Slipped Discs

Apostle Of Hustle - Eats Darkness

Swinging from a labyrinth of kitchen sinks into thrilling trills of tropical thunder, caffeinated cacophony tumbling into apocalyptic rumbas, AoH’s devilish dance dissects opposing slogans, crafty commotions subverting nervous diversions. “Eats,” dines on bouncy grooves, found sounds and overloaded imaginations whose hip-swiveling impulses divulge lunatic snickering, renegade wit and cyber-mambo voodoo.

Polly Scattergood - Polly Scattergood

Raw and personal, Scattergood’s doe-eyed poetry steps quietly among floating, glowing electronica while phantom beats build towering tempests from breathy confessions. A frank parade combating life’s charades, slithering in whispers and bathed in fluorescence discotheques, Scattergood’s debut revels in intimate revelations; dire diaries recounting adamant adventures through fiery sirens, chamber arrangements and hissing synths.

Cracker - Sunrise in the Land of Milk and Honey

Audacious anarchists, geeky stoner romantics and sci-fi rockers party and parlay, distilling alcoholic logic into swaggering guitar licks dipped in dirt farmer harmonies. Cracker’s roughshod rodeo diplomacy is administered in blunt, abrupt, wild-eyed, country-fried punk as, “Sunrise,” bashes, bops and berates accepted social ills and civilization’s backwards loopholes.

Phoenix - Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

France’s come hither swingers serve a funky bucket of dreamy, blue-eyed, hot club love. Relentless synth-pop rhythms covered in electric frosting form heartthrob yelps around tense, ready-to-pop photo-ops. Reassembling a stream-lined new wave mystery trip; the prowling, pouncing, “Wolfgang,” mounts photo-shopped disco attacks in infectious retro-eighties exaltations, igniting the party with casually romantic sincerity.

White Rabbits - It’s Frightening

Creepy crawly, bowery beats, taunt lo-fi rumblings, the Rabbits’ agitated bop tosses oddball odes to desperate beauty. Rim-shot riff-raff raising the roof through jungle fever, sinister hooks and tightly wound waltzes; “Frightening,” packs dizzy descents into murky minds. Rambunctiously rattling, SPOON’s Britt Daniel’s atmospheric production rings in authentic sounds touched by subtle studio smarts.

Black Moth Super Rainbow - Eating Us

Swamped in strings then freed via surreal peals of laughing electronics, the unearthly, “Eating,” walks on cat’s paws between child-like whimsy and cybernetic wonder A supernaturally heightened state of bliss, BMSR’s cozy bass meanders over analogue realities, lyrics of paradoxical androgyny slithering among acoustic guitars and live percussion for eerily passive interactions.

Horse's Ha - Of The Cathmawr Yards

Sheathed in courtly attire, Chicago’s THH moves through progressively spiraling circles, encompassing chamber-jazz maneuvers, baroque pirouettes and sweeping, gypsy incantations. Snappy pastorals trot pass calculated counterpoint spiced in enchanted parables. Cooing Canterbury blues fleshed out in Persian accents, “Yard,” blends together familiar sounds in friendly settings, quietly re-inventing nobler histories

Tortoise - Beacons of Ancestorship

Western Gothic turns post-nuclear sprockets turns jazzy Arabic space-jam logic - Tortoise’s cataclysmic twists and poly-rock fits knot plots; suiting their moods, altering formulas and testing limits. Slow and steady erupts into transcendental terrors and splonky rebuttals as “Beacon,” unravels out-of-this world vibes into heady harmonics pierced through angular chords and industrial noir.

Bats - The Guilty Office

A peaceful student riot organized into reasonable demonstrations, the almost indifferently literate Bats’ unique bounce and jangle sparks and tranquilizes, urges, encourages and informs. A cool, muted tapestry of unassuming anxieties; “Guilty,” processes overloaded guitars, sentimental missives and sharp drums into mesmerizing compositions of shimmering indie innocence swung around frenzied, art-punk thunder.

Grizzly Bear - Veckatimest

Named after an isolated island off Massachusetts, “Veckatimest,” overflows in ethereal wanderings, pondering solitary flights of folk-pop benevolence in dynamic synergy, stirring tender lyrics into explosive musical complications that culminate in lavish stews of ghostly alchemy. Both sunny and spooky, Brooklyn’s GB inflicts rural Americana with disarming carnival overtones, metaphysical melancholy and reverberating group vocals.

Builders And The Butchers - Salvation is a Deep Dark Well

Seductively sinister, TBAB’s hangman’s requiems creep and crawl then pounce and preach for exhilarating alt-folk accusations. Sawing fiddles, flaming brass accents and brittle banjos expose twisted desert confessions of demonic dirges and eloquent exorcisms as, “Salvation,” indicts, smites and incites through ruthless acoustics and menacing melodies.

Elizabeth And The Catapult - Taller Children

Anchored by cozy vocalist-songwriter Elizabeth Ziman, EATC navigates breezy jazz, ska and country hybrids - gliding past a catalogue of lilting pop concoctions. Snappy, savvy craft turns the beautifully boppy, “Taller,” into smart, sharp ear-candy coated in sultry cynicism, balancing edgy and amiable admirably; its kittenish bitterness sophisticated, charming and buoyant.

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