Slipped Discs

Eternal Summers - Every Day It Feels Like I’m Dying…

Bobbing between ballistic and blissful, Eternal Summers keep chrome motors revved against gleaming daydreams with assorted pedal-board novelties groomed for maximum impact. Composed in agile casualness, breezy releases compete with shiny tsunami armies as kaleidoscopic toppers plot leisure teases and cutting comeuppance destroys in coy loyalties, turning, “Dying,” into thriving, conspiring alt-pop righteousness whose shape-shifting riffs grip, lift and sparkle.

Middle Kids - Lost Friends

Powerchord-forged frustrations linking daily struggles to indignant wisdom, “Lost,” embosses tightly-knitted convictions from tender memories, backing full-throttled choruses with smart, discarded doubts and well-constructed pluck. Old flames claim new alliances as determined mod-rockers Middle Kids mount slippery thoughts to brave refrains soaking in hopeful atonement where humble assumptions swing and jump into soul-baring show-downs, landing indisputable truths onto grinding grooves.

The Sea and Cake - Any Day

Polished solace follows spacious placement when chilled jangle meets contagious persuasions inside Sea and Cake’s frictionless missions; aloof, bullet-proof teenage symphonies drizzled in gentle, penetrating empathy, deflected affections and heavy-lidded suggestions. Zen jazz-pop send-offs sponsoring rich, white-water rapid tapestries driven home in honed beats, “Day,” sways in rootless musings toasted in glowing harmonic osmosis and molded in mellow, cellophane mind-games.

Iceage - Beyondless

Writhing, chopping-block raw wrath unravels in beautiful dilapidated rage. Beaten but undefeated, sloshed in edgy poet-apothecary’s barbaric hypotheses, “Beyondless,” slings strong webs around vigorous collisions. Brandishing brass and bombast to smash molten impotency into brazen punk-crunched burlesque, Denmark’s Iceage’s staged rampages crash overloaded locomotive polemics into full-moon roadhouse blues, carving starving hearts from double-crossed chaos, doomsday revelry and stubborn bluster.

Sleepy Zuhoski - Better Haze

Lonesome hobo folk-pop dressed in platonic wanderlust, “Haze,” shape-shifts between dark, bewitching invitations and get-along songs rustling catchy chameleon appetites hungry for bendable intentions. Crafted narratives navigating haphazard happiness, Zuhoski waxes and wonders in carousel melodies voicing hypnotic thoughts following far-flung orbits; woozy acoustics perusing loose upbeat truths while road-tested electrics send tender regards from sparkling guitars and serpentine keyboards.

Jim James - Uniform Distortion

Earthy, spirited rock unrolls in raw six-string howls and scruffy, fuzz-plucked hallelujahs as a reinvigorated James wrangles dreamy behemoths in bemused grooves and family jams. Blown-fuse crunch munching on double-dipped echo, bull-rushed percussion and swampy bass, “Uniform,” joyfully storms in well-informed blues-soul bliss with optimistic visions anchored in level-headed enlightenment, a bangin’ banquet flanked by grateful anguish and militant commitment.

Valley Queen - Supergiant

Heart-pounding West-coast rock powered by smoldering Valkyrie vocals fusing cruising blues to jumping country, “Supergiant,” soars over placid spotlight ballads swimming in deep sleepy jangle, pairing curve-hugging percussion to soul-baring melodies while riding spiraling six-string flings. Steamy truths weave Valley Queen’s brave embraces, searching concerns and pending questions into curried fury and tactical passion, distilling shadow-filled thrills from incandescent wills.

Collections of Colonies of Bees - Hawaii

Sophisticated noise-voyagers COCOB sail post-rock yachts past power-chord crashes, bouncing tweaked art-pop frequencies against roaming digital metronomes building shimmering waves of graceful relations. An ephemeral paradise shining with new-born glee and well-established ease, “Hawaii,” welcomes distinct strategic kinks into smooth musical executions, micro-massaging bright ideas into radiant harmonic sunshine. The Milwaukee ensemble plays Washington Park Summer Concert Series August 8th.

White Denim - Performance

Elastic glam-rock boogie percolates in prog-pop pyrotechnics dancing alongside White Denim’s fly jive zapped in sunshine street soul; funked-up dawn patrols cultivating evasive tastes for radio-friendly minder-benders, flammable jams and rush-hour hustles. Six-string hairpin flings propel, “Performance,” from greasy psychedelic teases soliciting slick lizard-king kicks to wicked interstate check-mates whose traveling strategy covers coast-to-coast mojo, top-down getaways and fuel-injected cool. 

Bad Bad Hats - Lightning Round

Buoyant, nuanced pop-rock hop-scotch intoxicates in swinging riffs and sugar-coated wit capturing Bad Bad Hats’ tender demonstrations with lively head-bobbing promises hiding inside timid hip-swiveling invitations. Luscious percussive production infiltrates air-tight tunes with compact flash and casual sass as, “Lightning,” strikes a friendly blend of truth and groove for a cozy emotional bouillabaisse embracing brains and bop, mystery and intimacy.

The Beths - The Future Me Hates Me

Take-charge harmonies wrapped in sunny spunk unravel contentious sentiments with happy gallops and unflinching sprints providing the energetic, “Future,” with smart cathartic larks celebrating impractical attractions and infectious affections. Wry, wise-guy rockers with brisk, feminist twists ringing in pithy what-ifs and provoked who-knows, The Beths’ unleashed glee and bad-apple cheek release swift blissful blizzards conquering well-timed irony with jaunty honesty.

Alexander Orange Drink - Babel On

Candy-coated anarchy meets barking-mad commando-rock to stitch together sharp, topical observations beneath gleeful truth-seeking tunes; Orange Drink’s sly subversive verses dance alongside wonky New Wave keyboards, militant guitar bravado and driving, feet-friendly beats. Nervous mirthful absurdity lurks behind home-grown wind-up circuses while, “Babel,” sorts and cavorts through modern chaos, finding dystopian delights in manic candor, profound clowning and exploratory paranoia.

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