging handcuffed shuffles over box-canyon reverb and lazy-river rhythms. Rainy-day vibes yield foggy trots whose storming contortions pour down hard while the warm and inviting, “Range,” untangles stainless-steel tumbleweed from dreamy full-moon fevers, drenching hound-dog harmonies with rambling riffs jamming beneath starry skies.

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