Slipped Discs

Eternal Summers - Correct Behavior

Bratty New Wave smatterings crackling in glazed paraphrases and filed under existential bile, “Correct,” erects a shiny grimy testament to splashy nineties-styled bombast. Restless, festive midnight DJs wriggle around dream-pop gossip and counter-culture kiss-offs, Virginia trio’s feigned narcotic disdain ramps up cultivated anarchy; FM tendencies wrapped in temptress reveries lovingly rehashing neon-lit night-trips inside ricochet-rattled heavens tuned to party-going pilgrims.

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.

Richard Hawley - Standing at the Sky’s Edge

Stretches of majestic messages wash over solemn longings and humbled profundity while six-string swarms form rip-tide flights; Hawley’s enthralling space-rock palsy rides smoldering overtones under sensual contentions and brimstone moments around reflective blessings. Dignified, primal, intimate and ethereal, “Standing,” faces an unkind cosmos seeking shelter around electric psychedelics and Zen renderings; channeling tranquil folk-rock optimism glazed in blistering, hard-core bliss.

Black Moth Super Rainbow - Cobra Juicy

Plastered in plastic and slathered in magic, “Cobra,” strikes glowing proto-disco poses, rubberized brain-wave foghorns riding tripped-out caramel carousels immersed in smeared weirdness, funky crunches and melted squelch.  Grinding auto-tuned teases dressed in oily foliage and rainbow grease. BMSR’s nano-bot pop knits chrome bones to marshmallow flesh doused in glitter, heaving beats lacquered in saccharine diving deep into lava-lamp lakes.

Tamaryn - Tender New Signs

Swimming in glittering crinkle, prismatic clatter and narcotic jangle, Tamaryn’s astringent hints commences sensuous squalor luring metallic salads, warp speed nose-dives and mermaid mirages into sumptuous acid-baked spider webs. Buoyant blasts undulating in hypnotic implosions, “Tender,” surrenders, remembers and seduces, sparkling darkness unearthing cavernous shadows wrapped in cellophane waves, ghost noir strewn among galactic goth, dimensionless dementia and psychedelic salvation.

John Cale - Shifty Adventures of Nookie Wood

Cagey innovator and stoic, art-rock mischief-maker, Cale’s dark, carnival electro-pop lobs zombie trots and halting waltzes, crafting savage fabrications from industrial muscle, flying wise, dignified indictments beside juicy eulogies and mountainous pronouncements. Beyond European salons, African rhythms absorb New Wave beats as, “Shifty,” visits delicious hybrid glitches, lifting slumbering undulations into cantering tangents, tweaking Old World flair with digital visions.

Clinic - Free Reign

Unglued blues prowl and peruse while muddled clubhouse curmudgeons creep, creak and brood, steely-eyed and serpentine, Clinic’s wiggling post-punk addictions and woozy basement-rock convictions cast murky magic over dank, clanging dangers; chain-rattling wranglers driving sleepless dreams between jazzy fog-bound travesties and mild-mannered psycho-ticklish ministries. Straining in mournful horns, jumpy percussion and spooked-out guitars, “Reign,” reclaims abrasive dockside savior’s endgame shenanigans.

Matmos - The Marriage of True Minds

Dabbling in telepathic adaptations, Baltimore’s incorrigible explorers, Matmos troll the subconscious, plundering psychic vibrations to transform ambient phantoms into dance-friendly energies and extrasensory memories into heady, edgy treasures. The scientific misfits’ abstract extracts exact transcendental dimensions from erratic synaptic patterns, decoding psychotropic kaleidoscopes as, “Minds,” mines seamless dreamscapes from odd dichotomies and pristine visions from random snippets of mental conniptions.

Suuns - Images du Futur

Spell-bound and bubble-wrapped, rendering menacing chemistry between hypnotic electronics and sluggish mumbles, half-starved guitars stitch twitchy riffs to shivering rhythms; “Images,” pulses, drives and scrambles, steeped in slow strobe-light aerobics, creepy industrial-rock hydraulics and thieving, deviant dervishes. Drainpipe arias dredged from rubbery presumptions, Suuns’ jittery pictures paint narrow escapes from plastic caskets and tense, high-beam seizures from throbbing, zombie fevers.

Girls Names - The New Life

A dock-side revisionist’s dissertation; shimmering six-string fidgeting scrawled into psycho-swirling jangle, glittering post-punk propulsion and squealing alleyway urgency, “Life,” swipes in riveting dissonance and swoons in fluid moves stirring dark melodic furies in oddly upbeat sweeps. Inspired pariahs, hungry ghosts in high-voltage potions, GN’s wiry white-cap magic bolts and sparkles, undaunted doomsday dancers enlisted in luminous maneuvers cornering stormy performances.

Yamantaka // Sonic Titan - UZU

Space-age pagans with feminist tempers Y//ST don lavish masks for mythical marriages, wedding mermaid arias to drum-circle tsunamis and storm-trooper kabuki to prog-rock operas. Stammering in manic dynamics and tenderly surrendering to eclectic psychedelics, “UZU,” enchants through perilous romance, summoning pummeling thunder from cyber pied-pipers while staging courageous art-rock parades tossed from cultural pulpits and lost in steamy Valkyrie visions.

Wooden Shjips - Back to Land

Blues-based jail-breaks grind out laid-back attacks against hallucinogenic epidemics as San Francisco’s WS barrel past sturdy curves; casually balancing surging organ, bobbing bass and gnarled guitar for ultra-groovy moodiness whose shady serenades produce sand-blasted ballads from interstellar cellars. Shrouded in clouded visions and swirling jams, “Land,” sandwiches droning momentum inside neuron-firing solos eliciting electric surf-rock mojo from shocking gothic soul.

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