Slipped Discs

Dalek - Gutter Tactics

War-torn warnings, terminator trance rock, Dalek’s aftermath raps activate sci-fi assaults for post-nuclear enlightenment, wading knee-deep in cosmic sludge. Air-raid siren Bryons utter sniper-fire rhymes cataloging cataclysmic consciousness, shaking awake the saturated masses through terror-riddled electronics and industrial-strength polemics. Historical facts attack in overloaded circuitry, civil unrest washed in collapsing technology, “Tactics,” survives and defies.

Burnt Sugar - Making Love to the Dark Ages

Scats pitter-pat past cool animal bop frosted in electronic blips, found sounds and willfully meandering ambience. Galactic atmospheres cushion hep-cat vibes, after-hours sessions pitting astral brass with cosmic guitar, gypsy jazz and bluesy gospel. Buzzing between Avant Theater and Night Club Improv, Burnt Sugar’s exceptional love-making scenarios are carnal caramels.

Mi Ami - Watersports

Melting high-voltage punk and urban jungle funk into electrifying, hypno-rave aerobics, Mi Ami goes new-wave native, bending rules with explosive results. Feline yelps bite wobbly bass, cat-scratch guitar stab at throbbing, bobbing drums: post-nuclear trance-rock waking up hot and sweaty. “Watersports,” attacks passionately, floating on tightropes, half adenoidal epilepsy and half neo-disco voodoo.

Zu - Carboniferous

Dazzling whirlwinds of Doomsday dance tunes, Zu’s reflex riffs crunch synchronized thunder under monolithic squeals. Clawing at the consciousness, “Carboniferous,” is a tense, impervious box of monster heartbeats, skyscraper squalls and jet-propelled demolition derbies. Cornered rampage, bulldog sax, slam-dunked stomps and Troglodyte upper-cuts pitch howling bursts of Armageddon’s pleasure while praying mantis prog-rock chases armor-plated algorithms.

Anni Rossi - Rockwell

Twittering lyrics flutter past brittle riddles and pickled patty-cake pizzicato. Rossi’s enchanting ellipses are modern, quaint, hermetic and open-hearted. Her oblique chamber-folk rocks as her twisted art-pop talks, poems restlessly squirming in well-scored precision. Spiraling violas, cymbal-less rhythms, melodies touched by vocal yodeling – “Rockwell,” covers strange terrain visiting scenic vistas, cozy burrows and paisley meadows.

Sholi - Sholi

Paralyzing prayers, guitar acrobatics and nervous percussion roast dark skeletal textures, colliding powerful free jazz tempos against ancient aspirations, ghostly hopes and driven intuition. Sholi’s toreador torpedoes swoop and climb, effervescent chords dance over stranglehold beats; indie-rock tapestries shrouding thick forests of skitterish transmissions. Ballistic mysticism in clanging anchors, spidery threads and moody transcendence.

Bell Orchestre - As Seen Through Windows

Studied silences cultivate cacophony as, “Windows,” moves among bright lights and shadows, cinematic snapshots bursting with instrumental chutzpah. From glassy passages to race-car rhythms, BO’s quasi-classical motifs mate, molt and mutate into soundlab experiments, displaced soundtracks and theatrical interventions; elegant pools of acoustics preceding curious Keystone comedies and flowering romances

Micachu & The Shapes - Jewellery

A cauldron of mashed rapture, ripped mixtures and proto-punk busking bursts in brazen bombshells of cartoon brilliance, Micachu’s thrift-shop chops squawk and rock in impish waves of innovative grime. Brandishing outlandish vision, fashioning attractive contraptions, producing funhouse party rondos, “Jewellery,” clanks, clatters and contorts, delivering sly, kinetic inventions that surprise and delight.

Gramercy Arms - Gramercy Arms

Members of GUIDED BY VOICES, DEAD AIR and LUNA join former DAMBUILDERS’ Dave Darby, creating sterling gems of seamless harmonies, polished verse and unruffled melodies. Deceptively uncomplicated, Gramercy Arm’s well-placed hooks, easy-going vibe and nonchalant competence makes this laidback super-group a fine driving buddy, navigating romance’s rocky road through unerring skill and pop-rock diplomacy

It Hugs Back - Inside Your Guitar

Still waters run deep as England’s IHB conjure hypnotic layers of guitar and organ, breaking into chaos, generating finely-wrought furies and methodically singing unassuming tunes in a lulling subtlety of soothing translucence, unwavering slow burns and eerie, organic calm. Purring modestly in mildly narcotic splendor, the warm and fuzzy, “Guitar,” gently disarms.

Ida Maria - Fortress Round My Heart

Connecting directly with electric aplomb, this lusty Norwegian spitfire scrambles past pretense to wrap sorrow inside a whirlwind of impatience, anger anchored by short, sharp beats and straight-faced sizzle. Unleashing a flood of splintering skiffle wedged between catchy sledgehammer pop and love-torn ragdoll rock, the explosive, “Fortress,” tears down all walls.

Wolff - The Brass Ceiling

Tribal tuba, soupy loops and plundering drums concoct cosmic gumbo as Wolff’s two-man army churns out chugging, interstellar funk; splicing catacomb vocals to interstellar samples for uniquely alien rhythms and bombastic, monastic panache. Mind-boggling combinations result as, “Brass,” triumphantly crashes past ordinary categories for squishy, trippy robo-soul that grooves to subterranean funk.

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