Slipped Discs

Marissa Nadler - Strangers

Floating above bewitching mists of quivering riffs, devious ether permeates languid twang snaking through lanky naked cadence; Nadler’s breathy vespers conspire in ominous honesty wielding world-weary queries through exquisite narcoleptic suggestions. The cautious, toxic, “Strangers,” offers thoughtful gossamer to mask lethargic carnage behind softly modern gothic; self-confessing processionals luring turbulent concerns down haunted hallways holding suspicious wishes under phantom banter.

Fruit Bats - Absolute Loser

Wry insights tucked inside casual attitudes, “Absolute,” captures classic cinematic waxing where starry-eyed melodies sail faithfully around troubadour-infused chamber-folk. Turning alt-country assumptions into candied Americana whose kind primal comforts warm and restore in strummed guitars and sweeping strings, FB’s Eric Johnson tussles with probing roving shuffles and sophisticated serenades, proving equally adept at meandering panhandler ballads and cultivated indie-pop homilies.

Pantha du Prince - The Triad

Zipping through sparkling cyborg forests packaged in fearless engineering, Pantha reboots contemporary pretense into translucent futures; ping-pong paddling past twinkling water-park pachinko, soulful disco posted in zero-gravity while percolated artifice flits and whisks off virtual cliffs. Gentle arcades parading in trippy textures envision embryonic harmonics toggling electric wedges beneath iridescent incubators to create dance-able mantras, protoplasmic attractions snagging rhythm-driven visions.

Tony Joe White - Rain Crow

Memory’s embers glowing in smoky blues infused with sweltering Delta boogie, gritty sidewinder guitar and flinty gravel-voiced stories; “Crow,” rides hallowed shadows in rampant drum-circle thunder, rasping and grasping in circling urges and menacing contention. Desperate for an exorcist, White’s stony moments roll locomotive notions past devilish testaments, driving feverish fandangos spiked in spell-binding iron-clad tragedies railing against unwavering fates.

Car Seat Headrest - Teens of Denial

Armed with genuine guards-down charm amid snowballing squalor, CSH addresses post-millennial conflicts encapsulated in slow-roasted, lo-fi epics. Experimental adventures toasted in triumphant trumpet and scrawny six-string flings bursting in quotable anecdotes, ripped quips and free-floating slogans, “Denial,” piles autobiographical slacker-passions propped onto soapbox indie-rock; mild-mannered rambles germinated in good-natured swipes ignite penetrating mayhem ripened under road-tested tempests and street-wise cries.

Anna Vogelzang - Hiker

Warm, inviting art-folk supported by spry lively backing, “Hiker,” purrs and pirouettes in sweet lyrical gumdrops; tuneful, mouth-watering novellas brimming in bounce, bop and cheek. Balancing craft and inspiration, Vogelzang’s playful language betrays mysterious maturity with self-reflective similes nestled in timeless mindfulness as pleasantly hesitant preferences navigate woozy afternoon cruises drifting in sun-splashed jazz from studio-savvy tag-teams skimming grinning country-lounge.

Moonface and Siinai - My Best Human Face

Warrior-citizens holding commanding anthems for ransom, “Face,” rides neo-romantic loneliness into grand, glorious places. Mounting jagged attacks with cavernous bombast, Wolf Parade’s Spencer Krug’s alter-ego Moonface mind-melds with demonic-rockers Siinai to spray-paint urban verve over molten brimstone. The clamoring vanguards slither in suspicious diligence uncoiling snake-oil choruses lathered with savvy pathology, dredged from shredded edges and simmered in clenched vengeance.

Deerhoof - The Magic

Tinkering in twerk-worthy earthiness, Deerhoof’s psychedelic shin-digs dodge and bop atop unstoppable chops, popping out funky home-grown grooves alongside noise-pop juggernauts. Heavy with levity, the foursome’s unpredictably trippy frack-rock talents gets goosed and let loose for fun, wigged-out hullabaloos. Euphoric avant-garage barn-burners dressed in reckless affection and smile-filled abandon turns the snap, crackle and blunt head-rushes inside, “Magic,” positively magnetic.

Rae Fitzgerald - Popular Songs for Wholesome Families

Sequestered with questions and plagued by doubts, patient, sanctioned tales drift in cozy proposals and humane refrains while, “Wholesome,” promotes hopeful moments in hand-holding folk and frail, sophisticated soul. Confronting uncomfortable feelings with bare-boned poems gathered from tarnished karma, Fitzgerald builds strong confident pleads for intimate release, achieving subdued resolution after fever-breaking heartache cautiously launches tantalizing analysis over waltzing indie-pop.

Whitney - Light Upon the Lake

Laid-back hep-cats laying aggressive dexterity over shiny rhinestone harmonies, Whitney’s gleaming creamy bayou-country joys buoy polished swamp-water tonics in frisky riffs, sure-handed swing and breezy demeanor. Touched in crisp brass and strung in gurgling guitars, “Lake,” placates with luxurious purrs immersed in kind reminders and hummable comforts; a well-planned adventure whose bright whistle-stop philosophy draws primrose paths down hobo holidays.

Oh Pep! - Stadium Cake

Upending convention in friendly misdirection, “Stadium,” stages cagey parlor-pop in lofty flash-mob sophistry, scrubbing subtle rebuttals and compassionate acts into smart, propulsive melodies. The smooth Australian duo’s catchy macro-ballads pledge tender confections to cosmopolitan confessions. Prying sly prizes from unsuspecting connections, Oh Pep’s dazzling cabaret highlights life’s small victories, personal triumphs and common failings in giddy rhythms and perky proclamations.

Still Parade - Concrete Vision

A velvet-vampire’s feast complete with bleeding hearts, eternal yearning and immortal fortitude, Still Parade’s thick analogue fog flogs narcoleptic flutter from chillwave cavalcades, cooing fool’s bargains for high-stakes infatuations ransacking lush love-songs coated in Vaseline dreams. Blushing behind troubled crushes, “Vision,” swoons in soft synthesized wonder; plush upbeat chords absorbing delicious somnambulist’s road-trips with refined pining from scheming choirboy daydreams.

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