Slipped Discs

Tegan and Sara - Heartthrob

Moving from their adorably uproarious indie-pop past into the slick, mega-watt synth-rock of, “Heartthrob,” Canadian’s beat-driven twins blossom from diary-fired pen-pals to incendiary scene-stealers. Burning with lustful thrusts, smoldering condolences and torrid choruses, the sisters still manage to earn sympathetic connections and admirable allies. Infectious and perceptive, Tegan and Sara play Madison’s Orpheum February 24th and Milwaukee’s Pabst March 7th

Caitlin Rose - The Stand-In

Smart and sassy songbird Rose hands hard truths in tasty occasions and wry asides. Rockin’ cocktail pop salted in modesty and brimming in wisdom lasso sumptuous country wonders. Muscular slide sidled alongside sweet, uplifting strings and tuneful tales regale as; “Stand-In,” stands tall in thoughtful propositions, kind reminders carrying poetic medicine guaranteed to rouse tarnished hearts and soothe calico souls.

Low - The Invisible Way

Celebrating twenty years as a band, the Jeff Tweedy-produced, “Invisible,” amply demonstrates the Duluth trio’s powerful minimalism; deft, sympathetic harmonies welded to singular lyrical clarity. Robust and heart-wrenching, introspective yet invincible, Low’s glacial pacing opens honest reconnaissance, straight-forward voyages exploring transparent compassion, splendid revelation and elusive beauty. Artists of deep solace and sorrow-drenched strength, Low plays Chicago’s Metro March 22nd.

Saturday Looks Good To Me - One Kiss Ends It All

Savvy-sixties twisters soldering frolicking logic onto starry-eyed sighs covered with Tin Pan marzipan from sock-hop polyglots, SLGTM’s bouncy space-age jangle churn hurdy-gurdy gurgles into swinging mini-symphonies. Upbeat brass bask in rascally sweetheart harmonies crafting magical nostalgia from groovy tape-loops, lo-fi girl-groups and teenage blind-dates for giddy indie-pop binges as, “Kiss,” pitches summer-time rewinds floated in candy-coated reverb inhabiting paisley-flavored suburbs.

Dead Gaze - Dead Gaze

Rugged, chugging psychedelics bomb heavily-textured conjecture in sluggish punches, congealing zeal and syrupy diversions, while, “Gaze,” glazes playful, contagious tunes into potent, roasted alt-rock commotion. Ear-drum pummeling conundrums, DG’s over-loaded proposals move through gooey, tripped-out conniptions that slither in thick riffs pickling spackled action, swimming in subterranean radiance whose discordant contortions revel in devilish indulgence and shine in voluptuous corruption.

Eleanor Friedberger - Personal Record

Placid ballads, lonely sambas and halting waltzes saunter along as earth-bound lounge in luxurious certainty capture first-class songs in pool-party impertinence; “Personal,” whirls in journal-churning thrills as quotable anecdotes and candid mandates stream and careen inside bohemian dreams knee-deep in coy Freudian rejoicing. Breezily leisurely, Friedberger’s flirtatious tastes snake through pithy sixties shin-digs, sprinkling torch-song soul around jazzy, chatty rigmarole.

Wise Blood - Id

Brandishing outlandish samples whose firing-squad choirs blast fractured bombast, WB’s massaged collages harbor woozy blues and street-wise boogie; slow, persistent grooves laboring under urban jungle theater, super-cool kick-backs and PMA segues. Found-sound scenarios frame, “Id,” twisting jazz, blues and gospel into old school-loops boosting groovy share-cropper bop, writhing raps zapped with art-pop sass, hip world collisions double-tracked, dubbed-up and cross-faded.

Dinosaur Bones - Shaky Dream

Existential contentions hammered from divine grinds, volcanic dynamics and moody grooves, DB’s searing, lyrical punk-rock waltzes hatch heart-wrenching chemistry through creeping sleeplessness; smoldering corrosions erupting in splendid squalor and menacing second-guessing. Taunt, tight-rope walks stalking fragile casualties and defiant survivors, “Shaky,” bravely engages waylaid crusaders, folding broad-shouldered doldrums into shady mazes staggered in ragged swagger, spurned yearnings and anthemic epidemics.

John Nagle - Distractions

A sentimental gentleness centers the electro-acoustic musings teetering between funky blue-eyed soul and sad chamber-jazz ballads; “Distraction,” attracts a casually magical low-key cabaret filled with jaunty electronics bridging brisk, sophisticated arrangements spanning crackling bluegrass and oddball pop-rock. Dodging easy labeling, Nagle’s tranquil banquets serve fluid coos in self-assured purrs, soliciting soft, sensitive tendencies from breathy regrets stretched over left-field appeal,

Neko Case - The Worse Things Get, The Harder I Fight, The Harder I Fight, The More I Love You

A passionate maverick whose nurturing assertions examine family abandonment, Case’s boldly told tales are iconic tonics spiked with intimate mysteries. Misfit gifts of casual confidence, strident kindness and placid tenacity dissect complex connections with strong-wills routed through militant resilience. Framed in twang and free-ranging harangues, “Harder,” harbors liberated fables; lean, dreamy, indie-pop thoughtfully pieced from personal concerns stirring incendiary insights.

Deer Tick - Negativity

Full-throttled trots and somber romps collide in rambunctious shanty-town rock as, “Negativity,” sizzles in rootsy, bluesy, barn-burning head-turners offset by tender, moon-lit, road-warrior ghost-stories and grizzled, chiseled, late-night heartaches. Sketched in five o’clock shadows and broken-promise honesty, Deer Tick’s savage alt-country jamborees expose a ravaged poet’s soul confessing pressing honky-tonk sonnets. The Rhode Island vagabonds play Madison’s Majestic October 13th.

Mike Donovan - Wot

Tangled truths braised in greasy twang and buffeted by Mexicali brass, Donovan’s woeful solo nurses wounded tunes with casual valor and candid rambles. From hungry country shuffles to barking garage-rock and rural slacker blues, the Sic Alps song-smith slings deep-fried soul, pitting petulant prose against dusty roads. Twisted six-string wisdom knots, “Wot,” into gravelly salvations, weary appeals and tenuous celebrations.

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