Slipped Discs

Calexico - The Thread That Keeps Us

Strong songs conjuring nuanced narratives inside miniature cinema soundtracks, “Thread,” strings laughing brass and growling guitars between barrio blues and field-hand fiestas hopping from solid indie-rock to gentle Tex-Mex chamber-folk to quinceañera party-funk. Ignited by vigilant sympathy for modern hardships, Calexico translates pride and honor into cautious optimism and valiant perseverance detailing small-time triumphs over age-old challenges and down-to-earth concerns.

Hollie Cook - Vessel of Love

Pulled by shore-bound waves, Cook’s blazed reggae bobs and drifts in tranquil tropical awesomeness providing shaded sanctuary to supple supplicants rockin’ narcotic positivity with destressed treasures tethered to spiritual pleasures. Freedom squeezed between sun-baked melodica and dub-soaked trap-kits, “Love,” liberates minds, hearts and bodies in suggestive festival caresses from hemp-temptress’ beckoning questions offering sensual sea-side redemption through prime island unwinding.

Shopping - The Official Body

Stacked in hyperactive passion announcing grass-roots counseling alongside animal-paneled pouncing, blunt British dance-punks Shopping jump past slumming proletarian presumptions with breakneck pecks and slithery rhythms from rooftop sleuths cruising urban jungles. The snappy clash between willfully fidgety guitar, wriggling fingered bass and twitchy tumbling drums cascade, “Official,” into careening street-parade paranoia with chain-clanging danger lurking behind every lurching, assertive verse. 

Mimicking Birds - Layers of Us

Deep-shag magnets grab placid jangle-rocked psych-pop while the plush head-rush tucked in, “Layers,” peels slow-motion vertigo from swinging whimsy for courteous dervishes wringing shimmering lyrics from sun-soaked foot-notes. Melodic, space-age soothsayers, Mimicking Birds shepherd electric fret-filled daydreams bouncing around big-sky horizons and diamond-studded beaches in translucent shaman harmonies. The Portland outfit plays FRZN Fest January 18th at Madison’s Majestic Theater.

Holy - All These Worlds Are Yours

Paisley-upholstered roller-coasters tie epic messages to dashing crashes, melting thundering crescendos into zany bangers with dizzying synchronicity and pivoting divinity as, Holy’s blown-minds anoint orchestrated head-trips in bell-bottom bluster and power-pop counter-point. Gorgeous distortion filtered through kaleidoscopic thoughts wrapped around astral blasts and flashback panache, “Worlds,” curls in swirling cut-and-paste riffs from mythic witnesses switching cosmic melancholy for blissful well-wishing.

Porches - The House

Wooed in precious auto-tuned swoons fluttering over freshly-plucked percussion and subtle sultry synths, “House,” hosts sophisticated tastes whose aches quake and memories tremble; bon vivant savants’ tender architectural splendor supporting liquid glass tapestries poured over beseeching cotton-candy balladry. Heaven-sent sentimentalist Porches presents spellbound sonics surrounding emotional quandaries and haunting promise. The cyber-phantom romantic plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon February 23rd.

Ezra Furman - Transangelic Exodus

Quirky, acerbic burlesque reviving glitter-bomb funk with savage back-catalog swagger, “Transangelic,” telegraphs juicy velvet-crushed struts around tortured misfortune while ravenous tramp-rock pageantry jars in joyous flamboyance. Show-biz kisses tied to misfit wit, Furman’s dishy disclosures turned uninhibited smack-downs crackle in pop-culture sass and revel in devilish truths; exposing trauma to karma on drum-machine pulpits in hook-heavy temples with street-wise choirs.

Field Music - Open Here

Concocting sardonic tonics, angular earth-angels Field Music sparkle and fizz in pristine pizzazz flagging buzz-saw New Wave dance-rock spritzed in ethereal harmonies, impertinent verses and narcotic string-quartets. Groovy utopian spoofs coated in cheeky teases and electro-baroque hocus-pocus, “Open,” wriggles in wry socio-economical romps circling ironic bourgeois pomp as savvy capitalistic ballads gallop in cosmopolitan dogma, satirical lyrics and post-global romance.

Cecil Frena - The Gridlock

Dynamic stamina enraged and engaged in spunky punk-pop gloss and faultless alt-rock curiosity, “Gridlock,” stalks melodic contraband, building billowing fury from tender desperation while sneaking sweet, fleeting details into supersonic extravaganzas. Fresh impressions and encyclopedic expediency keeps Frena’s solo debut sharp but slippery, roaming over unexplored territories to harvest scrumptious bluster packed with exacting thoughts, familiar feelings and novel thrills.

Marlon Williams - Make Way For Love

A soothing croon blessed with restless textures inside perfect pitch, Williams’ gilded tombstone baritone melts unwise desires into dark-hearted Valentines swinging on golden-throated hopes and rockabilly melancholy.  Whether unadorned or arranged in anxious danger, aloof beauty consumes, “Love,” with frail bittersweet regalia housing bartered cathartic regrets where brooding solitude proves to be sumptuous company for misbegotten shadow-boxers and garden-party pariahs.

Joan As Police Woman - Damned Devotion

Cobra hypnosis flickering in prickly rhythms, “Devotion,” provokes soulful vogue strolls touched by runway-model coddling; purring allure perched in flirtatious patience like sleep-walking catnaps taken in fiendish Venus fly-traps awaiting tasty contact with ravishing magic. Empowered by Joan’s sensual progressions, chain-gang syncopation and subtle untroubled melodies, unshakeable boldness holds court over slinky visions assembling royal processions down proud prowler’s playgrounds.   

I'm With Her - See You Around

Honey-dipped traveling-songs brewed in mountain-gospel blues whose restorative organics blossom in wholesome vocals and neighborly narratives, I’m With Her serves rich sunlit traditions with refreshing zest from sonorous sorority. Modern, cultivated roots-music, “Around,” resounds in boundless banjo mandolin counterpoint, electric folk-guitar runs and willowy fiddle fills to fulfill, sustain, comfort and advise.  The trio plays Stoughton Opera House February 28th.

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