Slipped Discs

Katy Rea - The Urge That Saves You

Recorded live, the sensual sophistication exhibited in the uninhibited, “Urge,” merges bookish piano-ballad casualties into compassionate unscripted madness, bold episodes holding thoughts at bay before searing lyrical outbursts burn carousing lounge into the ground. Accompanied by flexible specialists, Rea unleashes sinful incantations with animal grace and grand humanity, rendering scathing impatience in exquisite visits to dark hearts and slithering suspicions.

Anna Mieke - Theatre

A flagship talent, Anna Mieke’s polyrhythmic wishes conjure cantering banners gently rendering rippling sympathies with placid pageantry, twisted mystery jigs sprinkling baroque jazz-folk riddled in enchanted images.  Mirthful verse carried by squirrely chamber-pop whirlwinds, mercurial urges stirring soothing acoustic nuance, “Theatre,” skips, hops and pirouettes with textured speculations etching breathless wallflower waltzes in flitting dragonfly whimsy and articulate ballroom curtsies.

Quasi Qui - Downloading A New Operating System

Cyber-smart dancefloor funk slung in fretless New Wave genuflections among soft dream-pop propositions, “Operating,” drops sultry bangers among hypnotic cat-walk seductions breathing steamy intrigue into cooing computer grooves. Bite-sized enticements swirling in hip-swiveling pivots and haunting taunts, Quasi Qui’s devious allegiances prance around chance encounters and primal pursuits, post-modern promises teasing charming carnal karma with supple struts and blockbuster hustle.

Smut - How The Light Felt

Maturity’s uncertainties swim in carbonated guitar-pop daydreams as Smut’s quivering rhythms, beguiling style and wicked riffs infiltrate melancholy rock with shimmering six-string solace, savvy mavericks bringing glistening deliverance to sage survivalists. A bright, tight-wrapped package, “Light,” polishes sentimental gemstones into tasty rock candy, well-designed sunshine baking unshakeable beliefs into stellar celebrations with stepped-up middle-eights crashing baited-hook jangle into towering power-chords.

Tenci - A Swollen River, A Well Overflowing

Art-song Americana baptized in lively vitality and unpretentious intelligence, “River,” delivers nimble wit with folksy vibrato, slow yodeling and barnyard glissando. Jovial, generous and authentic, Tenci’s warm, wide-eyed warbling transports tender memories into rudimentary ruminations where wonder takes wing and imaginative magic happens in bed-time stories around crackling hearths, nursery-rhyme paradigms dipped in unconditional innocence, searching curiosity and perceptive acceptance

Weyes Blood - And In The Darkness, Hearts Aglow

Hopeful vocals coaxing post-pandemic paradises from heavenly choirs and symphonic longing, Weyes Blood’s epic introspection mixes forgiveness and regret tinted in angelic visions evoking renaissance canvases washed in lush brushstrokes selling delicate melodies. Humble suffering glorified in gorgeous choruses, poignant hindsight finds, “Aglow,” open to fragile futures, nursing wounded moods into shining reminders rich in pitch-perfect concern and orchestrated empathy.

Donzii - Fishbowl

Whiplashed crackle from stutter-pop anarchists, sinister misfits Donzii launches propulsive slap-bass raves with caustic six-string time-bombs, ominous thoughts embedded in brittle prog-rock metal and showered in clattering New Wave shadows. Divine techno-funk throwbacks ransacked in brusque feline insolence, “Fishbowl,” holds cyber-punks hostage with wonderfully hallucinogenic frenzies, pouty routers hard-wired to schizophrenic detonators with threatening temptations, soft narcotics and finicky synergy.

Black Ox Orkestar - Everything Returns

Drawn from traditions surrounding the Jewish, Slavic, Arabic, and Central Asian diaspora, “Return,” yearns and spurns, sauntering along delicate melancholy partnered with dignified whimsy, frivolous in generous pleasantries and unequivocal in facing misfortunes. A transient pantheon spicing lives with emotional poetry proudly mounting philosophical resolve, Black Ox Orkestar honors, reveres and forges ahead, lamenting then celebrating, marrying hope with closure.

Brendan Benson - Low Key

Multi-talented maestro, Benson’s keen pop comprehension seeks encyclopedic feats with astute grooves depicting life on the road, whether paying dues in soulful brass wrapped around country-blues or tasting freedom gleaming in power chords rigged with pithy riffs. By reconciling miles traveled in clever couplets, “Low Key,” captures biographical snapshots in rearview mirror romances, ramping three-minute anthems into taunt cautionary tales.

Terence Fixmer - Shifting Signals

Engines fed and revved, scattered schematics reformatted into tense suspenseful purges, “Signals” slathers tabulated palpitations deploying wobbly modulations dropped among programmed animosity; predatory obstacle courses pitching gritty friction into thick gooey contusions.  Electronic beat sequenced conjugator, Fixmer throws the sleek among the slime, pairing grace with grime, crossing berserk circuits caged in scrapes with industrial ambience moored to oily dancefloors.

Sophie Jamieson - Choosing

Destiny taunts phantom answers dancing in Jamieson’s flaming torch-songs, navigating sad ballads between simple admissions simmering in minimal beginnings and elaborate ladders bridging stirring murmurs emerging from forlorn corners into dogfight flights under open skies. Folk-rock roots weaving indie-twisted pitfalls among singer-songwriter pinnacles, “Choosing,” casts therapeutic prudence and confidential entries into vicarious prayers layered in crossroads atonements and keyhole focus.

White Lung - Premonition

Double-fisted triplets ambushing buzzsaw symphonics in laser-guided crossfire spirals and razor-sharp stomp-boxed harmonics, “Premonition,” tears past vast havoc into sublime sonic cauldrons calling for all to feast, electric fretwork stretched over ravenous bungee-jumping caverns crashing five-alarm banquets in victorious glory. Secret weaknesses vanquished with famished banshee surgery, White Lung’s farewell album gleams in steamy teamwork, proficient synchronicity and tireless pyrotechnics.

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