Slipped Discs

David Kilgour and the Heavy Eights - End Times Undone

Glistening six-string christenings switching luscious crushes for electric caresses, New Zealand’s Kilgour masters a placid muse whose seashore chords splash beneath brackish clatter, carpeting soft, focused vocals in heavenly cushions drawn from swampy tsunamis. Blessed by restless alchemists, the rambling strands holding, “Undone,” together converge in tender suspension manifesting languid jangle inside knotted indie-rock; serpentine designs assigned behind blustery bliss.

Sondre Lerche - Please

A level-headed specialist of delicate spectacle and suave carver of melodic marvels, Lerche flirts in elaborate studio panache, dabbling in compact jazz-pop magic whose breezy teasing belie deep emotional dissonance within finely-chiseled songs. A bon vivant post-divorce discourse, “Please,” flees into clever revelry, sly asides digging swinging sophistication, popping corks in proto-baroque explosions primed in champagne refrains and bittersweet cheekiness.

Niagara - Don’t Take It Personally

A denizen of resplendent gremlins scurrying from hallow choirs to ghostly commotion, “Personally,” pushes plush-pop envelopes into spackled abstractions; swirling, curling ambient stampedes washed in sunrise and dried in twilight wade through translucent truces padded in digi-glitchy mystery. Lost in galactic pageants, the seamlessly silky Niagara aptly captures cagey space-age Camelots fraught with slithery jitterbugged nano-bots programmed for luxurious purpose.

The Kooks - Listen

Exuberant suitors courting flashy blues-rock habits teeming in dreamy Motown, The Kooks erupt in a funky lather of swagger and lager as downtown boogie fitted with hip-swiveling missiles send warning shots over classic bar-room ballads fused to toe-tapping passions. Wicked, snickering hits, “Listen,” pricks ears and kick-starts bristling trashcan symphonies smothered in hardy bravado, genuine sentiment and spirited good cheer.

Cookies - Music for Touching

Trigger-happy theatrics sampling cyber-soul crooners, synth-lounge prowlers and cruise-controlled romancers, “Touching,” ushers in a cosmopolitan collage of post-modern facades. Ranging from smooth nightclub melancholy to savvy alt-pop sunshine, the cautiously exotic Cookies spotlights pitch-perfect song-merchants flipping switches on thrusting struts, lusty stardust and crushing burlesque; sunshine hipsters on a mirror-ball holiday venturing into sensuous Afro-Latin sass covered in techno-drizzled sizzle.

The History of Apple Pie - Feel Something

Raucous frosted Britpop anarchy glazed in porcelain voices, buzz-saw guitars and rampaging bass, bull-riding china-dolls THOAP grind through divine side-show glamour with fuzzed-out jousts around wiry New Wave may-poles. Capturing frazzled carousels spinning in paisley mayhem, “Feel,” reels in snap, crackle and pop, unfastening gung-ho poses around reckless psychedelics; coy, turbo-charged laments played cool, laid low and catchy as hell.

Avi Buffalo - At Best Cuckold

Lofty pop-rock toffee well-versed in majestic modesty, “Cuckold,” sports side-winding stories spiced in lyrical curve-balls and electric fireworks; a tender independence ascending from hungry imaginations lavished in biographical avarice. Wide-eyed and sure-handed, Avi Buffalo’s sophomore foray solidifies jangly band mechanics with living by your wits wisdom and gentle folk-poet moments powered by an unquenchable curiosity, uplifting sympathy and brilliant resilience.

Itasca - Unmoored by the Wind

Diaphanous old-world folk, Itasca’s singular picking, sophisticated visions and fearless lyrics weave caressing investigations into candle-lit fairyland dances, folding post-hypnotic layers of murky memories into bewitching pond-water ripples trickling in wintry introspection. Wandering through sweet twilight-inspired delights whose exquisite clockwork searches cloak endless questions, “Unmoored,” explores ghostly foreboding within magical acoustic madrigals, dissecting enduring desires lost, squandered in romantic longing.

Ex Hex - Rips

Shotgun pop-rock fire roaring chords and tricky riffs as, “Rips,” trips in guitar-powered powders showered in barracuda cool and driven with seductive friction. Bossy posses plying the raucous art of ominous harmonics, Ex Hex’s sparring darlings toss delicious barb-wired hooks baited in amazing zing, air-brushed lust and late-night flings packed in glitter-punk crunch, passion-trashed flash and polished New Wave cravings.

Steve Gunn - Way Out Weather

Organic, multi-stringed folk-symphonies seethe in slithering space-blues figures anchored in wriggling gringo rhythms; Gunn’s chattering talisman groove in elaborate slabs of tubular nuance. An unfettered zoo wild with collaborative habitats, “Weather,” churns electric devils from avenging crescendos; jammy candied banshees roasted in campfire crackle and dry-wood moan, baking tasty bandit-rock from sunny alt-country cunning, quicksilver shadows running under reclusive guru-roots.

Bell Gardens - Slow Dawns for Lost Conclusions

Swaddled narco-ballads whose whispery distance colors subtle sunrises in heavenly meditations, “Slow,” flows in deep-breathing twee seasoned in glacial vapors and hazy flavors. Demure concerns addressed in heart-piercing directness, scant demands stand beneath beautiful hues while Bell Gardens’ delicate, speckled moods rise in majestic splendor amid grand piano, yawning laptop-steel and comforting choirs; somber insomnia slogging knee-deep towards celestial serenity.

Martin Carr - The Breaks

A perceptive pop pariah, plundering jukebox wunderkind Carr’s uncanny knack for rapturous rhapsodies brews crooning magpie stews steeped in aptly-turned phrases painting ingenious scenery and ultra-melodic blossoms falling from hummable humanist tumbles. Guided by a scavenger’s waggish navigation, “Breaks,” traipse British quips around ironic wit, bubblegum fuzz and sumptuous chamber-jangle; slyly colliding upbeat epiphanies into cheeky sympathies and colorful imagery.

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