Slipped Discs

Kelly Lee Owens - Inner Song

Artificial fissures waxing syncopated flashes in glowing closed-circuit percolations, “Song,” ping-pongs, dodging obvious logic while conjuring choreographed distractions; waterfall data-hauls sprinkled in cyber-annihilated limbo. Magical electro-pop fractals dazzle in fluid loops, angelic coos and soft polished cycles as icy maestro Owens sows digi-disco crystals from pensive reflections refracting radiant rainbow clusters in chill trills, slippery push-button percussion and plastic fascination.

Sad13 - Haunted Painting

Alt-pop frolics populated in muscular spunk, “Haunted,” saunters and splashes in glib upbeat whimsy and pyrotechnic production; talented imagination coated in roller-coaster verses, reinforced choruses and blissfully rickety bridges. Melting bells and whistles over pajama-party disco and day-glo indie-rock, Sad13 distills effortless sincerity into coy toybox courtships, supernatural appetites brewing loose carousel hooks, precious athletic melodies and flirty flower-power fury.

The Apartments - In and Out of the Light

Exquisite odes to heroic almosts, “Light,” casts beautiful sadness onto smoldering emotions reveling in exceptional depths and peaceful retreats; each song’s world-weary lyrics wrapped like gifts in bristling riffs and forlorn choruses. Touched and crushed, grasped and hushed, The Apartments’ restrained refrains canonize intelligent sentiment in wary despair framing spent feelings, recanted chances and ill-fated romances with bittersweet chamber-jangle poise.

Fenne Lily - BREACH

Gentle pensive memoirs gripped in insistent whispers battling frazzled attachments, “BREACH,” leaps and weeps with ballads and beats, even-keeled feelings rolling in slowly mounting counterpoint drawn from deep breathing and cutting subtext. Yoga composure swimming in thundering undertow, Fenne Lily’s figure-skating grace sparkles from bedroom reflections to coffee-shop bop, visiting nightclub rumbles stuffed with soft, dawning thoughts ready to pop.

Laura Veirs - My Echo

Perky mirthful folk-bop tongue-twists misfit feelings into posh holidays offering anecdotal motivation; “Echo,” glows with cozy brilliance bathed in rosy string quartets, sisterly choirs and homesick pedal-steel. Refocused hopes, positive resolve and sauntering confidence makes, Veirs’ lyrical clarity and subtle harmonies leap equally easily under full moons and sunny skies, bounding from maternal Laurel Canyon dinner-parties to intimate chamber-arranged love-songs.

Thaba - Eyes Rest Their Feet

South Africa comes to Brooklyn as modernized Mbaqanga slow dances in soulful romance; the shifting, uplifting polyrhythmic, “Eyes,” ties aching hearts to silenced minds with serene beats surrounded by sensual synths and passive sax. United by positive vibes and music’s universal language, Thaba consoles with flowing control, airtight flights whose graceful pacing moves like moonlit tides beneath tranquil trade winds.

KAYE - Conscious Control

Gossamer confidence embraces bold emotions as KAYE’s expressive alt-pop testaments add tempting feminist funk to delicious bewitching mysteries transforming whispering kittenish intimacy into writhing pile-driver tiger swipes craving flaming danger. Personal whirlwinds dwelling among catchy introspective epics and dazzling cinematic pageants, “Conscious,” conjures complex empowerment colored in ghostly devotion and wishful conviction, fusing lucid studio maneuvers to candid biographical transparency.

Told Slant - Point the Flashlight and Walk

Narrative parables connect and confess as the softly illuminating, “Flashlight,” weathers severed efforts with tender acceptance, modest caution and inevitable revelations celebrating life’s beautiful imperfections through plain-spoken moments centered around earnest verses, metaphorical choruses and poetic measures. Vulnerable conundrums befriending sensitive sentiments, Told Slant’s themes tease humanized philosophy into tuneful ruminations, adapting tactful, fact-driven ballads into casual mid-tempo indie-pop psychoanalysis.

Lavender Diamond - Now Is The Time

Buoyant soirees poured over chilled vibes and house-guest benevolence, the refined, “Time,” pitches rich, architecturally measured treasures, discovering hovering pleasures in melodic messages; lofty chamber-pop swansongs whose energetic chemistry swoon in velvet well-wishing and lush encouragements. Empathetic emissaries and art-parlor angels, Lavender Diamond’s soothing muses woo, cruise and fuse seasoned carefree teases, braiding bright inviting asides around deep meaningful dreams.

Kevin Godley - Muscle Memory

Philosophical offerings bristle in fluid brooding as Godley lobs probing vocals over techno-focused dystopias; slithering images and coiled semiotics snake past seething reason opposing capital-saturated media feeds and booming consumer vacuums. Cynical intimidation from venomous victims playing language games employing topical propaganda, “Muscle,” fusses in subtle cusses and immaculate beats; sly, stylistic mischief waxing over global meltdowns and psychic crises.

Easter Island - Take All the Time You Think You Need

Calm harmonies skate over languid pangs and bittersweet changes while Easter Island’s carpeted heartache shimmers in unlimited forgiveness, embattled sadness embraced by tender interventions and compliant alliances. An indie-pop safety-net stretched from gorgeous choruses to hushed touches, “Take,” creates chivalrous missions from incandescent penance, racing in triumphant percussion chasing starlit guitars sparking bell-tower power-chords among washed-ashore keyboards and second-wind finishes.   

Kinlaw - The Tipping Scale

Cavernous compassion pitched in ethereal field-trips embedded in micro-chip bliss and wind-swept sentiment, “Tipping,” slips wayward grace from turntable angels into sweeping keyboard voyages, coded mojo unfolding persistently mystical journeys by turning moody studio coos into breathless destinations. Diaphanous and dramatic, Kinlaw tiptoes through gossamer gardens anchored in radiant choreography and lifted in lavish telegraphic splashes from ravenous nanobot backing.

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