Slipped Discs

Greg Laswell - Landline

Moving cross-country and recording in an isolated church in Maine, Laswell’s soul-searching concerns blend soaring gorgeous rejoicing and candid candied choruses into complicated relations, casual kiss-offs and boldly open-hearted charges. Forthright emotional songs enhanced by co-ed cameos, muscular melodies and perceptive connections, “Landline,” redesigns romantic advances while sumptuous production camouflages terse wordplay conveying bittersweet bravado, therapeutic subterfuge and self-reliant defiance.

Greenpot Bluepot - Ascend at the Dead End

Exotic concoctions drawn from noisy orchestras of wheezing reeds, Thai beats and tinkling cymbals, “Ascend,” sends rampaging rhythms around feral spells from tarot card choirs. Twisting ethnic traditions resisting conventional wisdom, GPBP’s outlandish mannerisms stampede in haunting microtonal hypnosis, unleashing fearlessly multi-cultural boomerangs for swirling dervish curses chasing snakes and making faces from ruthless Kabuki spookiness and choreographed cyber-tribal kookiness.

Hollows - Vulture

Subverting flirty girl-group goop into razor-sharp punk-pop spunk and organ-driven rock and roll, Hollows’ tough chick grit, wound-licking love songs and cheeky bee-hive hand-jive concoct bite-sized blasts of surf-rock rumble, lipstick lambasts and pajama party harmonies. Leathery electric boardwalks flashing retro-active packages, “Vulture,” circles Tin Pan Alley pasts while carving tart B-52 grooves from Suzi Quatro quatrains and Shangri-Las facades

Orcas - Orcas

Subtle buzz and plane hangar tranquility fill drip-dry horizons under foreign shores, shuttling stoic vocals between mild reassurance and narcoleptic fogs. Aerosol squalls crawl evaporating into honeycomb overtones and worm-hole twilight zones, enveloping webs of crackling tapestries suspended in ambient somnambulance and aqueous ballets. Sparse architects designing artful accidents, Orcas’ ominous chronicles become translucent moods floating motionless under sedated gazes.

Sean Bones - Buzzards Boy

A supernatural marriage of big hooks soaked in friendly chemistry, “Buzzards,” brims with polished tropical obstacles trapping crafty afterthoughts. Upbeat outbreaks and laid-back ransacks beam beat-sweet hippie trips grooving to savvy showmanship. Rafter-crashing bedroom pop, slippery indie-rock and revved-up modern reggae contribute to the blue sky vibe hatching fissionable visions Bones knits together with daring flair and festooned savoir faire.

The Mynabirds - Generals

Armed in barbaric bass and tribal beats, bombshell mambos get dressed in contrapuntal thunder pasting neo-New Wave ruckus to girl-group goose-steps. Lo-fi pop cinched in synth-rinsed rock, “Generals,” generates thrill-ride exuberance. Guided by explosive blues-fueled momentum, The Mynabird’s brain-child Laura Burhenn crafts muscular melodic odysseys; charming armaments commanding tantrums in tantric chants micro-managing savage ballad aftermaths while channeling rallying challenges.

Echo Lake - Wild Peace

Poltergeist rock steeped in sleepy reverb, “Peace,” radiates cagey patience; icy, isometric psychedelics traced in fiery spirals.  The London duo’s nebulous efforts yield restlessly propulsive results as singer-songstress Linda Jarvis sparkles inside Thom Hill’s spelunker’s wonderland. Purring, whirling space-age stoner sonar stirs shiny calliopes into tissue-paper tempests, stitching galactic mattresses stuffed with serrated jangle, subatomic harlots and corrosive rainbow solos.

Kelly Hogan - I Like to Keep Myself in Pain

Embodying doe-eye survivors and embittered vixens, Hogan tackles Texas kickers glazed in café academics and honky-tonk philosophy rousing gospel-blues wearing cowboy boots, sneakers and high heels, “Pain,”: hosts smoky tones inside jukebox bop, Bubbly condolences hug observant mercies, funky country confessions stocked in battered kindnesses and wronged romance supply supple scenarios fueling dusky Delta voodoo, post-fiesta heartache and organ-driven R&B. 

Nouela - Chants

Marrying matter-of-fact melodramatics to arresting piano-based pop “Chants,” plants scorching torch-song scorn alongside prowling nightclub lust. Unveiling lively insights inside sophisticated sizzle, former People Eating People front-woman composes imploring stories rich in major mojo. Playing the majority of instruments as well as co-producing, Nouela’s beguiling trials bring swinging invigorating taunts born of world-wounded wisdom and drenched in flirtatious jungle stealth

The Eastern Sea - Plague

Bleeding hearts over lean, vigorous rhythms, college-authored indie-rockers TES’s post-baroque opuses breezily weave beckoning beacons; arpeggiated chords sandwiched between reverential splendor circling soaring poise drenched in soft-spoken choruses. From demure to dynamic, the Austin quartet’s urgent coercions bridge modest, methodical confidence redirecting surf-pounding countenance forged from informal retorts. Chaste, impatient, plaintive clockwork cadence, “Plague,” spreads tender blends beneath steadfast syncopation.

Eternal Summers - Correct Behavior

Bratty New Wave smatterings crackling in glazed paraphrases and filed under existential bile, “Correct,” erects a shiny grimy testament to splashy nineties-styled bombast. Restless, festive midnight DJs wriggle around dream-pop gossip and counter-culture kiss-offs, Virginia trio’s feigned narcotic disdain ramps up cultivated anarchy; FM tendencies wrapped in temptress reveries lovingly rehashing neon-lit night-trips inside ricochet-rattled heavens tuned to party-going pilgrims.

Cosmo Jarvis - Think Bigger

Coy sleep-on-the-floor troubadour and tongue-wagging scalawag versed in barn-stormin’ boogie, cottage-pop nods and cheeky hayseed romps, Jarvis carves rustic punk busking into swinging, string-assisted folk-rock. Stacking bodacious stomps and impish twisters beside sly irony and giddy wit, the imminently amiable, “Bigger,” configures cap-sized happiness through wide kaleidoscope eyes, placing hammock banjos and child-recital ocarinas among woozy strings and blistering guitars.

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