Slipped Discs

Devin Shaffer - In My Dreams I’m There

Placated dreamscapes and audio cinema verité revolve around Shaffer’s experimental musical experiences, surreal appeals waft past casual conversations erasing borders between intangible phantoms and sentient memories. Interconnected reflections dispersed among otherworldly swirls from strummed guitars brushed in reverb, reversal and reconnaissance, There,” rises half-relaxed and wholly open, diaries fired with quiet privacy left smoldering in hallucinogenic mentions and soft-spoken notions.

Desperate Journalist - Maximum Sorrow!

Stern, surging Desperate Journalist’s unleashed jailbreak chic seethes in languid anger before detonating glorious New Wave mayhem, acid-splashed purrs, cooing accusations and egregious sneers stirred into swirling turbulence. Pulsating mirror-ball ballistics basking in backstreets, “Maximum,” captures demure uncertainty and frustrated displacement with ravenous appetites and fashionable grandeur, a brooding view into a garish paradise whose guarded facades hide dangerous derangements.

Piroshka - Love Drips and Gathers

Cosmopolitan cotton-candy covering engaging phrases with trippy riffs and percussive muscle, “Drips,” exhibits effervescent intelligence through slithering opinions, melodic pre-dawn knowledge raised on battered plastic shoegaze and woozy neon synth-rock. Subdued truths melted into glamourous analogue fantasies, Piroshka’s posh Britpop roots conjure perceptive reflections whose easy demeanor leans on watery narcotic optics where reverent tenderness blends into groovy space-age bliss.

Royal Canoe - Sidelining

Electro-funky bump and grinds dancing in sunshine art-pop gospel, Royal Canoe’s seamless digital demons romp in rubbery feelgood tumbling, skulking double-talk moxie and warm flower-power flash. Swept into flexible up-tempo temptations, “Sidelining,” moves from mellow hellos to bright family affairs in a hop, skip and a jump; syncopated pleasure cruises gleefully gliding through intriguing beats, synth-soul love and sampler jams.

Rodrigo Amarante - Drama

Blessed in carefree flair and silky lilting visions, the infectious, caressing “Drama,” sparkles and lulls, seducing in flirtatious engagements and fleeting appeasements through a cinematic pallet chilled in Brazilian skills. A multi-instrumentalist whose collaborative career extends decades, Amarante’s second solo album flows in casual imagination as understated arrangements merge intimate simplicity into shifting rhythms, lifting whispered wisdom into starry carnivals.

Bobby Gillespie and Jehnny Beth - Utopian Ashes

Passive rock theatrics roasted in seething soul and rinsed in restlessly desperate gestures, Primal Scream’s Bobby Gillespie and Savages’ Jehnny Beth concoct fawning belladonna ballads spiked in devious intrigues and trimmed in heartbreak hymns. Brave, estranged confessions, “Ashes,” rehash past romantic obsessions with moving tributes; patient condemnation mingled in shimmering regret building into anthemic contempt, bittersweet relief and cavalier weariness.

Dot Allison - Heart-Shaped Scars

Tranquil tasteful banquets serving weightless graceful sustenance with delicious wit, “Heart-Shaped,” hosts magical musical tea-parties summoning raindrop piano singed in firefly violins, balmy harmonies and nylon-string acoustics; dew-soaked chamber-folk subtly fluttering and hovering over dark gardens. Beckoning reckonings spun in light electronics, Allison’s delicate gossamer text evoke baroque emotions, sweet suites infused with playful teases, deep secrets and spooky conclusions.

Martha Wainwright - Love Will Be Reborn

Compassionate rapture encapsulated in volatile country-folk opuses, voracious vocalist Wainwright ventures past preening bleeding hearts, vanquished anguish and ravenous tragedies into transformative warnings adorned in transcendent magnificence; brutal beauty shining in uncompromising defiance. Orchestrated in divine rip-tide flourishes, the gorgeous, “Reborn,” cleanses weathered contentions, writhing, conspiring and prying open consuming wounds while piecing together tenuous remnants replenished in ephemeral remembrances.

Madi Diaz - History of a Feeling

Lessons gathered, scattered and battled, “Feeling,” peels revelations from regrets correcting weaponized missteps while mastering classic ballad disclosure through discrete self-exposure, willful lyrics and minimal instruments cradling hidden rage among rational reactions. Tender and tempestuous, Diaz weave songs around private concessions, attempted redemptions, venomous amends and honest intentions, confronting hard truths with bruising review and unavoidable choices with lusty rebuttals.

Roy Montgomery - Rhymes of Chance

Draped in clanging delays, possessed compression and submerged reverb, half-dissolved altercations permeate Montgomery’s laconic trance-goth sonics, restless fishnet experiments where methodical wallowing drenched in hesitant adventure evolves into penetrating meditations capturing aqueous tapestries. The nebulous narrative woven into, “Chance,” micro-manages chain-link fence tension and generative trembling facing an unflinching abyss; random abandoned memories sink in siren-calling slumber on galactic mattresses.

Indigo De Souza - Any Shape You Take

Upfront, wonderfully blunt and deliciously unambiguous, “Shape,” makes affectionate directness a desirable connection; personal lifeline reminders keeping it real with strong bonds popping melodic swagger onto utopian openness and emotional devotion. An unflappable wingman, De Souza’s hard-hitting indie-rock gifts swing in effortless depth as tactile facts backed by mega-electric guitars, bracing bass and clutched percussion beautifully fuse into magnanimous calamities.   

Marisa Anderson and William Tyler - Lost Futures

Honed tones mosey from melancholy Spanish ambience to sober rodeo overtures in guitarists Marisa Anderson and William Tyler’s imaginative hands; haunted and hounded, the partnership’s nomadic riffs unloose aloof ruminations occasionally joined by floorboard drums and spiraling violin. Thoughtfully cautious and firmly assertive, “Lost,” fosters vigorous mystical road-trips, curious gypsy journeys seeking frontier peace in lonely crossroads and starlit side-streets.

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