Slipped Discs

Pantha du Prince and The Bell Laboratory - Elements of Light

Swimming images of Zen railroad crossings, Sunday churchyards and midnight clock-shops; electronic artist du Prince and Norwegian ensemble The Bell Laboratory embark on a symphonic odyssey exploring pure radiant tone against restless synthetics. Evocative hypnotics float, soak and coax as, “Light,” underscores translucent beauty, evolving organic trances while diving deep into beat-friendly meditations bolstered by ethereal ambience and subterranean splendor.

Ex Cops - True Hallucinations

Blanketing fuzzed-out power-pop beneath plush harmonies, multi-layered jangle and two-ply pile-drivers, “Hallucinations,” craves scathing escape cradling patient conveyance inside stormy formulas. Reverb-laden sages blazing between infectious directness and blinding hindsight, Cops cushions breathy addresses in frothy melodic waves of corrosive cocktails. Fog-bound boppers rockin’ narcoleptic pep, these deep-shag masterminds unleash roofied Cupids pitching headstrong monologues buried in soft, glimmering stimulants. 

The Capsules - Northern Lights and Southern Skies

China-doll cosmonauts dressed in intergalactic glamour propel The Capsules’ fashionable, air-brushed ballads from jet-set epilepsy to android chic. Thick, swirling synths, sizzling shotgun drums and poltergeist guitars launch tundra-crunching caravans, tweaking sleek space-pop into lofty dream-rock for enchanted vamps from cozy hostesses. Fueled by feathery dancing fantasies packed with post-romantic mechanics, “Northern,” paints New Wave caves papered in heaven-heavy luxury. 

She & the Sun - She & the Sun

Whether covered in weepy, mountain-stream steel, smoldering electric guitars or sunny, tumbling mandolin an agreeable filigree lifts, “She,” in sly, beguiling heartache and eloquent benevolence. The sharp and stylish brother and sister graft laid-back jazz licks, soft-rock quips and country-folk notions onto hip, delicious pop topped in honky-tonk jaunts filled with tender resignation and sophisticated trade-offs frosted in upbeat embroidery.

Parquet Courts - Light Up Gold

Kinked-up and callous, PC’s barbecued ballast blasts upfront punk bristling in casual swagger. Side-swiped, hot-wired and sand-blasted; the band’s scrawny garage-rock blues produces greasy treats from shearing lyrics and lightning-bolt solos weaving tight-fisted riffs from unvarnished carnage. Abrupt cuts rustle up whiplashed balderdash within grinning six-string fingering, rolling, “Gold,” over knotty white-water subplots into brawny honesty wrapped around devilish merriment.

Yo La Tengo - Fade

Willful tranquility distills delicate treasures marked by exquisite twists, “Fade,” paves turbulent curls into placid passages, working sublime jive, old-school cool and orchestrated mayhem into remarkable art whose coiled pastorals solicit distinguished consistency within poised, buoyant synergies. Restrained masons dispensing effusive grooves, YLT’s subtle post-rock muscle flexes unquestioning messages from talented masters. The intriguing trio plays Madison’s Barrymore February 5th

Teni - Afrodisiac

Afro-Cuban fusions dipped in seductive percussion, midnight horns mournfully cornering soul-jazz labyrinths, “Afrodisiac,” matches soothing coos to tempting tempos for cool musical jewels swayed by reggae and bathed in highlife. Generous, spirited and softly persuasive, Teni’s Nigerian roots and London birth bridges global traditions with feminist wisdom, an earth-mother enchantress doling bold, lavish mantras through bewitching sophistication and sultry funk. 

Matmos - The Marriage of True Minds

Dabbling in telepathic adaptations, Baltimore’s incorrigible explorers, Matmos troll the subconscious, plundering psychic vibrations to transform ambient phantoms into dance-friendly energies and extrasensory memories into heady, edgy treasures. The scientific misfits’ abstract extracts exact transcendental dimensions from erratic synaptic patterns, decoding psychotropic kaleidoscopes as, “Minds,” mines seamless dreamscapes from odd dichotomies and pristine visions from random snippets of mental conniptions.

Hayden - Us Alone

Sweet downbeat feats of casual brilliance, “Alone,” unfolds subdued grooves inside jaunty melancholy; soft-spoken folk soaked in ragged truths and wheezing bar-room organ, second-hand synths, plaintive piano and understated garage-rock guitar. A laconic chronicler whose solid, waltzing promises drop despondent prophets into modest odysseys, Hayden patiently paints drowsy prowlers and unguarded martyrs; shaggy captains steering weary wagons to uncertain flirtations

Sallie Ford and the Sound Outside - Untamed Beast

Level-headed reveler and simmering torch-song singer, Ford’s batter-dipped sass and tough-chick grit melts soapbox boasts into frosted caution drawing saucy celebrations from salty bop for lip-smacking, finger-snapping, rumble-seat gumbo. Bawdy stomps and jump-start romps ignite frisky epiphanies via jive surf-guitar bards and rock-a-billy fillies while, “Beast,” courts and cavorts in cheeky discourse. Ford and company play Madison’s Majestic March 31st.

Autre ne Veut - Anxiety

Glowing in satin passions cast over fiery falsettos, synthesized cries and gospel-washed polish, the tirelessly unrequited, “Anxiety,” wrings electro-pop pathos from fragile hearts engulfed in desire. Tangled in danger and snared by despair, AnV’s bent-knee pleads bleed acrobatic theatrics, slithering and swiveling in stirring, burning murmurs and flashy panache; tantric romance trimmed in svelte, heartfelt pelvises and flickering cybernetic rhythms.

Chris Stamey - Lovesick Blues

Layered in tasteful soft-rock chamber-pop, folk-guitar harmonies and coffee-shop anecdotes, “Blues,” blooms in delicate intelligence and plain-spoken fellowship.  Revisiting reminiscences, commiserating and reconsidering, the subtly succinct Stamey’s self-reflective directness and clear-eyed lyrics form supple couplets and quaint refrains, breezing between downtrodden doubts, undissolved resolve and humbled hindsight as strings, brass and woodwinds embellish simple civil whimsy and second-time around regrets..

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