Slipped Discs

Joan of Arc - He’s Got The Whole This Land Is Your Land In His Hands

Freaky future-pop jams move to amuse overactive catalogers as, “Hands,” slams sonic oddities against free-verse curses; cunning puns tumble over rickety riffs while loopy grooves boogie beneath jigsaw monologues.  Making tasty tunes from haphazard patterns by weaving intriguing collegiate seizures into unpredictable art-punk missiles, Chicago’s Joan of Arc build science-blinded ironies from eclectic intellects, coordinating disordered oratory around deadpan mechanics.

Fred Thomas - Changer

A modern chronicler with the gift for gab, Thomas’ uncommon commentaries nail contemporary life with supple wit whisked into frenetic sketches and melodic observations crammed inside ambling tangents. Offering heavenly synth instrumentals and rabid minstrel binges, “Changer,” ranges from solemn indie-rock to sly punk-pop for a petulant session compiling vital DIY spunk from shredded op-eds, savvy caveats and peanut-gallery rallies.

Mark Eitzel - Hey Mr. Ferryman

Elegant exercises whose effortless lyricism cruises through lush chords into electric solos with sophistication, grace and finesse, “Ferryman,” basks in emotional grandeur cultivating introspective reflections within romantic abandon. An unguarded bard turned aloof crooner, Eitzel alongside producer Bernard Butler distill despondent correspondence from consoling souls slow-dancing to stolen hopes and sumptuous despair; earthly mercies stirring transcendental penance with monumental tenderness.

Bash & Pop - Anything Could Happen

Lo-fi tigers colliding in double-barreled rockabilly benders and smarmy garage-rock raves, Tommy Stinson’s Bash & Pop demolishes by swinging rhythms attacking deranged twang while trolling a rip-roaring Rolodex of snarling roadhouse blues. A rollicking, rocketing joyride, “Anything,” swerves with curve-ball assaults heralding feral melt-downs primed in street-wise desires and con-artist barn-burners. Bash & Pop play Milwaukee’s Cactus Club January 13th

Allison Crutchfield - Tourist In This Town

Sweetened in synths and reinforced by lean, muscular percussion, “Tourist,” empowers and devours with life-affirming urgency, plunging into epic alt-rock with beguiling folk-pop honesty, confronting psychological obstacles in uninhibited descriptions and first-person certainty, Branded in animated hindsight, unapologetic conjecture and level-headed revelations Crutchfield’s enlarged heart reveals a restless edginess that takes no prisoners while liberating desperate efforts with infectious messages.

Tim Cohen - Luck Man

Warm and fuzzy wonder washes over Cohen’s cozy notions, trippy sympathies and jocular journeys, elevating quasi-narcotic concoctions from hippie-dipped simplicity to epic medicine for psilocybin sentimentalists. Narrative clarity surrounding whimsical kismet propel, “Luck,” constructing a rich, ramshackle tapestry from home-grown pop-rock options whose welcoming tones and elemental metaphors navigate uncertain times with winsome wisdom captured in shining pearls of self-assurance.

Hand Habits - Wildly Idle (Humble Before the Void)

Nodding cosmic odysseys bottling wide-eyed sighs, gently picked riffs and cyber-guided lullabies, “Idle,” drives prime prairie-land fantasies adrift in intoxicating promises spritzed with feathery innocence and foggy prophecy from banshee-teased feedback. Delicate chamber-rock shredder and pliable dream-pop diver Meg Duffy leads Hand Habits down cozy, fur-lined rabbit-holes, roping glowing psych-folk with heavenly six-string lassos, wrangling persuasive angels in alluring reverberations.

Sallie Ford - Soul Sick

Surf-twang spit mixed with skiffle-riddled blues and punk-country gumption laced in boardwalk organ grinds; Ford subtly incorporates soul-sister back-up singers and braying hepcat horns to leverage vintage signature sounds into bawdy solace, howling accounting and smoldering testimonials. A rootsy groovy rock ‘n roll rodeo, “Sick,” whips juke-joint jive into revivalist pile-ups brimming in tart, razor-sharp whimsy and smarmy, charming camaraderie.

The Orwells - Terrible Human Beings

Gunpowder prowlers scarred in charred blues-rock scorchers and hot-wired wise-guy tirades, “Terrible,” bangs and boogies in snarky bar-room blarney. Partnered in tarnished guitar-slinger garnishes and slathered in wicked pithy wordplay, The Orwells’ gloriously sordid shenanigans pack feisty double-barreled rapture into cackling anthem-tantrum magic. Tireless renegades on record and on stage, the dizzying quintet swings into Milwaukee’s The Rave March 17th.

Deep Throat Choir - Be OK

Surging voices bobbing in undulating choruses, Deep Throat’s triumphant collection of women singers apply warm, organic harmonies nurturing hardy folk-gospel raves among communal indie-rock hymns. Removing traditional instruments from the group’s eclectic selection of contemporary covers, “OK,” lovingly blends gorgeous home-cooked roars and tender, buoyant chorals into a lively, largely a capella affair marked by generous spirits and kind hearts.

Crushed Stars - Displaced Sleepers

Rainy-day tranquility steeped in soft-spoken elegance, “Sleepers,” keeps secret dreams shrouded in patient, complacent guitars, jazz-brushed percussion and swaying bass. Slow, suggestive solos from liquid synths drip beneath cymbal-less rhythms while gossamer flotsam flounders and lounges extracting existential penance from lost romantics. A quivering equilibrium between mild-mannered melancholy and candle-lit bitterness, Crushed Stars’ beautifully mired mirages disappear into twilight hindsight. 

Los Campensinos! - Sick Scenes

Charging into civil frays rinsed in slippery wit, poet-soldiers Los Campensinos’ clever dismembered indie-pop memoirs brew effusive mulligan stews. Ladling beat-driven battle-cries into polysyllabic analysis, “Scenes,” reconvenes riot-act culture-wars with unruly punk execution and breathless intrepid reflections while lyrical volleys pitched to educated punks and literate misfits engage name-dropping brains and gyrate bohemian bodies for pro-active chitchat from socio-political riffraff.

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