Slipped Discs

The Cairo Gang - Goes Missing

Gritty mid-sixties vigor featuring sweeping Merseybeat pleadings, chilly Piccadilly stomps and swinging Byrdsian jangle, “Missing,” positions Mod postures beneath refined dockside chiming. Cursed with earnest nightclub blues cloaked in triumphantly strummed presumption, beguiling stylist Emmet Kelly twists memories’ edgier pleasures into shimmering hymns trimmed in sin. Catch TCG opening for madman Mikal Cronin September 11th at Madison’s High Noon Saloon.

Nicholas Altobelli - Searching Through That Minor Key

A casual songwriting perfectionist and level-headed folk-pop pessimist dressed in dogged thoughts and pleasant sentiment, Altobelli’s bitter-pill tranquility flows in quaint restraint and sneaky sweetness to comfort and caution unsuspecting hearts and clueless intruders. A storybook look into social upholstery and life’s interior designs, “Minor,” finds kindness in calamities; smooth grooves perusing choppy waters offering courteous service from humble heroes.

Camera Shy - Camera Shy

Gossamer lobbyists for wind-tossed pop dive into chiffon-topped topics; bubbling hipster symphonics lined in yawning longing and dizzy sizzle, “Camera Shy,” supplies soft-focused hopes in ringing six-string flings, evoking sublime summertime shin-digs through coy cabana ballads. A Whirr-Nothing offshoot, the California duo cruises in slow-motion love-potions and star-struck glee, full-moon swoons producing cozy beachcomber poems papered in crisp echo-laden twee.

On An On - And The Wave Has Two Sides

Plush head-rush luxury from Minneapolis’ post-modern dance-rockers bathe graceful ravers in persuasive New Wave whose glittery synths, bright guitars and clipped rhythms crackle in hook-happy passion. A fleeting weekend panacea festering in restless affections and teeming in steam-cleaned daydreams, “Wave,” craves physical liberation from emotional prisons, bursting in neon effervescence from micro-processed caresses doling out cool rebukes inside romantic spandex.

Samantha Crain - Under Branch & Thorn & Tree

Deep Oklahoma roots planted in John Vanderslice’s San Francisco studio turns, “Branch,” from crafty sapling to knowing grove harvesting chamber-folk pardons from blue-collar gardens and red-blooded parables heralding justice-seeking relief. Conjuring disengaged renegades with intimate serenades, Crain wails and whispers in sisterly suspicions; bristling against indignant systems through strong honest songs throbbing in midnight hindsight, street-wise forethought and age-old heartache.

Veruca Salt - Ghost Notes

Fracking slacker-pop toffee into hulking indie-rock convulsions, velvet-hammer glamour and storming discordant torment, nineties icons Veruca Salt return yearning and burning with psycho-savvy burdens. Twenty years since, “American Thighs,” the reliantly defiant, “Notes,” coaxes retooled old-school from fiery rhymes and whiplash axes combating rash sonic sass through cool cougar woo. Rediscover the formidable foursome July 10th at Milwaukee’s Turner Hall

The Mynabirds - Lovers Know

Fur-lined dirges flirting in kinky winks and penthouse purrs, “Know,” prowls in passive cabaret, teasing powder-puff lust with emphatic alt-pop magic. Bewitching conflicts twisted into edgy sedatives, The Mynabirds’ well-planned glam plays gothic-sponsored synths like thinking Vegas sphinxes. Poised in coy theatrics, band-leader Laura Burhenn dazzles with deep thoughts frosted onto layered cakes baked in puzzling romance and haunted desires.

Ultimate Painting - Green Lanes

Knicking quick-witted riffs, low-key jangle and riverside harmonies, Ultimate Painting modifies disembodied rail-yard blues skewed with baroque-folk psychedelia to rock an intricate yet relaxed catchiness infused in grassroots grooviness. Cantilevered clock-work fashioning hepcat moves inside guitar-tangled minuets, “Green,” courts contorted pastorals in deliberately nimble trips, injecting sophisticated misdirection into straight-edged pledges; back-stage jams revamped through subtle hustle rustling consolable doldrums.

Drinks - Hermits on Holiday

Intentionally eccentric and willfully wobbly, “Hermits,” unfurl an inventive collaborative dementia between brilliant psycho-Brit Cate LeBon and White Fences’ irrepressible Tim Presley. Crazed sages waging fruity canoodling against giggle-riddled syllogisms whose unruly tomfoolery sprouts like lop-sided poppies from well-watered wig-outs, DRINKS’ impish electro-shocked leads and bonker beats release idiosyncratic pageants capturing happily madcap rascals slurping schizophrenic chemistry under moonlit labyrinths.

Teen Daze - Morning World

Polished frolics caught inside sugar-coated soul, the lush, transcendent Teen Daze push pristine power-pop into warm fades, tender blends and sleepy dissolves; nature-based havens launch rippled space-age heartbreak guided by love-struck harmonies while pool-side choirboys perch beneath shiny torch-song flourishes. The sterling, “World,” glides in quietly positive confidence experimenting with blissful string quartets, understated tape manipulations and light-headed bedroom confession.

Tamaryn - Cranekiss

Soaked and stoked by cybernetic ghosts, the Lilith-dipped, “Cranekiss,” whips industrial colors from tampered dance-rock fantasies for thick tantric trances planted within weightless basements; submerged urges swimming in swampy pomp. Carving lavish cavernous sounds, Tamaryn’s massive schematics attract multi-tasking catastrophes for monstrous concerts featuring shimmering quicksand romps where air-brushed songs ping-pong among parallel carousels squashing cosmic operas under mammoth canopies.

Daniel Pearson - Alone, Together

Serious lyrics imbedded in muscular country cruise through stormy prairie-rock as Pearson’s forceful, coercive indie-folk anecdotes unfold in glorious stories. Seeking compassionate gratitude in earnest mercies, the British songwriter evokes first-person struggles examining lost faith and renewed hope. The warm camp-fire welcome, “Alone,” provides rides strong, social emotions inside Good Samaritan narratives; peppering every perceptive question with several unanswerable examples.

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