Slipped Discs

Laura Veirs - July Flame

Ticklish, rippling innocuous concoctions topped with whimsy and wisdom, “July,” flies coy and buoyant as summer bubbles through Veir’s sly metaphors and butterfly melodies. Strings swell and brass saunters as playfully layered arrangements cushion and quench, manipulating Jim James duets, artful finger-pickin’ and subtle lullaby hooks into cozy company and interesting conversation.

Earthrise Soundsystem - The Yoga Sessions

Mystical hypnotists courting karmic charms and suggestive messages, ES’s international aesthetics provide twinkling syncopation and slippery inspiration between breathlessly mellow trance, spiced-up Western pop and swinging multilingual meditations. While cutting-edge DJ reggae hawk slinky trinkets, tabla jazz turn vixenish and, “Yoga,” uplifts and liberates; multiple personalities blended together for divinely dynamic tranquility.

Editors - In The Light and On This Evening

Stone-cold vocals unfold over debonair synthesizer rock; “Light,” galvanizes wickedly deliberate defiance into smoldering allegiance and stylish, mass hysteria. Thuggish Messiahs embracing urgent moon-lit palpitations, The Editor’s barbed grooves and commanding choruses courageously encourage icy retorts impassioned anthems wrenching feverish chills from charismatic menace, glowering insolence fueling twilight wrecking-balls.

Freedy Johnston - Rain On The City

After an eight year hiatus, Johnston’s smart, solid, far-away pop returns wrangling twang and rockin’ deep pockets, craftily mining the heart’s inevitable comedies. From tattletale lovers to bossa nova Casanovas, the winsome minstrel croons good-natured, vagabond songs, howling smoothly into classic pop-rock maneuverings moored to marooned romances and happily captured in happenstance.

Josephine Foster - Graphic As A Star

Honoring the anachronistic mysteries of American Transcendentalist Emily Dickinson, Foster’s iconoclastic a cappella transforms the poet’s oddly metered stream of consciousness into archaic hymns of ghostly hobo folk. Occasionally accompanied by guitar and harmonica, “Graphic,” coos eloquent testaments to the ability of a single unadorned voice to convey elusive, quietly haunting thoughts.

Pit Er Pat - The Flexible Entertainer

Techno-toreadors flinging slithering rhythms within jigsaw salsa and chip-rock hopscotch, Chicago’s mischievous synthesists bend rules and dance around reason. Machinery and mayhem melt into infectious raves and alt-rock ecstasy as swerving dub-influenced dervishes conjure convoluted conga lines unwinding behind rubbery Arabic trappings mutated, leeched and unleashed among mad jumbles of electro-punk.

Jatun - Blanket of Ash

Mammoth swells and wordless vertigo, heavenly fades snap, crackle and pop in Jatun’s stellar noise fest. Aural spelunking, “Blanket,” buzzes with grizzled sizzle, hovering over bold, smoldering, char-broiled electronics, forging and foraging under plummeting cascades and seething dreams. Channeling ambience into unwavering space-rock intensity, Jatun’s saturated abstractions subtly morph into intricate, factory packages.

Local Natives - Gorilla Manor

Beach Boys blessed, L.A.‘s Local Natives engage the ears in genuine rhythmic ingenuity - spirited hoedowns equally inviting, intriguing and entertaining, spiraling barbershop chops integrated into tightly-knitted drum circle blissfulness. A hook-filled ride smoothly somersaulting into playfully cosmic pop; uplifting enthusiasm bathes, “Gorilla,” in campfire choirs, irresistibly jubilant licks bobbing around cheerfully twisted lyrics.

Puerto Muerto - Drumming For Pistols

Bruised serenades, galloping punk-rockabilly foxtrots and ragged border town blues lock and tumble into a circus of shadowy cadaver ballads and brooding, alt-rock burlesques. Brilliantly desolate, Puerto Muerto’s scratchy erratic cantina concertos concoct bombastic flaunts between moody, consuming regrets while, “Drumming,” furtively teases and wails; banshee-riddled stomps vamping alongside foreboding, late-night sympathies.

AM - Future Sons & Daughters

Cozy consolation from sweet-talking tunes, AM skips, dips and cozies up with revitalized nostalgia. Laid-back enlightenment straddling singer-songwriter folk, sunshine rock and blue-eyed soul circa early seventies, “Future,” fires up smoky, hip-swiveling riffs conjured from snappy brass, deep-fried bass, cantering congas and sly, knowing vocals stretching familiar formulas into tasty upbeat treats.

Lindstrom & Christabelle - Real Life Is No Cool

Sequined sequences and programmed pandemonium yield funky disco struts, swooning grooves and intoxicating non-stop dance-pop. Nordic maestro Lindstrom’s machine-tooled moxie finds a soul-mate in Christabelle’s sensual vocals to make luxurious flirts slink, sweat and sashay. Flippy, trippy, club-dizzy fantasies, “Real Life,” turn relentlessly inventive dimensions into an audio odyssey.

Go Find - Everybody Knows It’s Gonna Happen Only Not Tonight

Acoustic accoutrements caress and undress TGF’s self-assured purrs of passive indulgence. Belgian’s poignant playboys radiate super-sleuth cool as ultra-polished gloss beguiles, gliding seamlessly through spotless bedroom pop. Calculator smart and compassionately savvy, “Not Tonight,” swims in measured leisure; warm, confiding synthesizers pressed and ready to pounce.

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