Slipped Discs

Malcolm Middleton and David Shrigley - Music and Words

Twisted vignettes whose surreal appeals and subtle rebuttals serve bittersweet treats within dark comical commentary; “Music,” favors sly diary recitals drawn from loony-bin lullabies and glib tales of modern horror for ominous operettas authoring grim karmic-carousel parables. Hazardous savages lie beside civilized psychopaths as Middleton and Shrigley’s minimalistic madrigals blossom into electro-pop melt-downs, lop-sided chamber-goth fantasies and zany rib-tickling fiction.

Elenowen - For the Taking

Pine-box rock softened by rose-covered lovers “Taking,” snakes through moon-kissed trysts while wagon-wheel waltzes turn into symphonic blossoms, star-crossed problems riding rhinestone ponies through jukebox parking-lots. Husband and wife honky-tonk angels, Elenowen’s hand-crafted mastery of pithy riffs, melancholy harmonies and glorious metaphors drenched in galloping gallantry from well-traveled peril, elevate each song into moving testaments, powerful tales and heartfelt truths.

Suburban Living - Suburban Living

Lavished in plastic-wrapped passions, rocketing robo-beats and space-age claustrophobia, Suburban Living’s frosted dream-pop winds neon vines through glazed veins to produce dance-away blues groomed for glamorous calamity. Gorgeous bourgeois facades present brave faces held in withering glances, gilded lilies carrying shy, romantic gestures inside shadowy scowls, wringing, “Living,” from livid to submissive through alley-cat bass, tunnel-vision synths and digitally-carved guitar.

Robin Bacior - Water Dreams

Unfathomable phantoms rush languid tangos teeming in viscous vitality, fluctuating cadence adrift in distant whispers; “Water,” restlessly mimics liquid’s shape-shifting abilities. Darting in dappled happiness and diving beneath churning turbulence, zigzagged chamber-jazz washes over soulful folk and sultry pop as singer-pianist Bacior’s well-played mermaid calls through supple cello-soaked emotions, subtly indulgent; swirling in luxurious bell-jar urges immersed in murky impermanence.

Mind Brains - Mind Brains

Zapped with a scavengers’ appetite, Mind’s grinding retro-hip collisions beam home-built futures from intergalactic travelers on pagan-sanctioned safaris. Dabbling in defrocked prog-rock complete with Greek choirs and Gregorian oracles, the ensemble’s hay-wired electronic apocalypse trips in 8-bit blips and psychedelic kinetics; sampling humanity between cryptic snippets from alien meandering, “Brain,” plants closed-circuit quirks and druid-maneuvered chaos among ribald tribal camaraderie.

Invisible Familiars - Disturbing Wildlife

Sprawling fall-out from left-brained strangers, “Disturbing,” subverts conventions with creepy sleepers caked in sinister chemistry and tangy bangers teasing art-rock stalkers; beat-heavy noir dancing to cuckoo boogaloo and low-down velvet-viper funk. Slinky tinker-toy techno-pop greased in sleazy freedoms, smirking anarchist’s glee and quick-change artist audacity, Invisible Familiar’s con-man genre tumbles and thunders with ominous comments, slippery sighs and sideshow charm.

Twin River - Should The Light Go Out

Tough-chick blitzes decked out in barb-wired noise-pop, “Light” ignites thick, lipstick tiffs strangling mega-twang angles for reverb-drenched sentiments: secret-crush brush-offs from twisted pulp-fiction vixens. Initially a folk duo, the expanded Twin River retain their vocal-centric tendencies but add gnarly guitar-slinging armies to launch an avalanche of garage-rock power-ballads skilled in swooning Watusi maneuvers, booming tambourine-stacked hand-claps and hazy, shoe-gaze squalor.

Quiet Company - Transgressor

Tender hearts and dry wit mix with rollicking pop-rock fits dipped in double-barreled alt-country sizzle; charming carny barkers Quiet Company serenade cowboy romantics with synth-synched roller-rink wisdom and scorching back-porch payback. Rousing shouts, Velcro hooks and sharp, smart anecdotes wake courageous dreamers, restless toe-tappers and gentle thieves as, “Transgressor,” prowls incessantly; alert to love’s dangers, life’s ironies and music’s power.

Breakfast in Fur - Flyaway Garden

Lined in hallowed art-rock harmonics, jazz-jam sandwiches and indie-folk tectonics, “Garden,” plants lush, buzzing hives alive with ghost-layered dream-pop baptized in coddling nautical washes and perched alongside rootless coos and precious egg-shell melodies. Effervescent alchemists, Breakfast In Fur color and cuddle, coasting on golden odes hosted by silver tongues; erecting escape-plan fantasies while manufacturing platonic blossoms and forming stormy choruses.

Bombadil - Hold On

Quixotic, melodic and occasionally toxic, Bombadil’s blithe, but biting tunes bounce between self-effacing chamber-pop apologies and elegant a cappella elegies. Squired choirboys pair level-headed blessings with cloistered joys turning everyday fables into comical cosmopolitan operettas. Framing modern problems inside baroque love-notes, “Hold,” bestows precise polite delights where swooning harmonies take flight and side-lined instruments accentuate and punctuate with mischievous hindsight.

Coutney Barnett - Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometime I Just Sit

A divine brag and slag packing blues-punk funk and chunky dockside rock into brass-tacks swagger down savage cafe catwalks, “Sometimes,” combines wickedly descriptive gifts with bitter, brittle rockabilly licks; blinding bull’s-eye rhymes smothered in powerful scowls and impoverished scoffs. Beatnik-sweetened cockney caroler Barnett teases devil-may-care savoir faire to launch clever double-barreled revelations within caustic mocking, indigent belligerence and delicious indifference.

Evans the Death - Expect Delays

Rummaging among post-punk fun, indie-rock rage and swinging English soul, young Londoners Evans the Death chain flirty dirges to bratty-savvy ballads; hiding breath-taking craft beneath crashing attacks from withering wit hidden in scuzzy buzz. Casually calculating, sparring guitars rally incorrigible organ and rampaging percussion as, “Delays,” display laid-back jangle brimming in rebellious melodies and dark-tinted binges plastered with maddening dissatisfaction.

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