Slipped Discs

Aoife O'Donovan - Age of Apathy

Lofty, dew-soaked vocals breathing in fleeting equilibrium, the coltish, folkish, “Apathy,” sweeps in sweet breezy jazz freedoms where endearing lyrics traipse suspended in articulate riffs, narcotic thoughts and melodic escapes. Surrounded by delicate elegance, O’Donovan’s muse moves through introspective questions cantering in liberating anthems, safely wafting among trade-wind ballads, a late evening serenade warmed in stirred yearning and checkered connections.

The Wombats - Fix Yourself Not The World

Erudite court jesters postulating brave mania while populating metaphorical stories with cock-eyed logic and flash-mob glamour, The Wombats announce private thoughts with demonstrative aplomb; devil’s advocates and savvy satirists jimmying pithy aphorisms into buff, customized pop-rock. A party record for intellectual refugees, yuppie nerds and polyester lotus-eaters, “Fix,” twists convincing epiphanies into pulp-fiction pop-quizzes, smooth clues included in crackerjack ear-candy.

Garcia Peoples - Dodging Dues

Slick city mystics enlist country squire blues to fuse the kaleidoscopic, “Dues,” into beautiful communal tribunals, six-string kingpins dodging and dislodging medieval folk inside cosmic jangle and twang. A positively electric collective, Garcia Peoples crackles in tight micro-jams, a psychedelic carnival breeching seamless transitions from root-rock prophecies sketching interconnected ecstasies to elevated revelations digging bicoastal hypnosis and soft-spoken psychedelic rainbows.   

Paul Draper - Cult Leader Tactics

Interstellar rock accosting institutional consumerism, Draper’s livid polemics and vivid pyrotechnics orchestrate cheeky malfeasance in lush strings, guitar armies and digitized rhythms; pairing logical consequence to sardonic politics with élan, romantic semantics dancing from clarity to despair. Packed in palatial sophistication. “Tactics,” elaborates dramatic synth-prog passages, manufacturing tough-love bluster alongside chrome-plated diplomacy, breathless depths messaging dancefloor quests wrestling pragmatic compassion.

A Place To Bury Strangers - See Through You

Flooded in ideas manifesting ominous promises APTBS balances leveraged heft and abrasive grace to fling abstract cataclysms into an overdriven abyss, grabbing frenzied slabs from distorted quarries for crushing alt-rock infrastructure on the brink of self-destruction. Lustful catapults crashing into trigger-happy bombast, “See” seethes in deep dark feelings buried by craven cave-ins, phantom landslides submerging furious blurs into willful thrills.

OMBIIGIZI - Sewn Back Together

Societal pledges, contested heritages and reverent identities haunt the hypnotic politics inside, “Sewn,” whose deeply rooted fusion pairs modern preponderance with mystical traditions cultivating narcotic indie-rock basted in droning vocal dream choruses poured over tight-knit riffs. Anishnaabe artists Daniel Monkman and Adam Sturgeon unleash feverish mediation through steady reflections, relentless tempos conjuring tempered momentum from tangible mantras promoting focused emotions.

Cate Le Bon - Pompeii

Liquid inquiries dripping jellyfish deliciousness over slithering synthesis, “Pompeii,” sashays through amniotic odysseys as cosmic plops fostering languid radiance bathe in sumptuous art-funk wonders, proverbial curries dancing in tantalizing confiding, cryptic riddles and charmed harmonics. Ethereal surrealist and future-pop pixie, Lebon fawns over lubricated cadence nestling quixotic thoughts within quivering enigmas while lurid allure merges lysergic swirls with grazing parades

SASAMI - Squeeze

Cagey mischief-maker SASAMI’s foxy pop-rock shines in pithy bewitching issuing two-pronged songs buffed in fuzz, ferocious mojo bolted to jack-hammer fantasies carving essential intentions with untamed gaming. Compact attacks storming past mixing-board borders into astute studio-tutored maneuvers, “Squeeze,” releases panoramic canvases exhibiting insane range and imaginative refashioning while retaining artistic anchors with classic passion offering competent opulence with confident options.

ADULT. - Becoming Undone

Hard grinds timed to sharp tongues and harsh parched hungers, “Undone,” lunges from edgy precipices into analogue squabbles lit in fluorescent menace and delivered with banshee immediacy hellbent on electronic domination. Beat-driven precision powers ADULT.’s sullen industrial insistence into manic transcendence, synchronized patterns battling claustrophobic poltergeists with rubbery push-button shudders and cyber-carny anarchy tag-teaming vaporwave vampires clamoring in stroboscopic lockdowns.

Los Bitchos - Let The Festivities Begin

Nimble conniptions swimming in Peruvian chica, Turkish psychedelia and Argentine cumbias, pan-continental instrumentalists Los Bitchos’ whirlwind surf-punk wedding-band vibes ride celebratory euphoria for communal grooves brewing exotic holidays. Vacation invitations swinging in contagious playfulness, “Festivities,” hits the hips with infectious head-trips, shedding pretentions, flouting conventions and shredding in mesmerizing tremolo rolling over subtle convulsions with giddy-up percussion and crazed bass.

Guerilla Toss - Famously Alive

Congealed surrealists Guerilla Toss demolish swaddled robotics inside blacklight psycho-sludge, concocting thick, gripping narco-pop lit in thunderous buzz and convulsive fuzz; delightful and spiteful, wholesome and loathsome.  Camouflaged in mammoth rampages, “Famously,” clobbers ravenous showstoppers in audacious mayhem, gleeful seizures and gallant insanity, an exorbitant neon fortress poured from cheering jackhammer lyrics into igneous glowstick glitz glitched, pitched and unhitched.

Yumi Zouma - Present Tense

Airbrushed crushes shimmering in invincible indie-pop, the heaven-sent, “Tense,”
sends modern valentines fashionably wrapped in tactful backbones, seductive muscle and dancefloor-driven, race-car hearts. A hook and melody machine clocking ultra-smooth moves from the inside track, Yumi Zouma retool sauntering confidence and unrestrained elation into splendid, shiny engines engineered with satin accuracy smitten with longing promises, parting remarks and lipstick symbolism.

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