Slipped Discs

Bombadil - Hold On

Quixotic, melodic and occasionally toxic, Bombadil’s blithe, but biting tunes bounce between self-effacing chamber-pop apologies and elegant a cappella elegies. Squired choirboys pair level-headed blessings with cloistered joys turning everyday fables into comical cosmopolitan operettas. Framing modern problems inside baroque love-notes, “Hold,” bestows precise polite delights where swooning harmonies take flight and side-lined instruments accentuate and punctuate with mischievous hindsight.

Coutney Barnett - Sometimes I Sit and Think and Sometime I Just Sit

A divine brag and slag packing blues-punk funk and chunky dockside rock into brass-tacks swagger down savage cafe catwalks, “Sometimes,” combines wickedly descriptive gifts with bitter, brittle rockabilly licks; blinding bull’s-eye rhymes smothered in powerful scowls and impoverished scoffs. Beatnik-sweetened cockney caroler Barnett teases devil-may-care savoir faire to launch clever double-barreled revelations within caustic mocking, indigent belligerence and delicious indifference.

Evans the Death - Expect Delays

Rummaging among post-punk fun, indie-rock rage and swinging English soul, young Londoners Evans the Death chain flirty dirges to bratty-savvy ballads; hiding breath-taking craft beneath crashing attacks from withering wit hidden in scuzzy buzz. Casually calculating, sparring guitars rally incorrigible organ and rampaging percussion as, “Delays,” display laid-back jangle brimming in rebellious melodies and dark-tinted binges plastered with maddening dissatisfaction.

Lady Lamb the Beekeeper - After

Crashing mash-ups lashing lyrical punk-folk anecdotes to romantic alt-rock rodeos, “After,” harnesses quasi-Americana nirvanas into propulsive proto-pop hosannas in a perfectly unpredictable mixture of aggressive expressiveness and timid sympathy. A fierce, spirited renegade, Lady Lamb fans playfully intimate opinions into outspoken commotion whose melodramatic packages become competent romps exploding in complex connections between glib suspicions, embattled compassion and fiendish genius.

Shana Falana - Set Your Lightning Fire Free

Gotham pomp crumbles under echo-chamber game-changers, striking, “Lightning,” in sulfuric verdicts with bionic blows cloaked in black velvet gloves. Stamping banshee avalanches in scorched chords, subterranean beats imprint fire-glazed shoe-gaze prying sugar-coated sirens, seismic Kaisers Falana and Michael Amari from volcanic dream-pop panic via gale-force torch-songs seething beneath devouring prowess. The dark cathartic duo storm Madison’s Mickey’s Tavern April 16th

Frog - Kind of Blah

Country-river folk spinning skinny-dipping syllogisms from hot-tip hipsters and daydreaming beatniks, “Blah,” shadow-babbles in swirling pop-culture skullduggery surfing an eclectic fusion of runaway sentences, nervous diversions and murmured worries. Rambling jam-band acoustics canoodle into sunny indie-rock wonder bundling Frog’s vernacular spectaculars into exquisite hillbilly shape-shifters curating meandering pandemonium from literate misfits for a contorted multi-storied voyage sailing furiously curious purges.

iji - Whatever Will Happen

Power-carousing fleeced in cheeky twee, rocked in soft, indie-pop and splashed in midnight jazz, “Happen,” zaps loose brass, phat swagger and swinging rhythms in flouncy down-town lounge drunk with promise, full of verve and swimming in talent. Hush Puppy hipsters flutter utterly irony-free in retro-savvy remedies, over-loaded vocabularies unraveling iji’s casual travelogues into irresistible reminisces, choice reminders and sly hints.

Girlpool - Before the World was Big

Emancipated play-dates roller-skate through wide-eyed diary-riding glad-tidings trailing unbridled cartwheel zeal alongside noble hand-holding bromides; “Big,” serves generous road-trip-brokered folk-punk homilies transformed into hopeful jump-rope waltzes. Vetting winsome observations trimmed in fly-by-night insights, sharp eyes pry hop-scotch thoughts from frank complaints while guitar, bass and intertwined vocal harmonies power Girlpool’s drum-less dynamics in cheery jubilation, grinning synergy and open empathy.

Daniel Pearson - Alone, Together

Serious lyrics imbedded in muscular country cruise through stormy prairie-rock as Pearson’s forceful, coercive indie-folk anecdotes unfold in glorious stories. Seeking compassionate gratitude in earnest mercies, the British songwriter evokes first-person struggles examining lost faith and renewed hope. The warm camp-fire welcome, “Alone,” provides rides strong, social emotions inside Good Samaritan narratives; peppering every perceptive question with several unanswerable examples.

Low - Ones and Sixes

Eliciting exquisite admissions through deliberately slippery mystery, solemn indie-rock golems power Low’s eclipsing whispers, enlisting persistent convictions corroded in quiet dares and mounting pressure. Rationing dark, feed-backed passions within super-saturated minimalism, “Sixes,” affixes efficient high-stakes restraint to condensed intensity whose solid methodical lottery straddles crackling chaos and radiant revelation. The gloaming slow-core Minnesotans play Madison’s High Noon Saloon September 18th.

Maserati - Rehumanizer

Subterranean refrains engrained inside caged Krautrock aftershocks, the muscular, “Rehumanizer,” welds defiant alliances among hard-wired cyber-revisers, plotting and concocting spirited conspiracies for toppling mechanical overlords. Led by thundering drums and bass building skyscraping metropolises, Maserati’s single-minded monsters unleash cool moves beneath crashing thrashes, slamming industrial-strength ambushes with hypno-groovy space-jams commanding menacing momentum that takes no prisoners and shows no mercy.

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.

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