Slipped Discs

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.

Aimee Wilson - Unto Us the Sun

Stoic harps, nomadic pianos and rumbling tympanis weave tentative sentiments around weathered memories; the dappled, magical, “Sun,” circles and skirts elaborate madrigals, emergent dirges and Saxon ballads exploring flaxen passages beneath macramé mazes. Dramatic chamber-jazz tactics open brooding moods as spiritual pilgrim Wilson surrenders to indigenous mysteries spun from elusive truths hiding intangible challenges for hypnotic frolics and discerning journeys.

Minus the Bear - Infinity Overhead

Sculpting flash from bombast dodging fleet-footed push-backs, Minus’ fiery rock applies light-weight precision to hover-crafted harmonies. Scouting muscular struggles, impassioned crashes stitching rich riffs into twisted two-fisted sizzle, “Infinity,” remodels melodic assaults through laser-based prog-pop options where cathartic starts of relentless kinetics spin brazen brain-candy from sparkling guitar, smart synths and swift, pummeling percussion. MtB plays Milwaukee’s Rave September 14th

Poor Moon - Poor Moon

Slowly coaxing sleepy vocals from strolling ghosts and bearded spirits, “Moon,” grooms skimming hymns, quaint fables and marimba-trimmed whimsy into lofty dream-boat anecdotes, quietly piloting dock-side soul into alt-folk harbors and circus-purchased caravans into syncopated havens. Charmingly tuneful lunatics, PM’s swinging minstrels wrestle generous penance from quasi-tropical fodder and nautical odysseys from restless tempests; radiant melancholy guided by starry-eyed castaways.

Natural Child - Hard in Heaven

Wrangling Chuck Berry benders behind Stooges blues and Stones bonuses, NC’s combination grease-monkey jungle-rockers and ravaged, red-neck boogie-blasters snarl, gargle and slither from rambling honey-suckled ruckus to narcotic garage-rock proselytizing. A tattered baptism of curbside service, “Heaven,” cleanses through hellfire hand-jive doused in rousing country-punk twang spread across limber R&B rhythms, piston-shifting slow-rides cruising through moonlit jams on endless highways

Cat Power - Sun

A beacon of steamy bohemian shuffles and brisk, shimmering opinions splashed over bayou-hungry grooves, “Sun,” plunders ragged scats, cooked hooks and vixen fiction for folk-soul rainbows covered with corrosive notions and stamped in enchanted incantations. Citing frightening modern maladies, CP’s casual valor crackles in warmly familiar misfortunes, whirlwind wisdom and sensitive benevolence braving outraged saviors, prudent suitors and kindred sinners. Cat Power plays Milwaukee’s Pabst Theater on October 29th.

Beth Orton - Sugaring Season

Longing melancholy filtered through jazz, folk, country and soul, Orton’s first effort in six years continues to create discrete meetings for introspective specters. Guiding silences sail through drizzly mysteries while personal mirth gallops over swooning orchestration, “Sugaring,” dances in brilliant twilight ruminations engaging nuanced acoustics; frail epics blossoming into brave, unfettered confessions. Beth lights up Milwaukee’s Turner Hall October 9th.

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.

Anne Heaton - Honeycomb

Tactfully adapting Sufi verse, Catholic prayers and Coldplay, a harmonically rich singer-songwriter, Heaton squeezes playfully dainty pop topped in warm intimate folk; joyous voyages from a smart, sweet songbird. Dripping in graceful haste and melodic valentines, “Honeycomb,” springs, swims and sasses challenges, turning perceptive memories into luscious pillow-talk, hip sophisticated whimsy into Christmas wishes and heady editorial into cozy poetry.

PAWS - Cokefloat!

Coaxing grown-up slogans from teen taunts exuberant Brits knit razor-sharp riffs to honest insolence and pop-rock props to deafening wit. Raw, authentic and anthemic, “Cokefloat!” promotes cheeky, squeaky wheels and precocious notions consumed in smarmy karma and outspoken devotions to broken hearts, hard truths and youthful folly. Guitar-powered panthers prowling alt-rock vaudeville, PAWS chops adolescent angst into voracious, contagious mini-operas

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.

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

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