Slipped Discs

Whiskerman - Nomad

Zapped in looking-glass flash, “Nomad,” wanders wantonly with peyote-folk panache searching among turbulent skyrocket births cleansed in reckless treks for posh cosmic jaunts where woozy strings wring galactic grit from drowsy gospel-rock riffs. Rootless suitors pursuing human connections, Whiskerman’s stately faith in vagabond escapes pits triple-dipped paisley against country-fried revivals to fuel bluesy spirals sweeping symphonic cascades over cathartic harmonics.

Samson the Truest - Come Back Shane

Crooning over subdued grooves making steady headway to imaginary sanctuaries, Brooklyn songwriter Samson’s easy-going charm gently rocks fireside insights into masterfully compassionate parables, melodic solace warms character-actor narratives into slow-burning parades glazed with persuasive side-winder kindness staging hopeful folk overtures alongside uncertain soul-searching curtain-calls. Sleepy alley-cat ballads, casually balanced, low-key and inquisitive, “Shane,” frames humble bedroom ballet inside poignant orchestration.

City and Colour - If I Should Go Before You

Bold, blue-eyed falsettos perched between deep-seated power-chord missions and smitten pop-rock exhibitions, “If,” prowls, prods and paces in earnest second-chance anthems, red-blooded love-letter confessions and sly shadow-dancing advances. Embraceable fates reflecting on heavenly redemption through riverboat blues packed with rousing thunderclap backing, CAC’s insistent vindication runs on hopped-up optimism and crackling salvation to drive past high-jacked passions into tender surrender.

Slow Hands - I’ll Find Me

Playful studio guru and crafty master-dabbler, Slow Hands’ breezy sound-sculpted sequences paint swirling modern-pop murals depicting beat-driven whimsy in seductive productions; midnight flights igniting robo-guided sambas strutting through Spanish Harlem in buff, air-brushed percussion while lasered techno-funky soothsayers step out into hep discothèques. A slick, wicked playground, “Me,” lounges around silky fan-dancer cabanas, lurching animated circuses and celluloid funhouse pool-parties.

The Most Serene Republic - Mediac

Fissionable fictions written by curious observers scribbling Monday-morning epiphanies on cosmopolitan roadmaps, TMSR’s classy musical passages host bright concise cross-examinations mounted on enterprising melodies. Groomed illumination overflows in rosy, double-edged prose working casual magic with terse outbursts residing inside tireless desires as the esoteric collective’s action-packed, “Mediac,” ransacks sentimental conventions with charmed aplomb, manufacturing rallying ballads over sharp, driven rhythms.

The Eastern Sea - The WItness

Charging headlong into brave songs sheathed in armored calm and cavalier confidence, TES’ actively placid tactics release well-honed prog-pop chops dancing around waltzing novelist’s thoughts where cross-purposes surface in savvy brass, fleeting beats and sophisticated wordplay. Tender, nuanced movements cushion, “Witness,” in majestic suggestions from level-headed devils; hopeful toasts promoting compassionate facts draped in dramatic mathematics and dazzling jazz-rock acrobatics.

Lanterns on the Lake - Beings

Swelling, compelling melancholy turns turbulent uncertainties into stormy scorn from vanquished angels. From subtle symphonics to labyrinth electronics, prowling guitars and gothic violins, “Beings,” seethes and seizes, casting curdling urges upon washed-out shores of wind-stripped islands. Lofty offerings from estranged maidens, bewitching dream-rockers LOTL flock around phantom camps flaunting haunted providence with searing atmospherics battling spacious impatience with ghostly commotion.

Sky-Pony - Beautiful Monster

Equally adept at electric threats as unfettered regrets, Broadway-trained musicians Sky-Pony telegraph walloping dollops of invigorating pop-rock gossamer as grand-standing damsels gripped in ripping wit stage narrative marriages ablaze in contagious three-part harmonies. Launching lightning-cooked ironies inside attractive flash-mob sophistry, sinister princesses administer pragmatic melodramatics while, “Beautiful,” pursues divalicious role-playing through irresistibly twisted tales relayed in lusty, fussy well-rehearsed urgency.

Sally Sparrow & the Old 41 - Never Far From My Mind

Bittersweet folktronic-pop carving hard facts from sand-shifting sympathies, “Mind,” unwinds in synth-driven inquiries divvied between good-natured bounce rattling complacent agents and steadfast crackle whose welcoming glow exposes deep-seated suspicions beneath soulful devotions. Cushioned in compact choruses and studio ingenuity, inventive Dropbox collaborators SS41’s tentative elegance fences leathery rock to cotton-candy daydreams, adding booming salutes and layered surveys to pensive introspection.

Starlight Girls - Fantasm

Strong-armed sass splashed in passionate pop-rock, “Fantasm.” stalks shell-shocked old-school cool for a retro-riveting peepshow hanging baited beats on meaty hooks in roasted licks from suave harlots. Coyly toying with stylish guile, the intoxicating, Starlight Girls go solid-gold aerobics on stealth-bomber romps selling sly jive to tube-way clubbers clutching runaway cravings for go-go booted doo-wop and tasered New Wave funk.

Aoife O'Donovan - In The Magic Hour

Smart and languid, rich and fluid, O’Donovan captains swift literate dissertations navigating renegade chamber-folk arrangements with supple couplets mustering robust poetry. Pithy descriptions slipped in winsome acoustic rhythms and heartbeat-sweetened bop, “Magic,” bundles sharp departures within swirling mermaid currents, wrapping eagle-eye observations around resonant musical tributaries rooted in honest feeling. Aoife returns to Wisconsin March 31st playing Stoughton Opera House.

The High Llamas - Here Come The Rattling Trees

Sleepy bossa nova teases tweaked in breezy rose-colored twee, “Trees,” plants lounge-bound jazz under intimate fictions harvesting fizzy individual vignettes afloat in arpeggiated patience from mellow bedfellows. Caressed in pleasant sentiments washed in soft somnambulist magnificence, pedigreed harmonies squeeze quaint counterpoint into subtle unhurried melodies as THL’s sedate landscapes welcome warm organs, sunny marimbas, titillating harpsichord and shy nylon-string guitar.

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