Slipped Discs

The Shivas - You Know What To Do

Radical slackers mashing fab platters from the early sixties, The Shivas shake, rattle and roll with rousing garage-rock raves and shaggy surf-punk parades stomping on irreverent teen-age angst through reverb-soaked hillbilly blues, juvie beatnik strolls and party-hardy basement doo-wop. Carrying a torch for scorching R&B rip-offs, “You Know,” revs up barb-wired twang for some back-lot boogaloo steeped in rapturous nostalgia.

Alexis Hightower - Girl Next Door

Jump-rope jive, smoldering ballads, relevant reflections and soothing Afro-Cuban moves lift feet, seduce ears and raise spirits while, “Girl,” gurgles and surges in languid refrains, painting satin captions beneath fiery desires and unnamed pains. A strong, luxurious voice supported by smart solos and solid playing, Hightower soars in classy soul-sister poses, sultry, poised and ripe in casually fashionable emotional fortitude.

Pantha du Prince - The Triad

Zipping through sparkling cyborg forests packaged in fearless engineering, Pantha reboots contemporary pretense into translucent futures; ping-pong paddling past twinkling water-park pachinko, soulful disco posted in zero-gravity while percolated artifice flits and whisks off virtual cliffs. Gentle arcades parading in trippy textures envision embryonic harmonics toggling electric wedges beneath iridescent incubators to create dance-able mantras, protoplasmic attractions snagging rhythm-driven visions.

Tony Joe White - Rain Crow

Memory’s embers glowing in smoky blues infused with sweltering Delta boogie, gritty sidewinder guitar and flinty gravel-voiced stories; “Crow,” rides hallowed shadows in rampant drum-circle thunder, rasping and grasping in circling urges and menacing contention. Desperate for an exorcist, White’s stony moments roll locomotive notions past devilish testaments, driving feverish fandangos spiked in spell-binding iron-clad tragedies railing against unwavering fates.

Kadhja Bonet - The Visitor

A poised, melismatic acrobat, Bonet’s agile imagination sails through classic cool reaping smoldering jazz-soul bliss from gorgeous brainstorms touched in lightning-quick outbursts circling calm, patient strength. Rallying casual dalliances with lithe whispers charming luxurious assurance from bossy curiosity, “Visitor,” delivers tender ebbs from golden vocals folded over sweet tasteful licks, graceful arrangements finagling retro-hip hat-tricks washed in posh lollipop hospitality.

New Street Adventure - Stubborn Sons

Posh caramel-coated soul folded into upfront street-punk funk, “Sons,” run silver-tongued urban-jungle rumbles lathered in heart-throb bravado and midnight-player panache. Tough, but supple anguish enriched in champagne refrains, NSA layers bluesy doo-wop harmonics over sharp sparse rhythms and voluptuous bass, chasing wavering faith with dockside struts erupting in openly romantic tantrums painted with hard, lean facts and hungry, plundered truths.

Joan As Police Woman - Damned Devotion

Cobra hypnosis flickering in prickly rhythms, “Devotion,” provokes soulful vogue strolls touched by runway-model coddling; purring allure perched in flirtatious patience like sleep-walking catnaps taken in fiendish Venus fly-traps awaiting tasty contact with ravishing magic. Empowered by Joan’s sensual progressions, chain-gang syncopation and subtle untroubled melodies, unshakeable boldness holds court over slinky visions assembling royal processions down proud prowler’s playgrounds.   

Lotic - Power

Sonic knob-twiddler, sound-pioneer Lotic deposits exotic razor-sharp technology scoured in electro-probed Space Soul through unglued blasting-cap trap wrapped in satin-smooth slave-driver grime and machine-tooled glitch-stitched rhymes. Atmospheric experiences encapsulated in trampled samples and polished solitary clarity, “Power,” quivers and equivocates, agitates and palpitates in pixelated stages repaving edited sedatives into savory chaos, holy communion cleansing upended sensations with antiseptic tension. 

Fantastic Negrito - Have You Lost Your Mind Yet?

Action-packed melodramatics dipped in soul-assisted sizzle,” Lost,” back-talks in consciousness-raised exorcisms, casting out demonic preponderance with headline-grabbing stabs, contagious salacious tastes, pumped pulpit polemics and cartoon falsettos. Streetwise post-ironic operettas woke to urban-legend amendments, Fantastic Negrito’s possessed personas groan and moan with fierce hep-cat testaments delivered with revival-tent intentions and rallying ballyhoo, eliciting stinging organ wipe-outs alongside gut-wrenching guitar meltdowns.

Jónsi - Shiver

Contoured forces purr as manicured metamorphosis sculpt electro-soul wormholes; Jónsi concocts nuanced booms, tweaked shrieks and swift glitches producing studio-driven visions from distant visitors. Pliable fly-bys inspiring angel-flanked contemplations, “Shiver,” impacts with suggestive perfection, spectral effects whose tender fine-tuned tensions blossom in cautious suspension, sonic architecture measured in broken beats and healing voices, warm storms built from daring serotonin commotion.

Thaba - Eyes Rest Their Feet

South Africa comes to Brooklyn as modernized Mbaqanga slow dances in soulful romance; the shifting, uplifting polyrhythmic, “Eyes,” ties aching hearts to silenced minds with serene beats surrounded by sensual synths and passive sax. United by positive vibes and music’s universal language, Thaba consoles with flowing control, airtight flights whose graceful pacing moves like moonlit tides beneath tranquil trade winds.

Bon Bon Vivant - Dancing in the Darkness

From woozy jubilees to sobering eulogies, “Darkness” barks in braying brass and steamy reeds fired in torch-song soliloquies reflecting sensuous reverence with flowing condolences and passionate gratitude. Hungry for life, New Orleans’s Bon Bon Vivant put down roots while reaching for the sky, embracing bawdy voodoo klezmer, street-parade funk and sweet champagne ballads that devour the sweet and the sour.

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