Slipped Discs

Freelance Whales - Weathervanes

Giddy, twittering glockenspiels and grinning, banjo-picking pirouettes surround whimsical melodies populated by grown-up words. FW’s dreamy waltzes and coy, wide-eyed sentiments overflow in palatable magic - painting smiles on songs about funerals, psychic connections and alternative power sources. Snug, syncopated synthesizers dance among breezy harmonies and child-like choirs as the sunny “Weathervanes,” comforts and chides.

Shout It Out Louds - Work

A deceptively effortless atmosphere hangs over the suave and unassuming, “Work.” Swift, deliberate beats motor inside sweet, charismatic pop doused in determined waves of bristling hooks and insistent riffs drilling deep into the brain. Wrestling nervous restraint into patient self-examination, SOL pits keen observation against ominous uncertainty; swollen momentum carried with sadly placid efficiency.

Archie Bronson Outfit - Coconut

Cathartic rock and roll raptures careen around deranged psycho-zombie grooves as, “Coconut,” provides an insatiable frenzy of Jamaican bass, slippery guitar and jungle drums whose reverberating assaults seize and bleed into invigorating delirium. ABO’s hyperactive mastery of rabid stabs, jolting pokes, and pummeling rumbles funnel an inexhaustible squalor of gripping rhythms and dub-crazed hobgoblins.

Little Boots - Hands

Unabashed yet subtle, upfront but elaborate, “Hands,” is a perfectly delicious guilty pleasure. Commanding an army of musical machinery, Victoria Hesketh’s frothy wink, slither and thrust eroticism tempts and teases, unfurling come-hither fictions and sharp, empowered bravado. Dolled-up disco meets electro-pop fairy tales in a heart-pumping collision of techno-baroque tangos and strutting electric drum majorettes.

These New Puritans - Hidden

A bewitching inquisition, “Hidden,” deftly blends the symphonic with the synthetic, yielding sensual sounds that jar the senses and fires the imagination. Combining the soothing alongside the savage, TNP’s bold and evocative vision molds malevolent drums and majestic orchestras into an intriguing schizophrenia of eye-opening opuses, artfully manipulating a breathless spectrum of sonic possibilities.

One For The Team - Ghosts

Conquering, co-ed vocals doubling the already high emotional output - OFTT stacks pile-driving ire into sweaty testaments to romantic vengeance and its restorative powers. A lively, insolent energy crackles throughout the unrelenting, “Ghosts,” fueled by jilted lovers, re-hatched hopes and unleashed demons. Promising an exciting vibe, OFTT play Milwaukee’s Miramar March 25th.

Apples In Stereo - Travelers In Space and Time

Scrumptious, spunky, bubblegum power-pop reign over Vocoder choruses, old school Britpop sunshine and back-loaded, rebooted boogie. “Travelers,” lift retro-fitted futures into wholesome computerized majesties through infectious, vacuum-packed R&B, can-you-dig-it cowbells and groovy mechanical utopias where heart-broken teens love to dance. The Apples take over Milwaukee’s Turner Hall May 3rd.

Midas Fall - Eleven. Return and revert

Darting apparitions coo fluent, fleeting meanings as, “Eleven,” traverses immense emptiness where textures stretch, catching regrets swooping through crashing percussion, lofty intergalactic guitar and tender piano soliloquies. Banshee ballads anchor tumultuous emotions as MF’s ferocious vocals wrangle phantom fandangos, surfing past oceanic auras, shivering within shadowy despair, impulsive thoughts and half-abandoned memories.

La Strada - New Home

Liberating librettos waltz happily as frisky Cossack accordions whisk past sky-high strings twisted into gypsy symphonies flowering bright, boastful brass. “Home,” decorates in frolicking caroling, thoughtful nautical merriment and rousing chamber-folk philosophies, rearranging metaphors and upholstering fables flavored in twinkling mischief. La Strada’s harmonious ensembles feather eloquent nests in jubilant ruminations.

Monster Movie - Everyone Is A Ghost

Quiet frustrations swarm under throbbing waves of synths, patient complacency dissolves into the solemn sympathy of softly strummed guitars and mournful harmonies. MM’s polished pessimism shines beneath a seething tide of steady beats, minor chords and sleepy consolations while “Everyone,” methodically plots sublime, melancholy pop that floats hopefully, reveling in selfless fellowship.

Goldfrapp - Head First

Liquid electronics meticulously mixed for maximum fascination, Goldfrapp’s bold and beautiful musical masquerade combine potent locomotive programming into teasing libidos and sexy mirror-ball extravaganzas. Vivacious havens of golden cyber-times ahead “Head,” turns heavenly escapism, seamlessly replicating yesterday’s tomorrow with a decidedly devilish sensuality; steamy freeze-dried euphoria encased in sweet frosting, parading over glittery runway cat-walks.

Extra Life - Made Flesh

Prog-rock opera staged by poet-warriors, “Flesh,” melts raw, visceral visions into fevered fanfares, provocative parables and contorted concertos. Assembling personal circuses sparked by both intense and tentative dynamics, Extra Life’s exalted and altered altar-bound pogroms swarm around ominous admonishments, dressing classical pastorals in Gregorian scorn and savoring intense interrogations between galvanized studio eruptions.

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