Slipped Discs
Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd
Charles Bradley - Victim of Love
Charles BradleyVictim of Love
Label: Dunham Records
Tear-stained refrains from sweat-soaked vocals, Charles “Screaming Eagle of Soul” Bradley travels between gospel’s desperate redemptions, pop’s brassy appetites and R&B’s suave partying. Cooking hard-luck lessons in shuffling funk, bluesy doo-wop and Superfly psychedelia, ”Victim,” simmers candid abandon and heart-piercing fierceness into ravaged salvation for love-sick trips to horn-heavy heavens. After having conquered Milwaukee’s Turner Hall May 8th, catch the Screaming Eagle when he brings it on December 4th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.
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RocketNumberNineMeWeYouWe
Label: Smalltown Supersound
Sputtering drums and space-ghost synths dip and skip between unraveling rattlings knitting explosive, propulsive patterns, Rocket9’s tunneling industrial cunning provides Memphis-tendered bottom to the duo’s roasted robotic-toppings for a shuffling gumbo packed in squeaky tweaks and embroidered beats. Tightly-fitted digital twiddling, “MeWeYouWe,” parades in waves of splashy crashes and astro-dipped rip-tides; fluttering brushes of blushing percussion tailor-made for nuclear-powered dance-floors.
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Chris BerryKing of Me
Label: Kanaga System Krush
Washed in frisky polyrhythmic bliss, “King,” crowns Afro-funky punches and nimble, bi-lingual chants extolling solid social conscience carried by humane refrains. California-born and Zimbabwe-educated, Berry, a multi-talented rhythmist, singer and international activist swims and swings in vigorous tropical pop drenched in contrapuntal wonders, spreading communal grooves between sun-roasted truths juggling tumbling drums, voracious vocalists, liquid bass and thundering thumb piano.
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CAVEThreace
Label: Drag City
Slithering minimalism built from bebop chops and jagged jazz-funk romps, “Threace,” pieces subtle muscle to hip, interlocking riffs for panting jam-band trances whose understated patience uncoils marathon paragons of hypnotic providence and instinctive revision. Rocking to heady, rhythm-fed treasures thrashing in galactic dashes and pivoting syncopation, CAVE enslaves loose, elusive moves within jungle-fevered dreams; guiding driving jive around mind-melting stealth.
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CymbalsAge of Fracture
Label: Tough Love
Brisk, posh, pick-pocket dance-rock spray-painted in pop-laden brain-candy, “Fracture,” gleefully manufactures giddy clubhouse bounce among shuffling bundles of cyber-jungle pounces. Flirting in perky serpentine pantomime and slurping from elastic ghost-rattled carafes of synth-rinsed glibness, Cymbals’ nimble hall of mirror lyrics slither around fidgety rhythms for half-laughing passions collapsing in fashionable traps; cosmopolitan monsters dressed in ballroom logic and post-modern panache.
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School of LanguageOld Fears
Label: Memphis Industries
Double-parked hearts ambushed by nimble rhythm-driven brittleness tie-dyed alongside creepy bass, startled guitars and snake-charmer falsetto, School of Language’s post-graduate arrangements construct a cagey British art-rock disco; tripping slinky form-fitting syncopation into irrepressibly edgy segues for a funky roller-coaster hosting elliptical blue-eyed soul. Nervous curves fashioned from zigzagged tag-teams, “Fears,” steers past slippery hipsters into intricate collisions and fractured passions.
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Meshell NdegeocelloComet, Come To Me
Label: Naive
Melted stealth poured over trickling riffs; Ndegeocello’s tasteful, playful forays into cozy soul, regal reggae and magical jazz conjure microcosmic blossoms inside pristine improvisations for celestial struts cast in smoky vocals and frisky apparitions carved from cyber-funky jams. Delicate senses tinted in textured menace, “Comet,” slinks, sinks and out-thinks buffed lust and supple mistrust; delicious mischief from exquisite art-pop pixels.
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The KooksListen
Label: Astralwerks
Exuberant suitors courting flashy blues-rock habits teeming in dreamy Motown, The Kooks erupt in a funky lather of swagger and lager as downtown boogie fitted with hip-swiveling missiles send warning shots over classic bar-room ballads fused to toe-tapping passions. Wicked, snickering hits, “Listen,” pricks ears and kick-starts bristling trashcan symphonies smothered in hardy bravado, genuine sentiment and spirited good cheer.
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CookiesMusic for Touching
Label: (Self-Release)
Trigger-happy theatrics sampling cyber-soul crooners, synth-lounge prowlers and cruise-controlled romancers, “Touching,” ushers in a cosmopolitan collage of post-modern facades. Ranging from smooth nightclub melancholy to savvy alt-pop sunshine, the cautiously exotic Cookies spotlights pitch-perfect song-merchants flipping switches on thrusting struts, lusty stardust and crushing burlesque; sunshine hipsters on a mirror-ball holiday venturing into sensuous Afro-Latin sass covered in techno-drizzled sizzle.
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Trash KitConfidence
Label: Upset the Rhythm
Deliriously fearless, gate-crashing Brits, Trash Kit’s combustible punk crunches lob punchy girl-powered telepathy into shuddering bungee lunges spiked in gangly harangues aboard runaway trains. Dodging and dislodging toppling monopolies with twisted anarchist’s bliss, “Confidence,” scrambles estranged scatterbrained funk around elastic ska-rattled catastrophes strung from caterwauling pinball logic and sweetly teetering ricochet rallies for impassioned caffeinated gymnastics and quivering, contrasting mathematics.
• Trash Kit Website • Trash Kit FacebookGang of Four - What Happens Next
Gang of FourWhat Happens Next
Label: Metropolis Records
Spackled in crackling percussive patterns, squealing-wheel guitar and flagrant pavement-bass, Gang of Four’s well-executed confrontational abrasions cultivate brash, cyber-briar patches inhabiting rock-bionic labyrinths. Founding-member Andy Gill and company enlists high-powered cameos to hurtle post-punk thunder past punchy funky pile-drivers as the intrepid, “Next,” treks slithering across industrial deserts in scavenger caravans. The formidable Four play Chicago’s Park West March 13th.
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DoldrumsThe Air-Conditioned Nightmare
Label: Sub Pop
Splashing in spastic, ectoplasmic chasms while cobbling wobbly Afropop-goth to churning nocturnal infernos, “Nightmare,” slither through funky post-punk pratfalls trapping wriggling mysteries in strobe-lit bailiwicks; sexy webs slinging slushy jungle percussion into test-tube grooves. Deranged Canadians spraying neo-industrial bluster over transistorized Terrordomes, Doldrums’ rumbling cunning oozes in spooked latex interludes spawning intergalactic mash-ups attracting squirmy neural blast-offs into diabolical holodecks.
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