Slipped Discs

Discs You May Have Missed
by John Noyd

Reviews From: Garage
Skybombers - Take Me to Town

Skybombers - Take Me to Town

Skybombers
Take Me to Town
Label: Albert Production

Swinging from tasty bluster kicking apart adolescent frustration to thunderous raspberries, this precocious Aussie quartet shows Outback belligerence via sometime in L.A. - howling through rockabilly garage toss-offs and knocking out pitch-perfect, stomping mad scowls. Walloping pop-rock, “Town,” produces scuffling, amped-up six-string skiffle, jammed inside El Kabong riffs and brief, greasy hooks.


Charlatans - You Cross My Path

Charlatans - You Cross My Path

Charlatans
You Cross My Path
Label: Self Released

Loaded with juiced dance grooves, hyperbolic bass and crashing grandeur, “Cross,” elevates earthly relationships to Valkyrie dimensions forging legendary status in classic rock fashion. Courtly rock that takes no prisoners, the Charlatan’s unsubmissive mission snarls with glam, gung-ho struts and game, come-hither glories, triumphantly butting heads against soul-drenched working-class and kick-ass new wave.

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Giant Sand - proVISIONS

Giant Sand - proVISIONS

Giant Sand
proVISIONS
Label: Yep Rock Records

Shivering guitars and rattling pianos haunt twilight flights from frontier sorrows as, “pro,” lassoes graveyard campfires, stirring up the ashes, peppering desperation with electric peyote blues. Twang with fangs, Giant’s prickly myths and flickering metaphysical fiction unleash tumbleweed tangos scornful and forlorn, avant-jazz roots-rock teetering toward Aussie goth, perched over sly, savvy alt-country snickering.

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Panics - Cruel Guards

Panics - Cruel Guards

Panics
Cruel Guards
Label: Music Allies

Throaty vocals cushioned in strings and brass cast stoic shadows across jangly refrains as the solid, soulful Aussie rock of, “Cruel,” croons cool, stone-faced fables. Shifting slave chain beats between rousing hooks, The Panic’s valiant hearts are well-prepared for soldiering on, delivering swelling, resilient emotions exploding into proud pleads and open-armed anthems.

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Blunt Mechanic - World Record

Blunt Mechanic - World Record

Blunt Mechanic
World Record
Label: Barsuk

Pearls wrapped in raucous romps and splintered soliloquies, Kind of Like Spitting’s Ben Barnett’s perceptive meta-conscious songs blast, slash and busk, plucking ragged realizations from personal observations and dressing them in lo-fi riffs and full-blown garage band trips. “World,” swirls; brandishing guile while collapsing from overloaded amps, slacker-crashing gallops and jagged, electric, alt-folk journalism.

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Nobunny - First Blood

Nobunny - First Blood

Nobunny
First Blood
Label: Goner Records

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.

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

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

Terry Ohms
What Do You Mean What Do I Mean?
Label: Skybucket

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.

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David Lowery - The Palace Guards

David Lowery - The Palace Guards

David Lowery
The Palace Guards
Label: 429 Records

Armed with snaggle-toothed grooves and crowd-pleasing candor, Camper Van Beethoven and Cracker’s literary hippie ambles from wistful and wise to ironic and snide. A blast of rascally ballads alongside a rash of gracious roots-strewn malice, his solo debut, “Palace,” is blissfully idiosyncratic, indulging in sweet buckwheat hootenannies, tempered garage-rock blessings and hard-earned alt-pop homilies culminating in gumption, grit and gratitude

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The Dodos - No Color

The Dodos - No Color

The Dodos
No Color
Label: Frenchkiss Records

Happily thrashing contrapuntal puzzles, “No,” explodes in joyfully melodic thunder. Stitched up and knitted from ribald, tribal indie-rock waltzes and shell-shocked, cock-eyed thrill-ride spirals, the Dodo’s pleasing, fleeting seesaw swatch of durable dynamics sandwich palatable pleasures from clever, dueling romantics whose burgeoning urgency and aggressively zesty methods conjure dreamboat sea-shanties among lively pop options diverting flirty percolations around revisionist’s collisions.

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Art Brut - Brilliant! Tragic!

Art Brut - Brilliant! Tragic!

Art Brut
Brilliant! Tragic!
Label: Cooking Vinyl

Clever condescension rocks around hell-bent expressions as, “Brilliant,” rips through half-rapped narratives combining insolent wit dipped in irony, sputtering bluster outsmarting intellect and bristling against convention. Revealing and rebellious, post-punk apostles Art Brut’s blunt frustrations corral rough and tumble rhetoric whose cheeky reasons begat tender second-guessing amid cut-throat couplets whose deafening deliberateness clamor for conclusions colliding with middle-class conceits .

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Paleo - Fruit of the Spirit

Paleo - Fruit of the Spirit

Paleo
Fruit of the Spirit
Label: Partisan Records

Foppish garage-pop served in unrestrained sincerity, ravaged slacker caveats and lo-fi minstrel wisdom, alt-folk experimentalist Paleo builds bric-a-brac boogaloo from playful cantering cadences circling steel drum love songs and street parade serenades. Multi-tracked accidents germinating earnest improvisations, “Fruit,” bear effusive tunes, whimsical missives spinning genuine inspiration, free verse curses tossed across ironic sonnets, humane harangues hung on quirky clattering quips.

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Woods - Sun and Shade

Woods - Sun and Shade

Woods
Sun and Shade
Label: Woodsist Records

Wide-eyed and blissfully innocent, mischievous sixties whimsy snaps, crackles and pops brokered in corrosive overdoses of basement space-rock. A glorious and incandescent, “Sun,” runs tweaked twee dreams around quaint paisley mazes and woozy hallucinogenic textures as knob-twiddling wizards skip merrily into crashing waves laced with rainbow fuzz and sunflower jangle.  Woods’ anachronistic sizzle whittles charmed adolescent experiments into galactic-spackled monuments.

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