Slipped Discs

Eternal Summers - Correct Behavior

Bratty New Wave smatterings crackling in glazed paraphrases and filed under existential bile, “Correct,” erects a shiny grimy testament to splashy nineties-styled bombast. Restless, festive midnight DJs wriggle around dream-pop gossip and counter-culture kiss-offs, Virginia trio’s feigned narcotic disdain ramps up cultivated anarchy; FM tendencies wrapped in temptress reveries lovingly rehashing neon-lit night-trips inside ricochet-rattled heavens tuned to party-going pilgrims.

Cosmo Jarvis - Think Bigger

Coy sleep-on-the-floor troubadour and tongue-wagging scalawag versed in barn-stormin’ boogie, cottage-pop nods and cheeky hayseed romps, Jarvis carves rustic punk busking into swinging, string-assisted folk-rock. Stacking bodacious stomps and impish twisters beside sly irony and giddy wit, the imminently amiable, “Bigger,” configures cap-sized happiness through wide kaleidoscope eyes, placing hammock banjos and child-recital ocarinas among woozy strings and blistering guitars.

Matisyahu - Spark Seeker

Kabala collages tying dance grooves to ancient roots, “Seeker,” tweaks world-beat Kasbah cavalcades stitching marvelous carnival ambience to high-stepping sermons dipped in Hasidic raps and shined by post-nuclear studio maneuvers. Invigorating debater Matisyahu’s charismatic mantras and glossy hospitality fuse a modern, exotic product coated in electric messages, palatial musical mazes dropping wisdom among spoken-word interludes and hypnotic North African segues.

Eleni Mandell - I Can See The Future

Silky smooth coos brewed in rich bewitching mysteries from casually bashful infatuations, Mandell’s proud high-brow country-soul lavishes jazz-drizzled melancholy over torch-song teases lulling supple alley-cat passions around folk couture, sad bachelor ballads poured over cuddly cocktail rebuttals.  Trembling gems on thorny crowns and Chantilly lace, “Future,” speculate in tarot cards and tamed mustangs, beatnik chamber-pop that undulates in twilight sighs.

Purity Ring - Shrines

Amorphous sources stir molasses acid, disco-posh propositions casting submarine dreams blissfully adrift in ghostly oceans. Techno-mermaids snare purring swirls from watery rainbow fodder while cantilevered sequences polish, “Shrines,” into chronic electronic dominance. Other-worldly warbling inside proto-future coolness, PR’s cyber-centric sensuality pelts curt chirps and pert sonar boners past wobbly anomalies. The Canadian duo performs at Madison’s High Noon July 16th.

Micachu and the Shapes - Never

Ferocious, lo-fi, pitch-shifted, cock-eyed grime climbs aboard clanging go-go robots whose drop, bop and roll trashcan stanzas stock posh, misbegotten urban disturbance and cartoon-wonky tromping, Micachu’s skewed views fuel droid-punk wrung, sprung and cunningly drugged. Dabbling malfunctions pinned to fizzling synergy, clipped, stripped to stammering ambience and tumbling conundrums, “Never,” severs rational fashions catapulting deconstructed rumpus around outrageously contagious mayhem.

Shoes - Ignition

Chiming designs primed in dreamy vertigo and twisted anticipation, “Ignition,” rocks stream-lined time-bombs ticking in consoling explosions backed by pedal-powered guitar barbs and spring-loaded showdowns, gleaming harmonies fleeing,  glistening counterpoint inside calming three-part karmas. Subversive architects of heart-throb pop the Shoes’ snap carries surly undercurrents; soliciting dissidence beneath dazzling chassis, rifling obsessive resentment and bittersweet demeanors through compassionate mash notes.

Thenewno2 - thefearofmissingout

Sci-fi spies trolling dream-soaked decadence, gregarious guttersnipes, Thenewno2 spin grinning, systemic webs dredged in sweat and edgy threats; cautionary tales from predatory explorers. A gangly chain of tawdry flotsam looped into haughty admonishments, “thefearofmissingout.” packs Blade Runner stunners slithering in illicit dimness and slowly glowing boasts orbiting sizzling visions dripping in lizard-rock trickery and floundering fantasy ground from blurry underworld-blues.

Six Organs of Admittance - Ascent

Astral Stratocasters straddle galloping catastrophes saddling rabid psychedelics onto septic epics, Organs’ super-sized portions heap meaty blues-rock freak-outs onto derelict experiments mixing feedback and filigree. From heavy to heavenly, elastic guitar jams prove callous talisman attracting collapsing tapestries while deep-space waves break over whammy-barred shards guarding ghostly motives. “Ascent,” rides mile-high pile-drivers against mind-bending inflections, delicate insurrection and epileptic redirection.

Wild Cub - Youth

Cross-stitching riffs atop wicked pixilated calypso, “Youth,” boosts effervescent funk onto chattering pop-rock catalysts; inter-faced layers convey airbrushed gusto alongside melancholy holidays. Provocative and alluring, WC’s bright, bold vocals fold throbbing tropical mobs into thick, tightly-knitted synths and bristling ADD bass; catchy ecstasy etching reckless romance on moon-lit dance floors spun among fleet-footed memories decked out in glamorous closed-circuit subterfuge.

Laetitia Sadier - Silencio

Ethereal material framed in plush Parisian affection, “Silencio,” pools cool Moulin Rouge blues into philharmonic saunas; aloof pursuits coated in cat-walked politics and inspired by fatalistic innocence. Chiffon swan-songs spawned from Afro-Cuban roots, Sadier’s sly Campari safaris swish, dip and swoon coaxing post-nuclear grooves from luscious comforts, prickly insistence and educated hesitations. Stereolab’s former chanteuse plays UW-Madison’s Terrace September 29th

Richard Hawley - Standing at the Sky’s Edge

Stretches of majestic messages wash over solemn longings and humbled profundity while six-string swarms form rip-tide flights; Hawley’s enthralling space-rock palsy rides smoldering overtones under sensual contentions and brimstone moments around reflective blessings. Dignified, primal, intimate and ethereal, “Standing,” faces an unkind cosmos seeking shelter around electric psychedelics and Zen renderings; channeling tranquil folk-rock optimism glazed in blistering, hard-core bliss.

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