Slipped Discs

Sam Beam and Jesca Hoop - Love Letter for Fire

Post-modern Americana weaving dreamy roots music around cantering beats, rustic shuffles and jaunty pop acoustics, Beam and Hoop’s sharp, sophisticated songs integrate rich frisky duets casually serving tender poetic truths ladled from unvarnished hearts. A vivid revision of simple traditions devoted to poised metaphors, musical intuitions and blossoming literary imaginations, “Fire,” flows in sweet country soul and wise urban folk.

Sharks in the Deep End - Killin Machine

Flushed in lusty muscle, prowling scowls and unrequited insights “Machine,” teams howling prowess to cheeky pleads with champagne luster and leather-stitched wickedness. Hedging edgy alt-rock cockiness against roving pleasure-domes tinted in shiny club-house angst, the snappy, savvy SITD’s relentless pretense hatches feisty bites buoyed by black-ops bop, flirty bursts cursed in broad-stroked boasts and impressive confessions packed with unbendable obsessions.

Ben Watt - Fever Dream

Meditative jazz-folk sparking cathartic bargains through lyrical hindsight smoldering in glowing rhetoric, Watts’ ruminating gait and understated majesty fosters placid magic casting subtle mercy alongside quiet grace and fond bygones. Bottomless thoughts voiced in soft-spoken emotions, the mahogany melancholy beneath, “Fever,” feeds nameless longing through slow-boiled solos riding gentle reverence for life’s inventories, sorting redemptive memories into semi-fictional rescue missions. 

Cate LeBon - Crab Day

Rube Goldberg Krautrock washed in quirky punch-drunk waltzes and swimming in bristling Escher-like connections, “Crab,” scuttles unfiltered, off-kilter pop wringing giddy riddles from cryptic figments stuttering kinder-goth subplots. Tinkering in slinky kismet while staging sly cock-eyed comedies, LeBon’s Welsh elf gifts brisk asymmetrical riffs to stiff prickly rhythms while gleeful secrets pirouette around deliberately splintered binges scooped from untamed left-brains.

Woods - City Sun Eater in the River of Light

Hippie-dipped alt-pop constructed from snakey paisley voodoo, WOODS’ swinging indie-rock releases mountain stream micro-jams tapping into an upbeat bohemia scampering in soulful falsetto and Bakersfield twang. Brass injections punctuating jangle-infused ska, “Eater,” seeks Cheshire cat cat-naps through skulking psychedelic-boogie, capturing secret-agent daydreams in sunshine-primed get-togethers. The blissful quintet play Madison’s High Noon Saloon with baroque-folk retro-rockers Ultimate Painting April 25th

Fruit Bats - Absolute Loser

Wry insights tucked inside casual attitudes, “Absolute,” captures classic cinematic waxing where starry-eyed melodies sail faithfully around troubadour-infused chamber-folk. Turning alt-country assumptions into candied Americana whose kind primal comforts warm and restore in strummed guitars and sweeping strings, FB’s Eric Johnson tussles with probing roving shuffles and sophisticated serenades, proving equally adept at meandering panhandler ballads and cultivated indie-pop homilies.

Anna Vogelzang - Hiker

Warm, inviting art-folk supported by spry lively backing, “Hiker,” purrs and pirouettes in sweet lyrical gumdrops; tuneful, mouth-watering novellas brimming in bounce, bop and cheek. Balancing craft and inspiration, Vogelzang’s playful language betrays mysterious maturity with self-reflective similes nestled in timeless mindfulness as pleasantly hesitant preferences navigate woozy afternoon cruises drifting in sun-splashed jazz from studio-savvy tag-teams skimming grinning country-lounge.

Rae Fitzgerald - Popular Songs for Wholesome Families

Sequestered with questions and plagued by doubts, patient, sanctioned tales drift in cozy proposals and humane refrains while, “Wholesome,” promotes hopeful moments in hand-holding folk and frail, sophisticated soul. Confronting uncomfortable feelings with bare-boned poems gathered from tarnished karma, Fitzgerald builds strong confident pleads for intimate release, achieving subdued resolution after fever-breaking heartache cautiously launches tantalizing analysis over waltzing indie-pop.

Whitney - Light Upon the Lake

Laid-back hep-cats laying aggressive dexterity over shiny rhinestone harmonies, Whitney’s gleaming creamy bayou-country joys buoy polished swamp-water tonics in frisky riffs, sure-handed swing and breezy demeanor. Touched in crisp brass and strung in gurgling guitars, “Lake,” placates with luxurious purrs immersed in kind reminders and hummable comforts; a well-planned adventure whose bright whistle-stop philosophy draws primrose paths down hobo holidays.

Oh Pep! - Stadium Cake

Upending convention in friendly misdirection, “Stadium,” stages cagey parlor-pop in lofty flash-mob sophistry, scrubbing subtle rebuttals and compassionate acts into smart, propulsive melodies. The smooth Australian duo’s catchy macro-ballads pledge tender confections to cosmopolitan confessions. Prying sly prizes from unsuspecting connections, Oh Pep’s dazzling cabaret highlights life’s small victories, personal triumphs and common failings in giddy rhythms and perky proclamations.

Still Parade - Concrete Vision

A velvet-vampire’s feast complete with bleeding hearts, eternal yearning and immortal fortitude, Still Parade’s thick analogue fog flogs narcoleptic flutter from chillwave cavalcades, cooing fool’s bargains for high-stakes infatuations ransacking lush love-songs coated in Vaseline dreams. Blushing behind troubled crushes, “Vision,” swoons in soft synthesized wonder; plush upbeat chords absorbing delicious somnambulist’s road-trips with refined pining from scheming choirboy daydreams.

Roisin Murphy - Take Her Up to Monto

A sultry strategist, eclectic art-pop architect and scene-stealing chameleon, the idiosyncratic Murphy relishes subverting precious messages inside sweeping suites; a fluid studio guru arming smarmy sambas, callous ballads and glamorous exams with happy little daggers and double-sided wit. A suave, calculating alchemy splashed in masterful sass and stunning cunning, “Monto,” delivers a soft, provocative hodgepodge that pleases, seizes and teases.

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