Slipped Discs

Jack Name - Light Show

Trembling gremlin-penned space-rock, JN’s wild-eyed sci-fi reroutes ghoulish studio-brewed moods into eerie psycho-pop miracles. Wavy graveyard raves from lurching punk dervishes, “Light,” splices uninhabited narratives to thick manipulated carriages loaded among sinister lo-fi miniatures ablaze in freak-fest synergy. An abrasive séance reviving marvelous carcasses, Jack’s crashing imagination spins in loony-bin whimsy tainted with skulking multi-tracked fragments rebooted for nuclear derision.

Fox and the Bird - Darkest Hours

Humble tumbleweed homilies roasted in toasty campfire harmonies, cantering banjo banter, well-placed brass and slithering fiddle, “Darkest,” parlays a cozy homage to downtrodden commoners with robust busking cloaked in chamber-folk charm. Sorting through lonesome stories, cavorting in kind-hearted tales, FATB’s punchy, frontier fables resonate in tender remembrances, sage advice and friendly encouragements with a light touch and a steady hand.

Abram Shook - Sun Marquee

Energetic effervescence slyly glides between plush head-rush constructions and springy shimmering sprints; Shook cooks caressing messages in bright, bubbling wonder through smart, tropical-flavored pop stirred with breezy ingenuity and drizzled in jazz-twisted pivoting. Basking in heavenly blends of stop-watch bop and elastic deep-shag ballads, Marquee,” brilliantly teases, pleases then releases, swaying in playful ricochet daydreams packed with sweet, sparkling delights.

I Break Horses - Chiaroscuro

Crawling hydraulics stalk elusive muses through synthesized solace and polished melancholy, “Chiaroscuro,” rises over alien landscapes littered in luminous sonic blooms punctuated by solemn calm, digitally clinical precision and chattering strobe-light magnificence. Remote ghosts hovering over mechanical planets, Sweden’s IBH pours air-borne artifice over post-industrial puzzles, gelling and propelling its shady trip-hop equations into billowing silhouettes chilled in majestic confections.

Lanterns on the Lake - Until the Colours Run

Nurturing compassions by corralling musical stallions, LOTL’s faraway gaze and galloping parades penetrate glacial fates, bursting with nervous purpose while flickering in wilting heartache and whispering sympathy. Illustrious production fuels open disclosure painting, “Colours,” with restless restraint and bewitching mystery; absorbing storms rewarding held-fast beliefs with triumph and respite, carving harboring sanctuaries from melodramatic surrender, celluloid glories and smoldering emotion.

Marram - Sun Choir

Twittering symphonies mounting boundless joy-filled choirs, “Sun,” undulates, consecrates and inundates, racing from supple to combustible for electric art-pop epics whose swooping grooves and fevered sweeps collapse hyperactive mash-ups drawing urgent brass-addled mergers into cyber-primed surges. Six years recording two hundred instruments from three continents, Marram crafts massive masterpieces stitching clattering climaxes from imported orchestras, star-studded vocalists and impish rhythms.

New Bums - Voices In A Rented Room

A well-massaged barrage from time-tripping minstrels baptize proto-folk notions drifting in fancy meandering tangents; “Rented,” channels dueling acoustic blues through unfolding doldrums, tangled jangle and subtle Spanish trances. San Francisco’s NB quietly pilots sad, casual mind-benders through intricate kismet as languid macramé precision meets slow to mid-tempo mementos, drizzling weary, wilted heartache among sharp, smart guitars and drowsy still-water harmonies.

Neneh Cherry - Blank Project

Teaming up with Four Tet and Rocketnumbernine, sultry counter-culture suffragette Cherry weaves a stream-lined feline beat-street suite around mechanical-animal minimalism. Plain-spoken emotions splintering in forth-right insights and commanding semantics, the free-style rapper’s restless messages become prowling scowls caging unadulterated conveyances. Sparring in jarring techno-funky adventures, “Blank,” maintains an unwavering flame of jazz-punk jive; tough, gutsy hustles peppered in teasing clichés.

Cymbals - Age of Fracture

Brisk, posh, pick-pocket dance-rock spray-painted in pop-laden brain-candy, “Fracture,” gleefully manufactures giddy clubhouse bounce among shuffling bundles of cyber-jungle pounces. Flirting in perky serpentine pantomime and slurping from elastic ghost-rattled carafes of synth-rinsed glibness, Cymbals’ nimble hall of mirror lyrics slither around fidgety rhythms for half-laughing passions collapsing in fashionable traps; cosmopolitan monsters dressed in ballroom logic and post-modern panache.

Lost in the Trees - Past Life

Translating deeply personal soul-searching into universal yearning, LITT’s sparkling narcolepsy dances beneath shimmering electro-rock canopies; placid packages wrapped in dire desires, secret allegiance and graceful favors whose luminous loneliness circles broken hopes, stirring simmering images from carpeted martyrs. An unraveling labyrinth, “Past,” maps earnest journeys through uncertain currents, navigating gilded will with glowing vocals and solemn involvement through intimate instruments.

Angel Olsen - Burn Your Fire For No Witness

Bruised crooning draped around unfettered coffee-shop garage-rock, “Burn,” churns and spurns with a raw, jagged backdrop of unvarnished electricity surging through crackling guitars and curdling words; unapologetic suggestions lapping brimstone ballads as haunted hearts feast beneath quivering lips and furrowed brows. Poised between salvaged salvation and tenuous redemption Olsen’s dreamy bohemian turns warrior-poet, courting sandpaper rampages and hypnotic rag-doll revenge. Angel plays Madison’s Revelry Fest May 3rd.

Fanfarlo - Let’s Go Extinct

An orchestral collection bridging melodic-pop odysseys and blue-eyed space-age soul, Fanfarlo’s gloriously cordial morsels dissolve in sugar-coated opuses dipped in bittersweet majesty. A merciful circus rich in handsome anthems, debonair fanfares and suave hurrahs, “Extinct,” unflinchingly mixes tender indulgences tumbling from charismatic waxing against muscular pulses racing in sumptuous runs. The London-based quartet plays Madison’s High Noon Saloon April 8th.

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