Slipped Discs

Wand - 1000 Days

Maneuvering through psycho-groovy rock-boogie, “1000,” wows and plows around wavy amazements, constructing hippie-conscripted symphonies sifting trippy visions between grungy fuzz lunging in gurgling fury and flanged folk-jams prancing in cosmic sophistry. Exchanging zany daintiness for thunder-struck ruckus, Wand’s discombobulated sages spawn mythic misfits, whipping splendid mind-bending intentions into head-banging prog-operas where electric narcolepsy descends, bends and avenges with ragged imaginations.

Darwin Deez - Double Down

Spring-loaded goading from swinging opinions vetted in unfettered perceptions, Deez’s crisp wit flickers in shrewd hip-swiveling dissidence as cool dime-store Romeos unleash shark-like malarkey from slick tricked-out pop. Upbeat table-turning journaling backed by boss froth and chic cheek, “Double,” tumbles in snazzy songs strong on ironic homilies and catchy metaphors, slyly prying into lively reprisals while shyly driving court-jester life-lessons.

U.S. Girls - Half Free

Tectonic electronics adorned in stormy non-conformity, “Half,” wraps rattled theatrics around savage habits tuned to rebellious beat-heated jealousies. Serving dance-floor tourists throaty potions dosed in glowing incantations, U.S. Girls funnels haunted taunts into totalitarian clarions as corrosive hooks cooked with jungle cunning cavort among fiendish alt-rock arenas, bewitching trip-hop hostages caught by panoramic purgatories and bottled up inside baffling laboratories.

Joan Shelley - Over and Even

Spinning literate yarns into consoling poetry, Shelley’s rich folk voice and finger-picked guitars coax articulate descriptions from nurtured words whose timeless burdens carry motherly comforts inside gentle swells and sparse harmonies. Threaded and feathered in luminous acoustics and patient engagements, “Even,” weaves placid ballads into dashing tapestries hemmed in trembling assurance and wind-swept acceptance, sealing well-heeled feelings within hand-carved art.

Telekinesis - Ad Infinitum

Lofty cottony alt-pop compositions executed in beautiful synth-driven arabesques drizzled over brittle nimble bounce, “Infinitum,” tucks supple couplets inside free-spirited travelogues, turbo-charged sing-alongs,and sad-eyed monologues. Soul-baring, pre-sequenced secrets line Telekinesis’ cyber-syncopated daze relaying pulsating cravings to carpet heart-throb sobbing in grand, amorous fantasies while poignant romantic misfortunes float over circular percolations plying earnest truths in buoyant New Wave grooves.

Low - Ones and Sixes

Eliciting exquisite admissions through deliberately slippery mystery, solemn indie-rock golems power Low’s eclipsing whispers, enlisting persistent convictions corroded in quiet dares and mounting pressure. Rationing dark, feed-backed passions within super-saturated minimalism, “Sixes,” affixes efficient high-stakes restraint to condensed intensity whose solid methodical lottery straddles crackling chaos and radiant revelation. The gloaming slow-core Minnesotans play Madison’s High Noon Saloon September 18th.

Whiskerman - Nomad

Zapped in looking-glass flash, “Nomad,” wanders wantonly with peyote-folk panache searching among turbulent skyrocket births cleansed in reckless treks for posh cosmic jaunts where woozy strings wring galactic grit from drowsy gospel-rock riffs. Rootless suitors pursuing human connections, Whiskerman’s stately faith in vagabond escapes pits triple-dipped paisley against country-fried revivals to fuel bluesy spirals sweeping symphonic cascades over cathartic harmonics.

Samson the Truest - Come Back Shane

Crooning over subdued grooves making steady headway to imaginary sanctuaries, Brooklyn songwriter Samson’s easy-going charm gently rocks fireside insights into masterfully compassionate parables, melodic solace warms character-actor narratives into slow-burning parades glazed with persuasive side-winder kindness staging hopeful folk overtures alongside uncertain soul-searching curtain-calls. Sleepy alley-cat ballads, casually balanced, low-key and inquisitive, “Shane,” frames humble bedroom ballet inside poignant orchestration.

Joe Jackson - Fast Forward

Four bands assembled in four cities, the ambitious, “Fast,” crafts ballsy philosophy from articulate cynics’ sophisticated vagrancy; romantic scamps impatiently chasing polyrhythmic pop salted in salsa, mad-dog punk drunk on Caruso and exotic rock slathered in Arabic jazz. An uncanny analyst, Jackson’s sharp-tongued fun vents universal sentiments into savvy cabaret featuring belligerent sinners, jaded saints and explosive, precocious talk-show hosts.

Long Beard - Sleepwalker

Candle-lit trysts treading through jazz-backed jangle hidden in ambient brambles, Long Beard’s sonic cauldrons brew narco-folk oceans soaked in reverb-swirling maternity and soft sparkling arcs. Churning with vague yearning capped in passive rapture, “Sleepwalker,” weaves its lost horizons and bottomless fogs around clattering satellites unleashing pantry banshees strung from delicate electric canopies engulfed by wayward favors shipped in shining innocence.

City and Colour - If I Should Go Before You

Bold, blue-eyed falsettos perched between deep-seated power-chord missions and smitten pop-rock exhibitions, “If,” prowls, prods and paces in earnest second-chance anthems, red-blooded love-letter confessions and sly shadow-dancing advances. Embraceable fates reflecting on heavenly redemption through riverboat blues packed with rousing thunderclap backing, CAC’s insistent vindication runs on hopped-up optimism and crackling salvation to drive past high-jacked passions into tender surrender.

Ozere - Finding Anyplace

Evoking global chamber-folk beneath a lively mixture of crisp traditions, Ozere’s classically-trained musicians’ adventurous jigs, formal pastorals and deft two-steps serve harvest feasts on Sunday linen. Brisk mandolin and wishful violin mingle in cordial joys spiked with swift mischief, spinning, “Anyplace,” with dizzy gypsy pizzicato to twirl proper foxtrot debutantes besides diverting parlor-game flirts with parlayed pirouettes and unpretentious poise.

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