Slipped Discs

Nobunny - First Blood

Psycho-jingle slapstick wrapped in lo-fi stoner nostalgia, “First,” works self-mocking mirth, twisting feel-good formulas into tasty craziness. Bubblegum decadence laced with rockabilly’s cheerful sneers, surf’s feckless recklessness and punk’s primitive deliverance, intrepid renegade Nobunny’s whacked attacks skip merrily around contagious outrageousness, flipping the bird via Merseybeat raves, roughed-up New Wave and rabid fifties romps for raucously lop-sided sock-hop party rock.

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.

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.

Yellowbirds - The Color

Former Apollo Sunshine singer/songwriter Sam Cohen’s cosmic rock crop of rafter-rattling pop ricochets from reverb-heavy heartache to bright, astral enlightenment. Evoking psychotropic-folk fandangos via effects-laden auto-harps, brisk, mournful guitars and thick percussive conniptions, “Color,” cranks out blissfully boisterous warbling; open road odes to safe havens from rollicking rainbow souls brimming with evangelical fire, worldly wayfarer wisdom and unchained changeling jangle.

Thenewno2 - thefearofmissingout

Sci-fi spies trolling dream-soaked decadence, gregarious guttersnipes, Thenewno2 spin grinning, systemic webs dredged in sweat and edgy threats; cautionary tales from predatory explorers. A gangly chain of tawdry flotsam looped into haughty admonishments, “thefearofmissingout.” packs Blade Runner stunners slithering in illicit dimness and slowly glowing boasts orbiting sizzling visions dripping in lizard-rock trickery and floundering fantasy ground from blurry underworld-blues.

Six Organs of Admittance - Ascent

Astral Stratocasters straddle galloping catastrophes saddling rabid psychedelics onto septic epics, Organs’ super-sized portions heap meaty blues-rock freak-outs onto derelict experiments mixing feedback and filigree. From heavy to heavenly, elastic guitar jams prove callous talisman attracting collapsing tapestries while deep-space waves break over whammy-barred shards guarding ghostly motives. “Ascent,” rides mile-high pile-drivers against mind-bending inflections, delicate insurrection and epileptic redirection.

The Delta Routine - Cigarette and Caffeine Nightmares

Harsh, cathartic boogie marinated in loose, blues-rock grooves and swamp-water bop, “Nightmares,” pairs honky-tonk stomps from Roller Derby dervishes and slip and slide jive tied to unflagging swagger. Rambunctious punks fusing rockabilly belligerence to demanding evangelism Delta deals slap-dash splatter sporting ballistic grit, backwoods traction and raucous hep-cat side-steps.TDR hosts a CD release party Oct 11th in Milwaukee’s Hotel Foster

Wand - 1000 Days

Maneuvering through psycho-groovy rock-boogie, “1000,” wows and plows around wavy amazements, constructing hippie-conscripted symphonies sifting trippy visions between grungy fuzz lunging in gurgling fury and flanged folk-jams prancing in cosmic sophistry. Exchanging zany daintiness for thunder-struck ruckus, Wand’s discombobulated sages spawn mythic misfits, whipping splendid mind-bending intentions into head-banging prog-operas where electric narcolepsy descends, bends and avenges with ragged imaginations.

Whiskerman - Nomad

Zapped in looking-glass flash, “Nomad,” wanders wantonly with peyote-folk panache searching among turbulent skyrocket births cleansed in reckless treks for posh cosmic jaunts where woozy strings wring galactic grit from drowsy gospel-rock riffs. Rootless suitors pursuing human connections, Whiskerman’s stately faith in vagabond escapes pits triple-dipped paisley against country-fried revivals to fuel bluesy spirals sweeping symphonic cascades over cathartic harmonics.

Cage the Elephant - Tell Me I’m Pretty

Grimy highway boogie blowing gaskets and squeezing out sparks both fresh and familiar, the cheeky Dan Auerbach-produced, “Pretty,” twitches with unbridled pride and predatory courtship. Growling, carousing groove-funk hound-dogs painted with fanged blues-rock rancor and bristling in honky-tonk psychedelic bangers, CtE’s blatant harangues and slippery prescriptions stomp in street-wise pomp, slithering with greasy mischievous secrets and primed in slacker-backed ballyhoo.

Fake Shark - Faux Real

Non-stop power-pop frolics in hyperbolic gimmick-rich shtick, uncorking Fake Shark’s ultra-catchy packages of spring-loaded ear-worms and hook-riddled rock-outs. From crunchy funk shot out of a cannon to auto-tuned struts flushed with cheeky pleads keen on creamy harmonies and glitch-inflicted party-rock, “Real,” squeals in wicked wit, indulging endless remedies for an audacious mental vacation booked with smarmy charm and kinetic cool.

White Denim - Performance

Elastic glam-rock boogie percolates in prog-pop pyrotechnics dancing alongside White Denim’s fly jive zapped in sunshine street soul; funked-up dawn patrols cultivating evasive tastes for radio-friendly minder-benders, flammable jams and rush-hour hustles. Six-string hairpin flings propel, “Performance,” from greasy psychedelic teases soliciting slick lizard-king kicks to wicked interstate check-mates whose traveling strategy covers coast-to-coast mojo, top-down getaways and fuel-injected cool. 

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