Slipped Discs

Gruff Rhys - Seeking New Gods

Dear ideas swing in embraceable rock-pop opulence whose enchanted amps and deep toe-tapping beats prod, “God,” to camouflage transcendental themes in boppy comments, flashy catchphrase runarounds drawn into winged singalongs sparkling in marvelous artistry. Studio guru and grateful sage, Rhys’ wise, kind surprises take sneaky leaps over torqued chords with humble hummable summaries melting cheeky teases with hardy starry-eyed bravado.

Hide - Interior Terror

Banshee street-preachers and industrial-accident outcasts, Chicago’s harrowing HIDE harnesses sputtering ruptures performing metallurgical surgery with visceral incisions, swift insistent precision harboring harsh sonic carnage and bowery embattled cataclysms. Teletypes, iron spikes, crackling static and shattering glass become primal time-keeping creatures groaning and grinding beneath the distressed, “Terror;” edgy dread fed deafening existential polemics, looming pariah gloom and controlled psychic erosion.

Lindsay Ellyn - Queen of Nothing

Raw, refined, sassy and sublime, “Queen,” commands candid empathy with daunting economy, road-tested confessions hijacked in packed analogies ride solid rock-gospel while everyday fables bathed in rhinestone pop and astute conclusions bloom from ordinary portraits and classic country backing. Gifted in succinct writing wringing singular wisdom from fierce experiences, Ellyn’s naturally savvy talents impress, balancing brave statements alongside perceptive tenderness.

Anchorsong - Mirage

MIDI maestro and mood sleuth, Anchorsong operates exotic robotics replicating gleaming dream-states, multicultural orchestras spin winsome limbos over itchy rhythms for animated fantasies whose joyous choreography chase radiant parades sizzling in rain-forest journeys to sun-soaked beaches. Layered in playful polyphony, silky smooth grooves and bright blithe dynamics, “Mirage,” marries scholastic magic to global locomotion, circling worldly circuitry in elastic mashups.

John Hiatt with the Jerry Douglas Band - Leftover Feelings

Character-driven parables, honky-tonk sonnets cruising through bayou blues, “Leftover,” throws wistful wanderlust inside family celebrations, relaying fateful escapes and well-traveled nostalgia with rockabilly twang and moon-lit licks. Southern chronicler Hiatt lays campfire jams inside motorized daydreams placing the Jerry Douglas Band’s doleful dobro and slippery fiddle in the driver’s seat; low-riding revivalists revving heavenly melancholy beside sly Cajun boogie reprisals.

The Chills - Scatterbrain

Ghostly poetry blows past defiant dock-side rock, sheepishly creeping between boardwalk organs born from medieval cathedrals, The Chills’ analytical shanties channel quizzical expeditions churning murky turbulence into grand firebrand anthems. Melodic pop plotting nautical nocturnes launched into fearless lyricism, “Scatterbrain,” combine drama and delight; mysteries and revelations written in literate myths dipped in flaming echo-chambers, ballads capturing bathyspheres and bonfires.

Lipstick Jodi - More Like Me

Edgy exclamations coiled around feisty enticements, “More,” explores estranged entanglements lit in electric gloss; neon pondering traversing a busy city’s abyss trapping homesick labyrinths. Encrypted in tweaked keyboards and guitars, bottomless New Wave bass and gated shotgun drums, Lipstick Jodi decode slick midnight promises, charging carte blanche parties with hard-wired abandon from teasing sequences, unsettling presets and keen synth-pop sheen.

Liz Phair - Soberish

Anecdotal trophies squeezed between maternal concerns, admirable swagger and discerning verse, Phair pairs feminist presence sauntering with taunting confidence and true-life adventures centered around lyrical rear-view mirrors and candid indie-rock stamina. Incisive, descriptive, defiant and perceptive, “Soberish,” has nothing to prove and something to say, extolling and unfolding redemptive date-night diplomacy spiced with sizzling invitations, enticing advice and cautionary honesty.

Lightning Bug - A Color of the Sky

Hushed, lush, “Color,” conjures modest melodic odysseys feeding deep needs from undimmed wellsprings; sumptuous comforts gathering placid happiness from introspective messages softly pondering unrequited lives in dawning symphonics. Ephemeral chamber-folk sentinels basking in hazy daylight, Lightning Bug hosts supple well-constructed bluster shielding shoegaze angels from foggy propositions, revealing unyielding yesterdays in miniature reminiscences while cradling radiant patience through elusive truths.

Mind Maintenance - Mind Maintenance

Dancing trances for pleased yogis, Joshua Abrams and Chad Taylor, the intuitive world-jazz gurus behind Mind Maintenance’s self-titled debut pair North Africa’s guimbri and Zimbabwe’s mbira bridging cross-cultural gulfs through a subtle lulling touch marked by undeterred curiosity and flickering rhythms. Playful patterns clatter down phased staircase-mazes lifting Mind Maintenance’s shifting riffs with subliminal consistency; dissolving designs fostering modulating hypnotics.

Quivers - Golden Doubt

Ensemble-pop assembled in genial scenery for hook-laden sanctuaries, “Golden” holds broken hopes under rose-colored microscopes, examining jangly pain with savvy accuracy and upbeat treats. Second-guessing essays in affectionate conjecture and intellectual acceptance, Quivers’ literate deliverance brings genuine tenderness to crafted melodramas and stylish kindness to real feelings, hiding tidy pining hindsight behind lofty cosmic vaudeville filled with swooning honeymoon harmonies.

Devin Shaffer - In My Dreams I’m There

Placated dreamscapes and audio cinema verité revolve around Shaffer’s experimental musical experiences, surreal appeals waft past casual conversations erasing borders between intangible phantoms and sentient memories. Interconnected reflections dispersed among otherworldly swirls from strummed guitars brushed in reverb, reversal and reconnaissance, There,” rises half-relaxed and wholly open, diaries fired with quiet privacy left smoldering in hallucinogenic mentions and soft-spoken notions.

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