Slipped Discs

KAYE - Conscious Control

Gossamer confidence embraces bold emotions as KAYE’s expressive alt-pop testaments add tempting feminist funk to delicious bewitching mysteries transforming whispering kittenish intimacy into writhing pile-driver tiger swipes craving flaming danger. Personal whirlwinds dwelling among catchy introspective epics and dazzling cinematic pageants, “Conscious,” conjures complex empowerment colored in ghostly devotion and wishful conviction, fusing lucid studio maneuvers to candid biographical transparency.

Emily Edrosa - Another Wave Is Coming

Savage caveats from a savvy maverick armed in snaggle-tooth guitars, thumping drums and anchored bass; Edrosa articulates spitfire wit dipped in garage-rock assaults, rallying rattled comebacks and chasing self-incriminating impatience basted in contagious folk-punk jangle. Assisted by friends from Emily’s native New Zealand and her current L.A. residence, “Wave,” braves discouraging insecurity with refreshing perspective, astute exuberance and combative sass.

Tamar Aphek - All Bets Are Off

Phantom six-string jams spread over smoky vocals, skulking drums and basement bass, psychedelic shredder Aphek’s reckless segues, prowling growls and twisted minimalism roam over gloriously torrid territory. Fluid, late-night maneuvers chased by shadowy, blues-rooted grooves, “Bets,” lets eerie delirium guide bewitching jazz-rock instincts through gloomy beauty into slick liberation, lantern-lit pantomimes flickering in spitfire grit and chiseled in flinty riffs.

Pom Poko - Cheater

Swinging time signature wig-outs couched in crushed fuzz, “Cheater,” breeches and screeches crunching rambunctious punk and tumble-pop assaults into exuberant alt-rock chop-suey served with anointed cartoon counterpoint. Guitar-wielding Norwegian teasers and spunky bounce-house funkateers, Pom Poko conspire in wiry time-bombs; elastic tomboy bombast paving crazy paisley mayhem with brittle playground pick-ups sprinkled in slick ricochets, hurricane mania and wicked hiccups.

Sunburned Hand of the Man - Pick A Day To Die

Wildly primal molten commotion meets marauder’s caution and hell-bound humor as, “Pick,” risks exploding myths, unraveling free-rock ragers alongside edible meditations; self-guided tours through cosmic-blues stews, deep-fried Krautrock and chilled twang. Sinister and surreal with dangerous impatience raising rootless moods, Jekyll and Hyde musical pirates SHOTM’s fiendish schizophrenia hides scintillating divinity inside flexing psychedelics reflecting insurgent births and alternative odysseys.

Hadda Be - Another Life

Youthful jubilant indie-pop grooves bash past vibrant hindsight collapsing into catchy bombast, “Life,” emerges fully formed in calculated fury; mercurial guitars lurching in carousing power chords join rejoicing voices to pummeling drums and spirited bass. Thoughtful ballads appear among sweaty melodies while Hadda Be buzzes in pungent fuzz and forthright might, shading blazing raves in devious immediacy and proactive compassion.

Hooveriii - Water for the Frogs

Crispy riffs rip through lofty cacophony and sinister precision as, “Water,” solders methodical prog chops to cutting bluster, cauterizing wild tribal Krautrock into therapeutic confusion oozing sensory frenzy. Diabolical cabals jamming with supernatural stamina, Hooveriii’s brazen psychedelic waves crash over crunched stunts with punchy lunges, converging dervishes colliding in writhing outbursts with jazzy backing from nimble rhythms and incandescent presence.

Lipstick Jodi - More Like Me

Edgy exclamations coiled around feisty enticements, “More,” explores estranged entanglements lit in electric gloss; neon pondering traversing a busy city’s abyss trapping homesick labyrinths. Encrypted in tweaked keyboards and guitars, bottomless New Wave bass and gated shotgun drums, Lipstick Jodi decode slick midnight promises, charging carte blanche parties with hard-wired abandon from teasing sequences, unsettling presets and keen synth-pop sheen.

Liz Phair - Soberish

Anecdotal trophies squeezed between maternal concerns, admirable swagger and discerning verse, Phair pairs feminist presence sauntering with taunting confidence and true-life adventures centered around lyrical rear-view mirrors and candid indie-rock stamina. Incisive, descriptive, defiant and perceptive, “Soberish,” has nothing to prove and something to say, extolling and unfolding redemptive date-night diplomacy spiced with sizzling invitations, enticing advice and cautionary honesty.

Bobby Gillespie and Jehnny Beth - Utopian Ashes

Passive rock theatrics roasted in seething soul and rinsed in restlessly desperate gestures, Primal Scream’s Bobby Gillespie and Savages’ Jehnny Beth concoct fawning belladonna ballads spiked in devious intrigues and trimmed in heartbreak hymns. Brave, estranged confessions, “Ashes,” rehash past romantic obsessions with moving tributes; patient condemnation mingled in shimmering regret building into anthemic contempt, bittersweet relief and cavalier weariness.

We Were Promised Jetpacks - Enjoy The View

Heart-wrenching Zen bending grand rock melancholy into life-affirming whirlwinds, “View,” holds tenderness inside a tempest; subsiding, colliding and confiding in plaintive refrains hanging onto dear life among tremolo-soaked guitars and sine-wave synths. Flushed in muscular bluster and raging in heavenly embraces, WWPJ’s intimate vigilance rushes from apologetic to hyper-kinetic, rescued crooners swinging hard with out-stretched hand anthems underwriting clenched-fist grooves.

Future Crib - Full Time Smile

Mellow pedestrian contentment informs the mega-pleasant, “Smile,” with miles accrued through lo-fi drive leaping into groovy boogaloo and folk-pop lobs sweetened in home-grown innovation. Cordial primordial congeniality, Future Crib ride gnarly waves and crash on welcome shores, fireside vocals whispering into the dark and howling at the moon commune in wry tunes where affable majesty shifts from benevolent to eccentric.

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