Slipped Discs

Editors - Violence

Brash, air-brushed hustle tainted in anguish and thirsty for terse purges, Britain’s level-headed Editors strong-arm suave, tarnished hearts pivoting in slithering alt-rock riffs ripped from romantic dance anthems.  Hungry, urbanized enticements spiced in tender regrets and thundering encouragement, “Violence,” pits glaring cynicism against blind faith; steamy, preening allegiances pairing locomotive percussion to devoted emotions and dark guitars to careful despair.

Deathlist - Fun

Penetrating bass races around heated rock beats driving sinewy six-string blues whipped in grit and laced in sinister, big-sister intimidation; “Fun,” runs hot and bothered plundering solitude’s dungeons while baiting double-dating danger with breathless reckless pleasure. Exacting slash and burn terms churning life-affirming ear-worms, the coy, cautious Deathlist grips defensive desires riled in fiery distrust and dipped in frenzied consent.

Cloud - Plays with Fire

Sparked by trippy sixties bliss and nineties shoe-gazed glaze, the intrepid, blessed Cloud bakes hazy, fuzzed-out blazes among blithe sighing, folk-singer hopes and psychotropic commotion for subtly rumbling indie-pop parfaits. Gifted in placid, triple-tracked daydreams, “Fire,” fuses familiar feelings to unbound surroundings, offering modest optimism simmered in bittersweet cosmic-rock and set free to wander in harmonic wonder among interconnected reflections.

Amen Dunes - Freedom

Subterranean restraint seizes clenched sensual laments inside the tightly bridled, “Freedom,” whose foolish dreams teem in edgy soul magnetized in steely panther glances cast among shadow-captured attractions. Embroiled in foiled stories, insinuated sympathies and inexpressible revelations, Amen Dunes’ ruminating tastes pace mental cages where shifting rhythms clocking persistent thoughts stalk lost memories in thin, synth-rinsed fogs and intriguing, minor-key mazes.

Suuns - Felt

Interstellar bottom-dwellers Suuns stoke tense, probing microtones into lurid, industrial furnaces burning mechanical alien samplings; contorted, Gordian knots tied by sneaky, schematic strategists keen on discreet frequencies. Timid minimalism skittering in antsy post-nuclear trances heighten paranoid self-absorption and eerie conspiracy as, “Felt,” superimposes eroding ghosts over menacing presence manifesting half-buried tremors exposing glowing, cyber-snaked databanks primed in grimy, post-pillaged villainy.

Yo La Tengo - There’s A Riot Going On

Pleasant experiments sated in reverent contentment, “Riot,” distills musical history’s pre-millenial side-streets into calm, contemplative journeys where ambient post-rock mingles alongside jazz-abstracted pop and Afro-Cuban lounge grooves flit among staid serenades. Delicate intent cements Yo La Tengo’s dependable independence with quiet, pervasive cravings anchored to tranquil blankets; docile, melodic motifs cloaked in luxurious convergences courting direct affection through introverted flirting.

Gum - The Underdog

Thick, wonky psychedelics morph pliable plastic soul from cozy programmable prog-rock, Gum’s savvy dramatics feature phlanged jams, turbo-charged harmonics and steam-cleaned keyboards, perfect strobe-lit choreography for dry wits and mobile hips. Waking from sedated dreamscapes inside rainbow echo-chambers “Underdog,” doles out wavy space-age funk-dunked flashbacks, camouflaging disparaging remarks in glorious Technicolor while surrounding drowsy lunar-lounge soundtracks in fizzy seltzer-pelted feelings.

Air Waves - Warrior

Orphaned love-sick indie-pop steeped in jaunty Krautrock jangle and calm New Wave patience, “Warrior,” wrangles glowing neon synths around sleepy six-string rhythms driven in cruise-controlled roller-coasters. Picture midnight pastel carousels swaying under LED starlight as Air Waves’ faithful choruses court Aurora Borealis Valentines pining in divine compliance, a guilty romance mixtape simmered in contrapuntal spunk, counterbalanced talent and sing-along sincerity.

Simone Felice - The Projector

Gifted in honest, authentic, lyrical diction, Felice’s sparse, cinematic scenarios address fresh questions to old lessons; tragic, fact-checked concessions reaching deep into conflicted folk-blues fictions unbending in belief and trembling in amends. First-person pearls captured in steely realism,  “Projector,” selects solemn responses bravely facing character-drawn problems to world-weary experiences, whether one-act parables seeking reasons or personal history hurting with purpose.

Paul de Jong - You Fucken Sucker

A Turing test with Tourette’s, “Sucker,” disassociates and negotiates, stimulates and sublimates, leaping between the subliminal and the criminal through gothic-blues mind-control blending Dickensian references, terror-riddled ragas sparring schizophrenic targets and manipulated field-recordings exploring stymied ironies. Donning multiple sonic costumes, de Jong conjures conceptual laboratories to concoct provocative art, juxtaposing gross notions broaching social boundaries beside rebellious critiques preaching mirror-holding sociology.

Laura Veirs - The Lookout

Drawn from home-baked jazz-folk moments arranged in cool, modern-pop, Veirs’ clear, uncluttered visions circle over canyon trailheads and penthouse patios, caressing impressions flickering with wistful sophistication. Airy, tailored rhinestone arias, “Lookout,” oversees warm words tuned to steel guitars and string quartets; elemental memories ride ascending melodies bundled among maternal wonder and trusted comforts frolicking alongside high-flying swing-sets and gentle jungle-gyms.

Youth in a Roman Field - Storm Conductor

Launched in feathers and fleece swirling beneath wind-tossed chamber-pop, “Storm,” swarms with voluptuous vocals blossoming in rosined rondos wound around klezmer melancholy and swept under art-salon two-steps. The curious, courteous Youth pursues high-minded muses using willowy looped violin prowling in edgy, rural acoustics; plucked spider-web arpeggios prepped for brain-salad surgery while existential tensions buzz in bedroom-jazz ballads and crossroads-devil temptations.

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