Slipped Discs

Laura Veirs - My Echo

Perky mirthful folk-bop tongue-twists misfit feelings into posh holidays offering anecdotal motivation; “Echo,” glows with cozy brilliance bathed in rosy string quartets, sisterly choirs and homesick pedal-steel. Refocused hopes, positive resolve and sauntering confidence makes, Veirs’ lyrical clarity and subtle harmonies leap equally easily under full moons and sunny skies, bounding from maternal Laurel Canyon dinner-parties to intimate chamber-arranged love-songs.

Tiña - Positive Mental Health Music

Dark karma harvests cathartic bargains from Tiña’s bittersweet dream-pop, reaping peppery therapy that rolls with the punches, finding joy in the unavoidable while confronting existential menace with mocking deference. Untapped rapture wrapped in psychotropic disclosure and served in homegrown commotion, “Health,” invigorates with skeletal proficiency; bone-cutting bliss led by explicit simplicity, artistic consistency and devilishly level-headed instincts for redemptive tempests.

Thaba - Eyes Rest Their Feet

South Africa comes to Brooklyn as modernized Mbaqanga slow dances in soulful romance; the shifting, uplifting polyrhythmic, “Eyes,” ties aching hearts to silenced minds with serene beats surrounded by sensual synths and passive sax. United by positive vibes and music’s universal language, Thaba consoles with flowing control, airtight flights whose graceful pacing moves like moonlit tides beneath tranquil trade winds.

KAYE - Conscious Control

Gossamer confidence embraces bold emotions as KAYE’s expressive alt-pop testaments add tempting feminist funk to delicious bewitching mysteries transforming whispering kittenish intimacy into writhing pile-driver tiger swipes craving flaming danger. Personal whirlwinds dwelling among catchy introspective epics and dazzling cinematic pageants, “Conscious,” conjures complex empowerment colored in ghostly devotion and wishful conviction, fusing lucid studio maneuvers to candid biographical transparency.

Told Slant - Point the Flashlight and Walk

Narrative parables connect and confess as the softly illuminating, “Flashlight,” weathers severed efforts with tender acceptance, modest caution and inevitable revelations celebrating life’s beautiful imperfections through plain-spoken moments centered around earnest verses, metaphorical choruses and poetic measures. Vulnerable conundrums befriending sensitive sentiments, Told Slant’s themes tease humanized philosophy into tuneful ruminations, adapting tactful, fact-driven ballads into casual mid-tempo indie-pop psychoanalysis.

Emily Edrosa - Another Wave Is Coming

Savage caveats from a savvy maverick armed in snaggle-tooth guitars, thumping drums and anchored bass; Edrosa articulates spitfire wit dipped in garage-rock assaults, rallying rattled comebacks and chasing self-incriminating impatience basted in contagious folk-punk jangle. Assisted by friends from Emily’s native New Zealand and her current L.A. residence, “Wave,” braves discouraging insecurity with refreshing perspective, astute exuberance and combative sass.

Badge Époque Ensemble - Self Help

Smooth intuitive jazz attached to stark noirish sizzle, “Help,” melts sinister synergy cushioned in tentative melodies to woke hope lit in smoky solos and palatable collaboration. The immensely talented Toronto seven-piece restlessly caresses contorted chords exploring wind-tossed improvisations into scorching detours subtly touching on fleeting feelings before launching into schooled cool from modern boppers drawing hip traditions into post-millennial splendor.

Lavender Diamond - Now Is The Time

Buoyant soirees poured over chilled vibes and house-guest benevolence, the refined, “Time,” pitches rich, architecturally measured treasures, discovering hovering pleasures in melodic messages; lofty chamber-pop swansongs whose energetic chemistry swoon in velvet well-wishing and lush encouragements. Empathetic emissaries and art-parlor angels, Lavender Diamond’s soothing muses woo, cruise and fuse seasoned carefree teases, braiding bright inviting asides around deep meaningful dreams.

M. Ward - Think of Spring

Fragile magic casting mellow spells, Ward turns Billie Holiday classics into discerning interpretations for voice and acoustic guitar, spotlighting hesitant regrets and pressing confessions through timid insinuating minimalism. Hip, cool, and wise while pining, lost in lover’s limbo, “Spring,” swings in sighing hindsight and fond farewells; intricate, sophisticated blues left at the altar dressed in nuanced truth and warm regards.

Bon Bon Vivant - Dancing in the Darkness

From woozy jubilees to sobering eulogies, “Darkness” barks in braying brass and steamy reeds fired in torch-song soliloquies reflecting sensuous reverence with flowing condolences and passionate gratitude. Hungry for life, New Orleans’s Bon Bon Vivant put down roots while reaching for the sky, embracing bawdy voodoo klezmer, street-parade funk and sweet champagne ballads that devour the sweet and the sour.

Kevin Godley - Muscle Memory

Philosophical offerings bristle in fluid brooding as Godley lobs probing vocals over techno-focused dystopias; slithering images and coiled semiotics snake past seething reason opposing capital-saturated media feeds and booming consumer vacuums. Cynical intimidation from venomous victims playing language games employing topical propaganda, “Muscle,” fusses in subtle cusses and immaculate beats; sly, stylistic mischief waxing over global meltdowns and psychic crises.

Elif Yalvaç - Mountains Become Stepping Stones

Tasty abrasions dissolve into alien landings absorbing monolithic transmissions colored in unmuzzled fuzz, disintegrating fades and stuttering buzz; the metamorphic, “Mountains,” bellows and buckles beneath tonal coronas and chromatic chasms captured by stroboscopic mitosis. Shape-shifting enigmas signaling from manufactured catastrophes, Yalvaç squeezes mammoth waves from blossoming throbs and radiant decay while chronic tectonics rise from dense frenzy to deep frequencies,

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