Slipped Discs

Gillian Welch - The Harrow and the Harvest

Despair transported through compassionate salvation, Gillian‘s crisp blues-baked biscuits feed the soul while easing tired bones and weary hearts. Resonant and refined, “Harrow,” embellishes wisely, speaking volumes in rich bluegrass tapestries overlaid in subtle Celtic runs and casual country-jazz licks. Impeccable Dustbowl Americana lovingly embraced, “Harvest,” trims tradition, updating with sharp, unvarnished vision.  Gillian plays Madison’s Capitol Theater July 21st.

Nick Jaina - The Beanstalks That Have Brought Us Here Are Gone

Hand-crafted and custom-tailored to specially selected singers, “Beanstalk,” compiles a menu that swings between mirthful and melancholy. Fashionable madrigals inside swooning moon-lit chamber-pop sonatas, composer Jaina produces luminous showcases inside bristling panoramas dressed in brass and strings.  The all-female voices bring dark romance to the bluesier tunes and back-lit allure to the exquisite art-folk flamencos and jazzy Appalachian swan songs.

Paleo - Fruit of the Spirit

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.

Woods - Sun and Shade

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.

Gardens and Villa - Gardens and Villa

Floating over chilled robot funk and distant subliminal falsettos, New Wave pagans swaddle medieval dream-pop and clubhouse Krautrock in slithering, hook-driven oblivion. Abandon phantoms trapped in analogue smog and retro-cyber beats, Garden and Villa’s freshman effort paints swishy digital moodiness bubbling from plastic happiness deploying sinister interstellar synths and flickering guitars cushioning butterfly flutes, boosted wig-outs and soothing alien subterfuge.

Smoke Fairies - Through Low Light and Trees

Sisterly tranquility pirouettes through throaty folk dipped in slinky mists and prowling pomp. “Trees,” weaves celestial serenity bobbing along the choppy waters of twisted steel guitar, prim hymns bursting into lofty rock. Prickly filigree embroidered in kudzu, Britain’s Smoke Fairies string Renaissance wings onto swamp-water incantations, massaging potent mojo into ancient mysteries. Catch them August 14th at Milwaukee’s Shank Hall.

Portugal. the Man - In the Mountain In the Cloud

Blasting past glam-rock boogie, funky electric blues and Zen guitar furies, “Mountain,” amasses cosmic Pentecostal stomps amid narcotic rainbow gospel. Mega-ramped mantra rock crests, arrests and sets fire to spiraling psychedelia, cradling granola mellow soul between crashing surges of blazing impatience. Roving leprechaun pop accosting Gothic haunts, P.tM’s action-packed wisdom and wishes encapsulate zigzagging cascades of spotless lava lamp logic.

Afrobeta - Under the Streets

Miami-based pulse hustlers, studio groovers and flashy scratch-masters, Afrobeta’s cougar moves, cooked hooks and DJ hearsay splices New Wave party-girl pumps, rapping disco rumbles and glossy trollop-rock poured over lubricated bass, stuttering synth-riffs, pinball beat-box and dishy, diva grievances. Edgy innovative dance-pop sizzles in polyrhythmic pleasures as, “Streets,” racks up sassy acid mash-ups, smart, tripped-out play-time and deliciously decadent get-downs.

Maria Taylor - Overlook

Ragged touches undercut undulating Southern charm, cloaked in consoling sympathy and poised on sleepy, slippery slopes, “Overlook,” cooks coy counsel alongside lavender fascinations fashioning heavenly elegance from folk-pop heartbreak. Enlisting family and self-producing, Maria’s languid longings and demonic harmonics harness demure decisions and bushy-tailed benevolence for harlequin seductions ranging from wounded to willful, bathed in shimmering admissions and defiant self-reliance.

Release the Sunbird - Come Back to Us

Humble wonders, wistful intimacy and folksy tranquility highlight Rogue Wave front-man Zach Rogue’s new side-project. Friendly genuine vibes and idyllic upbeat rides, RTS’s unencumbered takes and minimal overdubs conjure sweet, unimpeded camaraderie within discrete, unassuming synergy. Effervescent messages bounce beside bright, pastoral chords from tight, tasty guitars and glazed, syncopated keys, “Come,” shines over softly-spoken joys infiltrating bucolic alt-pop ballads. RTS play Madison’s East Side Club August 25th.

Brian Eno and Rick Holland - Drums Between Bells

Spinning vigorously digitized Afro-pop and mesmerizing New Age, Eno pairs mystical rhythms and primordial chorales against Holland’s calm truths and processed epiphanies. Manipulated palettes gallop as velvety ooze moves through synthetic stews, grouping moody mathematics around deprogrammed metaphysics. Integrating techno-speak from cyber-specters and vivid images from androgynous monologists, “Drums,” plummet crystal epistles past philosophical obstacles, scorching horns and jazzy patterns.

Wooden Shjips - West

Churning, squirming murmurs battle seething feed-back and pile-driving percussion while slithering chainsaw blues cruise saturated flash in a combustible combination of mind-blowing bliss. “West,” masterfully plasters sulfuric solos over discordant storms, twisting fistfuls of fuzzed-out guitars and thick wicked organ. Seismic miners, WS’s sinewy squalor breech and buckle under scathing sonic séances, co-opting cross-wired chakras for absorbing amorphous phantasmagorical fibrillations,

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