Slipped Discs

Fences - Fences

Bedroom pop wallpapered in weathered regrets and street-fed wisdom, “Fences,” packages unsorted feelings into restless resolution, nimble pickin’ and waltzing melodies whose casual insight and gifted riffs bolster roller-coaster emotions through stoic brokered perspective. Personable and persuasive, Fences’ jaunty melancholy and placid happiness nestle together befriended by quietly spry lyrics, sly hooks and humble brilliance.

Meridene - Something like Blood

Wise asides and quick quips happily carry percolating electric piano, bipolar guitar, and rock-solid bass and drums; like shock absorbers on a bumpy road, “Something,” comforts contemplative cravings in cryptic hipster’s whisperings told in simmering conviction. Convincingly syncing thoughtful despondency in a stew of swinging rhythms, Eau Claire’s Meridene attain rare pop honesty, accurately capturing passing moods through descriptive prescriptions.

Mini-Mansions - Mini-Mansions

Ghoulish pursuits from pop-rock hooligans, Mini-Mansion’s crazed clichés cleave dream-speak tweets into a scrumptious rush. Cryptic gibberish and lecherous messages canned into pounding, pouncing demonic delights, a bushwhacked grab-bag evoking Spoon, Supergrass, even Billy Joel, this self-titled debut scoops goofy gremlins into spirited shenanigans, walking bass pirouettes into spiraling guitars and barrelhouse piano for campy vamps and predatory rock-star glory. Mini-Mansions appear Dec 8th at Milwaukee’s Mad Planet and Dec 9th at Madison’s Project Lodge

The June - Green Fields and Rain

Merseybeat meets the Maharishi as Italian jangle-rock rides sunshine psychedelia in spritely, air-tight flights through wizardly, electric-folk holidays draped in clean, sweeping dancehall harmonies. The June’s fearlessly weird and winsome crimson mission includes manicured melodies cushioned in majestic suggestions, earthbound analogies and techni-colored choirs. “Green Fields,” cultivates incurable romantics and heaven-scented meditations, refreshing medication for tired lives and crowded hours

Breathe Owl Breathe - Magic Central

Blissfully breezy, B.O.B.‘s fluid musings sly rhymes and placid tactics combine sophisticated kinderpop to whimsical chamber-folk. Ballads of benevolent sentiment happily waxing philosophic, “Central,” sneaks heartbeats between light-hearted lullabies leisurely weaving intricate sympathies from nimble narratives; encouraging enticements tinged with Cuban rumbas, timid tangos and tottering waltzes. B.O.B. plays Milwaukee’s Cactus Club Nov. 9th and Madison’s High Noon Nov 10th.

Terry Ohms - What Do You Mean What Do I Mean?

Rambling musical munchies welcome blissful hippies and slick hipsters into rainbow roadhouses and sunshine sideshows as Vulture Whale’s Wes McDonald unleashes loose-lipped lyrics over languid street corner boogie and tasty Southern funk. Party-dude grooves elevating scruffy shuffles to Orgone-lubricated sojourns, “Mean,” celebrates life’s idiosyncratic happenings, a free-wheeling eco-friendly Bohemia poured into blessedly messy drawls, devil-may-care come-ons and stoked folk-jam remedies.

Rusty Willoughby - Cobirds Unite

Veteran of Seattle bands Pure Joy and The Llamas. Willoughby gathers talented friends together to croon clue-strewn Americana constructed from vagabond bravado and heart-felt camaraderie. Decorated in classy attachments, “Cobirds,” blends vibraphones to steel guitars, banjos and cellos before injecting Visqueen’s Rachel Flotard’s ghostly back-up vocals into burnished, burnt-out ballads dipped in desolate effortlessness, alt-country hunches formed from waltzing thoughts.

Darren Hayman and the Secondary Modern - Essex Arms

Hefner’s Hayman weaves beautiful, magpie melodies inside English folk-rock serenades; brisk, busker’s delights laced in sweet, solemn solace and poetic biography. Adventurous remembrance culled from sharp, detailed hindsight and a journalist’s lens, “Essex,” breeches bittersweet sequences, framing youthful folly as personal mementos, adolescent messages turned into classic verbal portraits wistfully pilfering willful nostalgia, exhuming a vanishing era in crafted memories.

British Sea Power - Valhalla Dancehall

Razor sharp post-punk rumblings dissecting gun-barrel ballads into flickering, splintering sympathies; Brighton’s glory-seeking rockers slip ripped riffs, beseeching speeches and steamy ennui into cosmic canyons of epic gestures and earnest curses. Blistering encouragement paired alongside drenched repentance keep the dynamics fresh and the feeling electric as, “Valhalla,” bends and blends, stormy surrenders catapulting urgent cataclysms and sanctifying moody, brooding catechisms.

Tapes 'n Tapes - Outside

Grunting funk and grizzled sizzle creep, reap and compete against ballistic wit in caustic waltzes; turpentine Valentines combining impertinent compulsions and sputtering madmen mambos.  Self producing, “Outside,” on their own label, Tapes’ quirky, murky cock-eyed maelstroms concoct intoxicating rhythms given to shaggy-dog shuffles and crackling indie-rock dipped in agitated majesty. The Minneapolis quartet play Madison’s High Noon Saloon January 28th.

Apex Manor - The Year of Magical Drinking

Smashingly bachelor scruffiness matches buzz-filled chords to curb-hugging choruses assembling lone wolf heartache into clanging prankster’s persuasions; A.M’s jittery mid-tempo jalopies drive upbeat collegiate pleads and sexy henchmen meditations through railroaded rhythms, shimmering riffing and devilishly inventive hooks. “Year,” steers major moxie and modest heroics through glib quips and rousing counsel; pithy indie-rock ringers exhibiting cardiac-packed syncopation with semi-biographical heft.

The Dears - Degeneration Street

An explosive rainbow-colored sorbet blending dark, Brit-pop romance into funky, new wave passion, “Degeneration,” hitches glimmering visions to breathless methods coupling level-headed introspective against sleek, interstellar soul-searching. From smoky to baroque, The Dears’ penetrating menace, epic affection and calming charm simmer in stratospheric psychedelics and brooding hostage rock to make heartfelt reason and subversive allegiance magnetically reactive and hazardously attractive.

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