Slipped Discs

Sam Phillips - Don’t Do Anything

Cloaked in smoldering urges and singed regrets, Phillips chooses to shed skins for her first-time role as producer and let the songs shine. Dripping in black widow honesty, bump and grind beats and tossed aside lovers, Phillips’ rumbling guitars and skeletal piano turn, “Don’t,” into scathing, claws-out cunning.

Futureheads - This Is Not The World

Hammering home a fun-loving fondness for neo-future pop, Britain’s Futureheads parlay punch-drunk thunder into rigorous riffs, breakneck back-up and jacked-up jitters. “World,” flashes, pounds and twists, lifting New Wave formulas into dance- floor pandemonium – an uncaged roller-coaster of quips, flips and cut to the chase efficiency delivering the goods every time.

Joan As Police Woman - To Survive

A patient ghostly glow hovers over, “Survive,” as bohemian folk-soul gossamer meets simmering astral-jazz.  Joan’s honeyed homilies and tasty acoustic accompaniment swing from sensitive and solemn to magically inviting. Further lifted by wonderfully groggy electronics and Earth mother harmony, “Survive,” naturally unfolds as it joyfully explores.

T-Bone Burnett - Tooth of Crime

An apocalyptic operetta, “Tooth”, springs from Burnett’s collaboration with playwright Sam Shepard. A wickedly delicious slice of social dissection of its own, “Tooth,” uncovers a world of rusted twang and stark, Western gothic. Burnett’s characters rattle and rail, preoccupied by closeted conversations divulged inside purgatory’s confessional - coolly spooky sermons of cold-blooded salvation.

Veda Hille - This Riot Life

A drawing room renegade politely deconstructing preconceptions, Veda’s mini-symphonies and radiant arrangements trump quirky and transcend odd. Assembling enchanting, organic concertos of modern theater, Veda’s coy, sparring intelligence advances, “Riot,” from fluttering meditations to gale-force hymns, throwing divinity into tailspins and piloting delicate rapture among taunt tangos, lucid dreams trumpeting whimsical marches.

My Brightest Diamond - A Thousand Shark’s Teeth

Wrapped in lush, celestial robes, MBD’s latest shattering palate of sweet and sour, worldly and unearthly erupts with volcanic lust and soars into nesting banshees. Sumptuous eloquence enshrined in fluid cat-like stealth, “Teeth,” cuts through the clouds with swift, invigorating rhythms and bold, seething leaps writhing in splendid seizures.

Adron - Adron

Playfully enchanting as her double-tracked vocals roll around whimsical Brazilian guitar, Adron’s tropical bohemia is balm for the blistered soul. A refreshing recipe of fizzy logic and twinkling rhythms, Adron skips past cooing, cozy sips of girlish surrealism and slippery hippie happiness to conjure romantic café lives of porch swings, sandy beaches and sunny freedom.

Hercules And Love Affair - Hercules and Love Affair

Relentless then spooky then retro-groovy, Hercules’ strength lies in funky disco bass swimming inside a programmers paradise of seamless loops. HALA’s old school mirror-ball nostalgia slices sleepy divas into polished percussion; engineering endless nights of throbbing dance floors as late seventies seductions skip several generations to turn up the heat.

Jealous Girlfriends - The Jealous Girlfriends

Cool, new, competent and confident, TJG’s chic machine of impertinence and impermanence produces a marvelous meringue of hardened hearts and sad satisfactions. Packed among post-modern hooks and slick, calculated riffs, TJF’s hollowed choirs and demonic drizzle wallow in surreal ennui as shoe-gazing lullabies meet shimmering alt-rock and cocktail party taunts.

Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson - Miles Benjamin Anthony Robinson

Woozy waves of quiet acoustics and heady electric jams course through rambling revelation and casual confessions. Miles’ wildly inventive shaman shuffles and saintly paintings brew shadowy feelings, wide-eyed daydreams and heart-controlled gusto. Rising half-remembered, MBAR sounds weary but shipshape, steering between hopeful passion, lonely holiness and twister fist fights.

Black Ghosts - The Black Ghosts

Slick, affluent pop dances over oozing grooves. Dreamy cyber-soul slithers as slamming synths and edgy beats collide in intriguing electro-chic fandangos.  Alert to danger and excited by possibilities, TBG’s wicked thinking and love-drowned new-wave struts its mechana-goth glamour in boldly curious moves, sleuthing in powder puff glitter and pounding blue funk.

Little Pieces - Little Pieces

Clever, well-executed jangle, Little Pieces’ full-length debut springs to life with good-natured bounce, injecting wit into a driving mix of solid chops and gentle persuasions. LP’s refreshingly invigorating tunes patiently accelerate into riff-filled rampages, offering smart takes on familiar themes and updating the subtly twisted pop of Seattle with deceptively wholesome shenanigans.

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