Slipped Discs

Me'Shell NdegeOcello - Devil’s Halo

Effortless confessions bathed in swirling, sterling fusion, “Halo,” glows iridescently, prowling seductively, flooding the senses in creamy funk, luscious vibes feeding jazzed imaginations. Ndegeocello’s magical incantations gracefully penetrate the subconscious floating, half-spoken memories wrapped in supple soul, roaming and overflowing, a squirming firmament of sophisticated riffs, dynamic shifts and drifting bewitching twilight visions.

Wallpaper - Doodoo Face

Studio hoodlums commandeer the chronic and ironic, using party-fueled bravado and auto-tuned disco balls to conjugate one funky Pixar slam-down. Techno-gloss lip service carries pastel synths past eighties skating rink rhythms. Wallpaper’s ringtone craftsmanship pulls plugs and rehashes patches as retro-chic meets squeaky clean freaks for robotized revelry, hard-wired free-for-alls upgraded and infiltrated.

Hidden Cameras - Origin:Orphan

Pop songs draped in self-doubt, starched marches hurtling bittersweet syncopation, THC’s insistent post-modern skiffle tackles existential dilemmas through reverberating harmonies, organizing forceful oratory into glorious buoyancy. A Greek chorus of Canadian comedians, “Origin,” unleashes a somber circus whose pratfalls lines roll off the tongue and whose dark forest voices burst into song.

Yoko Ono's Plastic Ono Band - Between My Head and the Sky

Fables, haikus, purrs and moans, “Head,” creates steamy Edens and cyber-smooth utopias. Surrounded by a cosmopolitan cast of avant-garde forerunners, Yoko’s immaculate future music mixes philosophical tone poems with polished erotic pop as laid-back jazz, digital dance and urban rock toss impeccable improvisations into new intuitive solutions.

Project Skyward - Moved By Opposing Forces

Steamy dreams and writhing twilight flights glow through molasses valleys; unearthly curtains of smoldering, windswept synthesizers and narcotic bass. PS’s celestial grandeur engages galactic techno through floating ghosts and flickering twitches. Cosmic free-falling within oceanic fantasies, “Opposing,” operate pneumatic factories, crossing boundaries into alien electronics, drowsily resurfacing inside thick, moody atmospheres.

Carolyn Mark & N.Q. Arbuckle - Let’s Just Stay Here

Frank, beautiful heartache captured inside barnstorming story-songs, “Stay,” chases modern tales down darkened alleyways as Mark shoots sparks fronting Canada’s premiere bronco-busting frontier band. Reflective and revved-up, the group’s boot-strap rebuttals are grimy reminders taken for a spin then drinks, good times flowing over toasty twang and rodeo riffs.

Joao Orecchia - Hands and Feet

Processed layers welded into seamless streams of jittery digital fidgeting, Joao’s overstocked toy box simmers alongside bantering banjos, wheezing concertinas and listing violins. Blue Man boogie for beats, blips and purring whirligigs, “Hands,” juggles cuckoo clock rock, cyber-fried lullabies and pump ‘n crunch electro-funk for effusive musical Sudoku and groovy, geo-synchronized synergy.

Curtis Harvey - Box of Stones

Gently genuine, the congenial, nimble-fingered troubadour whose multi-instrumental skills also include a talent for understated lyrics parlays a childhood affection for bluegrass to fuel his long-awaited solo debut with rich, melodic charms. “Box,” crafts tightly-woven tomes offering immediate relief, imposing subtly constructed rocking chair thoughts to crisp, swinging, altogether calming, fireside desires.

Los Cenzontles with David Hidalgo & Taj Mahal - American Horizon

A bump and grind banquet of sumptuous Tex-Mex, spooky barrio blues, joyful party tunes and soul-searching serenades, this hearty collaboration proudly parades squeeze-box cumbias, spicy folk-rock and intimate audio scenarios. Detailing the migrant worker’s plight, “Horizon,” is anchored by tradition but flowers through invigorating rock-blues fusions.

Brazos - Phosphorescent Blues

Brazos’ alt-folk affectations give way to minimalist chamber pop; textural confections fostering poetic ambitions, ceaseless free verse tumbling over cascading counterpoint. Twittering figures build sensuous tensions while, “Phosphorescent,” generates images and visions bound to exultant beats, hobo hopes stitched with hippie mantras seething beneath solemn streets, a stage-struck bohemia of everyday opulence and casual insight.

Glass Ghost - Idol Omen

Nebulous tenors narrate disembodied biographies swimming in impish synths, slithering between machine beats and tumbling, jungle percussion. A short-circuited circus of post-modern androids sorting through shattered reality, Glass Ghost hosts day-glo hymns addressing bureaucratic static. Mesmerizing, intoxicating and strangely familiar, “Idol,” calls forth Major Tom promises from Kafkaesque scenarios and Clockwork Orange dreams.

Tegan and Sara - Sainthood

Examining how far from perfect we are, T&S volley teasing, time-bomb tempos into impetuous, kinetic calisthenics, confronting choppy-water obstacles to snare love’s illogical lobbying. Tactful battleaxes parlaying blasts of bashing pop into frantic romance, “Sainthood,” is frosted to neon perfection - a pipsqueak blitzkrieg buffed into intense, anxious, well-timed insolence designed for maximum impact.

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