Slipped Discs

Magnetic Fields - Distortion

Fuzzed-out and corrosive, MF’s alt-pop honky tonk bangs up against a rusted wall of sound. Misogyny, zombies and mistletoe figure in the swamp of serrated guitars and overloaded amps as lonely robots and goth girl groups play droll love songs and tales of romantic woe. Encased in metallic caverns, Distortion seduces with moody splendor.

Kills - Midnight Boom

Inspired by a documentary on playground clapping-songs, The Kills’ dirty up childhood rhymes for some catchy, cocky rock and roll. Maniacal, industrial-strength bump and grinds rock nocturnal yearnings into a sexy, slaughter-house burlesque driving, “Boom,” with an explosive mix of throbbing hooks, salivating metaphors and steamy teases. The Kills headline Madison’s Annex May 10th.

Clinic - Do It!

Snaggle-tooth serenades whine around an eerie, swirling psycho-circus, pounding and pirouetting as acid-tinged punks mumble bittersweet mantras over woozy, shard-spitting solos. Hell-bound lounge music dissected, reassembled, roughed-up and fuzzed-out, “Do It,” does it without alienating or disappointing. Intriguingly seedy and giddily ramshackle, Clinic takes you down dark paths - letting loose, but never letting go.

Futureheads - This Is Not The World

Hammering home a fun-loving fondness for neo-future pop, Britain’s Futureheads parlay punch-drunk thunder into rigorous riffs, breakneck back-up and jacked-up jitters. “World,” flashes, pounds and twists, lifting New Wave formulas into dance- floor pandemonium – an uncaged roller-coaster of quips, flips and cut to the chase efficiency delivering the goods every time.

Jealous Girlfriends - The Jealous Girlfriends

Cool, new, competent and confident, TJG’s chic machine of impertinence and impermanence produces a marvelous meringue of hardened hearts and sad satisfactions. Packed among post-modern hooks and slick, calculated riffs, TJF’s hollowed choirs and demonic drizzle wallow in surreal ennui as shoe-gazing lullabies meet shimmering alt-rock and cocktail party taunts.

Alina Simone - Everyone Is Crying Out to Me, Beware!

Covering Russian folk-punk icon Yanka Dyagileva, Simone conveys bold convictions and tender sympathies. Writhing trumpets, chamber music strings and insistent acoustic guitars infiltrate the darkly hypnotic, “Beware,” while Simone’s divinely haunting voice dissolves language barriers, telegraphing emotions and conjuring comparisons to NICO, PATTI SMITH and P.J. HARVEY.

Amanda Palmer - Who Killed Amanda Palmer

Post-feminist burlesque bursts from the story-songs of Dresden Doll’s Palmer. “Killed,” turns combustible, unfurling kooky goose-stepping waltzes before revealing fallen-angel soliloquies. - theatrical piano pathos squeezed between barn-burning carnivals, contemporary operettas paired with urgent introspection. Neither intelligence nor humor disappear or dominate while Palmer’s ingeniously mischievous heart powers, “Killed,”to beautiful conclusions.

Peachcake - What Year Will You Have the World?

Nostalgic, encyclopedic, underground and ironic,”Rule,” compiles pre-fab pageants from socio-cultural colloquialisms and old-school computer doodles. Whip-smart cybernetic pep ride sine waves texting paisley-flavored polemics, knob-twisting fixes input smirking circuitry, robotic loops program mood-altering samples tripped, wrung and processed. Peachcake’s madcap android bonfire blinks, re-thinks and stutter-boogies to algorithmic bliss.

Mi Ami - Watersports

Melting high-voltage punk and urban jungle funk into electrifying, hypno-rave aerobics, Mi Ami goes new-wave native, bending rules with explosive results. Feline yelps bite wobbly bass, cat-scratch guitar stab at throbbing, bobbing drums: post-nuclear trance-rock waking up hot and sweaty. “Watersports,” attacks passionately, floating on tightropes, half adenoidal epilepsy and half neo-disco voodoo.

Tortoise - Beacons of Ancestorship

Western Gothic turns post-nuclear sprockets turns jazzy Arabic space-jam logic - Tortoise’s cataclysmic twists and poly-rock fits knot plots; suiting their moods, altering formulas and testing limits. Slow and steady erupts into transcendental terrors and splonky rebuttals as “Beacon,” unravels out-of-this world vibes into heady harmonics pierced through angular chords and industrial noir.

Edward Sharpe And The Magnetic Zeros - Up From Below

IMA ROBOT’s Alex Ebert’s alter-ego gathered dozens of friends to help form a perfect storm of high brow hoedowns where solemn bursts into sunny and grand-standing kinderpop whose momentum turns monumental. A massive hippie happening, “Up,” offers effervescent testaments and smarmy camaraderie bundled together in a traveling rock-minstrel circus.

Shudder To Think - Live From Home

Sparking fiery thought bombs beneath serrated storms, angular angst and pounding, stalk-rock, “Live,” juices up STT’s catalogue. By all appearances a joyful event, Shudder’s 2008 reunion roll out pulverizing palpitation, a towering squalor through which slinks serpentine soliloquies performing jungle-gym twists around a steel web of mind games and shock logic.

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