Slipped Discs

Kid Wave - Wonderlust

Cruise-missile blizzards chisel tousled dream-pop insomnia, Kid Wave’s thick, but sensitive intensity craft sleek chassis onto whip-smart go-carts, the London-based, internationally-casted quartet’s sassy rallies balance competence beside confidence for swift deliverance of fragile goods. Sleepy pleads fend off narcotic pillow-talk, lowering, “Wonderlust,” under solidly modern sonics; slinky commitments sprinkled in nightclub glitter applied by poker-faced mavens played with blissful indifference.

Girlpool - Before the World was Big

Emancipated play-dates roller-skate through wide-eyed diary-riding glad-tidings trailing unbridled cartwheel zeal alongside noble hand-holding bromides; “Big,” serves generous road-trip-brokered folk-punk homilies transformed into hopeful jump-rope waltzes. Vetting winsome observations trimmed in fly-by-night insights, sharp eyes pry hop-scotch thoughts from frank complaints while guitar, bass and intertwined vocal harmonies power Girlpool’s drum-less dynamics in cheery jubilation, grinning synergy and open empathy.

The Cairo Gang - Goes Missing

Gritty mid-sixties vigor featuring sweeping Merseybeat pleadings, chilly Piccadilly stomps and swinging Byrdsian jangle, “Missing,” positions Mod postures beneath refined dockside chiming. Cursed with earnest nightclub blues cloaked in triumphantly strummed presumption, beguiling stylist Emmet Kelly twists memories’ edgier pleasures into shimmering hymns trimmed in sin. Catch TCG opening for madman Mikal Cronin September 11th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.

Nicholas Altobelli - Searching Through That Minor Key

A casual songwriting perfectionist and level-headed folk-pop pessimist dressed in dogged thoughts and pleasant sentiment, Altobelli’s bitter-pill tranquility flows in quaint restraint and sneaky sweetness to comfort and caution unsuspecting hearts and clueless intruders. A storybook look into social upholstery and life’s interior designs, “Minor,” finds kindness in calamities; smooth grooves perusing choppy waters offering courteous service from humble heroes.

Camera Shy - Camera Shy

Gossamer lobbyists for wind-tossed pop dive into chiffon-topped topics; bubbling hipster symphonics lined in yawning longing and dizzy sizzle, “Camera Shy,” supplies soft-focused hopes in ringing six-string flings, evoking sublime summertime shin-digs through coy cabana ballads. A Whirr-Nothing offshoot, the California duo cruises in slow-motion love-potions and star-struck glee, full-moon swoons producing cozy beachcomber poems papered in crisp echo-laden twee.

On An On - And The Wave Has Two Sides

Plush head-rush luxury from Minneapolis’ post-modern dance-rockers bathe graceful ravers in persuasive New Wave whose glittery synths, bright guitars and clipped rhythms crackle in hook-happy passion. A fleeting weekend panacea festering in restless affections and teeming in steam-cleaned daydreams, “Wave,” craves physical liberation from emotional prisons, bursting in neon effervescence from micro-processed caresses doling out cool rebukes inside romantic spandex.

The Mynabirds - Lovers Know

Fur-lined dirges flirting in kinky winks and penthouse purrs, “Know,” prowls in passive cabaret, teasing powder-puff lust with emphatic alt-pop magic. Bewitching conflicts twisted into edgy sedatives, The Mynabirds’ well-planned glam plays gothic-sponsored synths like thinking Vegas sphinxes. Poised in coy theatrics, band-leader Laura Burhenn dazzles with deep thoughts frosted onto layered cakes baked in puzzling romance and haunted desires.

Ultimate Painting - Green Lanes

Knicking quick-witted riffs, low-key jangle and riverside harmonies, Ultimate Painting modifies disembodied rail-yard blues skewed with baroque-folk psychedelia to rock an intricate yet relaxed catchiness infused in grassroots grooviness. Cantilevered clock-work fashioning hepcat moves inside guitar-tangled minuets, “Green,” courts contorted pastorals in deliberately nimble trips, injecting sophisticated misdirection into straight-edged pledges; back-stage jams revamped through subtle hustle rustling consolable doldrums.

Teen Daze - Morning World

Polished frolics caught inside sugar-coated soul, the lush, transcendent Teen Daze push pristine power-pop into warm fades, tender blends and sleepy dissolves; nature-based havens launch rippled space-age heartbreak guided by love-struck harmonies while pool-side choirboys perch beneath shiny torch-song flourishes. The sterling, “World,” glides in quietly positive confidence experimenting with blissful string quartets, understated tape manipulations and light-headed bedroom confession.

Tamaryn - Cranekiss

Soaked and stoked by cybernetic ghosts, the Lilith-dipped, “Cranekiss,” whips industrial colors from tampered dance-rock fantasies for thick tantric trances planted within weightless basements; submerged urges swimming in swampy pomp. Carving lavish cavernous sounds, Tamaryn’s massive schematics attract multi-tasking catastrophes for monstrous concerts featuring shimmering quicksand romps where air-brushed songs ping-pong among parallel carousels squashing cosmic operas under mammoth canopies.

Darwin Deez - Double Down

Spring-loaded goading from swinging opinions vetted in unfettered perceptions, Deez’s crisp wit flickers in shrewd hip-swiveling dissidence as cool dime-store Romeos unleash shark-like malarkey from slick tricked-out pop. Upbeat table-turning journaling backed by boss froth and chic cheek, “Double,” tumbles in snazzy songs strong on ironic homilies and catchy metaphors, slyly prying into lively reprisals while shyly driving court-jester life-lessons.

Telekinesis - Ad Infinitum

Lofty cottony alt-pop compositions executed in beautiful synth-driven arabesques drizzled over brittle nimble bounce, “Infinitum,” tucks supple couplets inside free-spirited travelogues, turbo-charged sing-alongs,and sad-eyed monologues. Soul-baring, pre-sequenced secrets line Telekinesis’ cyber-syncopated daze relaying pulsating cravings to carpet heart-throb sobbing in grand, amorous fantasies while poignant romantic misfortunes float over circular percolations plying earnest truths in buoyant New Wave grooves.

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