Slipped Discs

Kevin Ayers - Unfairground

Elegant, austere and almost perversely old-fashioned, Britain’s Soft Machine co-founder foster a fondness for jaunty cabarets lined with innocence and wisdom. Ayers’ unwavering vocals boldly unfolds among strings, horns and an elastic sense of psychedelia. Woozy and mellow, jet-setting and stylish, the star-studded Underground covers hip in every civilized shade from tangos to honky-tonk.

Kooks - Konk

Sad-eyed scoundrels rattling off breezy, rhythmic panache, The Kooks return with charming razzle-dazzle tailored to slippery romance, urbane insolence and rollicking guitar shuffles. Lolly-gagging in upbeat beatnik cheekiness, Konk coolly crunches British consciousness into three minutes jabs strummed to a keen ear and sharp eye. Likeably petulant, The Kooks play Milwaukee’s Turner Hall June 1st.

Los Campesinos! - Hold on Now, Youngster

Youthful exuberance propels a head rush of sneaky cacophony, revved-up ridicule and snappy, hip-swinging bravado as Canada’s Los Campesinos produce tub-thumping beats and ambulance-chasing playfulness. Syncopated shout-outs and tongue-twisting lyrics produce frenzied fits of pep rally rock as, “Youngsters,” bleat and shriek for an energetic free-for-all. LC plays two nights at Chicago’s Empty Bottle starting May 26th.

South - You Are Here

Bristling British brass, foreboding atmosphere, decisive drums and shimmering harmonies, “You,” boldly positions itself between love, life and logic, quietly announcing no clear winner. In South’s articulate and nuanced chamber pop, graceful melodies and boyish bravado simmer in jangle-y electricity, leaving smart first impressions and lingering after-thoughts as dreamy illuminations sail among military shadows.

Charlatans - You Cross My Path

Loaded with juiced dance grooves, hyperbolic bass and crashing grandeur, “Cross,” elevates earthly relationships to Valkyrie dimensions forging legendary status in classic rock fashion. Courtly rock that takes no prisoners, the Charlatan’s unsubmissive mission snarls with glam, gung-ho struts and game, come-hither glories, triumphantly butting heads against soul-drenched working-class and kick-ass new wave.

My Brightest Diamond - A Thousand Shark’s Teeth

Wrapped in lush, celestial robes, MBD’s latest shattering palate of sweet and sour, worldly and unearthly erupts with volcanic lust and soars into nesting banshees. Sumptuous eloquence enshrined in fluid cat-like stealth, “Teeth,” cuts through the clouds with swift, invigorating rhythms and bold, seething leaps writhing in splendid seizures.

Jealous Girlfriends - The Jealous Girlfriends

Cool, new, competent and confident, TJG’s chic machine of impertinence and impermanence produces a marvelous meringue of hardened hearts and sad satisfactions. Packed among post-modern hooks and slick, calculated riffs, TJF’s hollowed choirs and demonic drizzle wallow in surreal ennui as shoe-gazing lullabies meet shimmering alt-rock and cocktail party taunts.

Black Ghosts - The Black Ghosts

Slick, affluent pop dances over oozing grooves. Dreamy cyber-soul slithers as slamming synths and edgy beats collide in intriguing electro-chic fandangos.  Alert to danger and excited by possibilities, TBG’s wicked thinking and love-drowned new-wave struts its mechana-goth glamour in boldly curious moves, sleuthing in powder puff glitter and pounding blue funk.

James - Hey Ma

Climatic layers of liberating anthem-prayers skulk and rise like cathedral steeples as James’ cosmic purging flood fights dark, rising tides, Hook-filled pop-rock sincerity calmly and cautiously pours outspoken outrage over heroic insights, unmasking frustrations to cast out injustices. “Ma,” tackles hot topics with point-blank lyrics and rousing positivity. James plays Milwaukee’s Turner Hall Sept 26th.

Walkmen - You & Me

Shifting through hazy memories, The Men’s crooning biographies wade within life-long habits and haunting afterthoughts, behind barbed guitars metamorphosis’s into breezy steel drums. The tangle of jangle stir tiny tempests out of whittled punk’s brittle ballads as, “You & Me,” fades into consciousness. The Walkmen, join Okkervil River at Madison’s Annex September 14th

Fujiya & Miyagi - Lightbulbs

Switched-on digi-rock swings in glistening grooves and super-agent cool. Quietly enunciating hip, intimate jungle come-ons, “Lightbulbs,” turns machine-tooled algorithms ultra-sexy. Lip-licking lyrics cling to galvanized shotgun funk, cross-wiring prog-Afro punk to cybertronic pop. Bristling precision sneaks, creeps and floats - ticking like a time-bomb, seducing futures through dance-floor politics and patented syncopation.

Peachcake - What Year Will You Have the World?

Nostalgic, encyclopedic, underground and ironic,”Rule,” compiles pre-fab pageants from socio-cultural colloquialisms and old-school computer doodles. Whip-smart cybernetic pep ride sine waves texting paisley-flavored polemics, knob-twisting fixes input smirking circuitry, robotic loops program mood-altering samples tripped, wrung and processed. Peachcake’s madcap android bonfire blinks, re-thinks and stutter-boogies to algorithmic bliss.

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