Slipped Discs

Yamantaka // Sonic Titan - UZU

Space-age pagans with feminist tempers Y//ST don lavish masks for mythical marriages, wedding mermaid arias to drum-circle tsunamis and storm-trooper kabuki to prog-rock operas. Stammering in manic dynamics and tenderly surrendering to eclectic psychedelics, “UZU,” enchants through perilous romance, summoning pummeling thunder from cyber pied-pipers while staging courageous art-rock parades tossed from cultural pulpits and lost in steamy Valkyrie visions.

Gap Dream - Shine your Light

Thick swishy bedroom-pop steeped in dazed paisley rooted to cruising youthfulness and bite-sized insights, “Shine,” redesigns precocious emotions with savvy slacker daggers. Dead-pan anthems rinsed in phat aquatic synths and goose-step drums, GD’s moon-beam chemistry mashes plastic acid-rock with dark disco manifestos, a massaged hard-drive mirage luring Beach Boy vampires and stiff upper lip hipsters into surreal cotton candy melt-downs.

Starnes&Shah - Shilling for Dreamtown

As a Texas choir-girl and a Lebanese poet, S&S’s strong songs conjure neither Middle Eastern seasonings nor wild Western directions. Pairing handsome harmonies to robust hooks, “Shilling,” tingles with direct, yet sophisticated flavors, solid soft-rock confidence polished in spotless frosting. Bouncing in limber rhythms and elastic happiness, the duo’s fourth full-length hand-delivers swooping Moogs, block-buster busking and tightly-wrought autobiographical subplots.

Wooden Shjips - Back to Land

Blues-based jail-breaks grind out laid-back attacks against hallucinogenic epidemics as San Francisco’s WS barrel past sturdy curves; casually balancing surging organ, bobbing bass and gnarled guitar for ultra-groovy moodiness whose shady serenades produce sand-blasted ballads from interstellar cellars. Shrouded in clouded visions and swirling jams, “Land,” sandwiches droning momentum inside neuron-firing solos eliciting electric surf-rock mojo from shocking gothic soul.

Maria Taylor - Something about Knowing

Sultry magnolia vocals spawning hush haunted thoughtfulness, “Knowing,” bestows its lush lullaby sighs inside wise replies, caressing confessions and nurturing purrs. A sweet dreamy folk-pop filly filling aching hearts with cantering kindnesses, Taylor sails through life’s twists and turns riding gallivanting melodies into heavy-lidded bliss; lovingly tumbling over frolicking alt-rock trysts armed with self-assured charm, harmonious balms and sizzling riffs.

Sun Glitters - Scattered into Light

Suffused in translucent muses dodging foggy clockwork angels, SG’s wobbly cauldrons dabble in pastel palpitations dispensing tasty sips of record-skipping glitch gurgling in wordless wisps and hard-wired trips. Sparkly marvels washed in luminous lubricants where breezy machinery drop weightless anchors into sun-soaked oceans, “Scattered,” masters a diaphanous techno-tapestry; vaporous diva-bleached draperies trimmed in wriggling symmetry and stuffed with clattering imaginations.

Anoushka Shankar - Traces of You

Poised between soothing tranquility and restless beckoning, “Traces,” blazes with feathery dexterity; each piece featuring discrete treats that swiftly shift from soothing dove-tailed duels to ravenous flocks of rapid chops. Speeding, pleading, weeping and creeping, Shankar’s sensuous sitar extracts dazzling magic traveling effortlessly from enchanted world-pop revisions to classical Indian traditions slithering past elegant piano, electronic beats and feverish percussion.

Sumie - Sumie

Sprinkled over aloof, acoustic guitar, patient raindrop melancholy graces solitary, rose-petal melodies, proving, “Sumie,” to be a level-headed sedative injected straight into the heart. The soothing, folk-chanteuse tranquility Sumie produces becomes pale, dewy blues filled with solemn consequence, precious defeats and velvety consolation. Quietly self-assured, unwavering accompaniment embraces the sweet, distant lyrics; befriending tender, orphaned affections for warm, self-reflective confessions.

Marley Carroll - Sings

Intergalactic traveler routing rhythmic vistas into scenic sonics, Carroll’s computerized grooves build synth-pop heavens whose chiffon brawn, intricate mixes and lusty shuffles flirt, revert and skirt mastering plastic disco-soul, funky rainbow space-rock and quasi-symphonic electronica. Vast imaginative patches of studio-groomed savvy balance mechanical fantasies against breathless synthetics while, “Sings,” soars and explores, cantering in expansive cybernetic trances and programmed techno-romances.

Dott - Swoon

Decked out in burning bridges about burning bridges and well-oiled choruses, “Swoon,” zooms and fumes empowered by retro-minded drive and feminine guile, teetering between lip-gloss garage-pop and beach-party alt-rock. Scoring scoff-moppet kiss-offs beneath love-song recon, the fashionably angelic and brilliantly belligerent Dott plots stun-gun bubblegum through hand-clap ballads saddling toxic bop with luscious touches of disarming harmonies and surf-punk doo-wop.

Mount Pressmore - Enjoy

Elastic contractions spinning flinching syncopation, Mount Pressmore’s modern, prog-tropical chords fire spidery geysers; edgy arpeggios dancing under swinging spires topping hyperbolic burrowing. Bendable tendrils of angular jazz-funk weave collegiate teasers into high-minded jams as, “Enjoy,” lays jaw-dropping chops wound around sophisticated art-rock romps; untraceable mazes mediating steamy impulses, wiry struts and cavalier cool while existential narratives navigate among howling counsel.

Hello Phones - Future City

Diabolical coddling inside industrial cuddling, “Future,” tutors cruel New Wave sparks from dark, tungsten spunk for devilishly dystopian crunch melting sharp, splashy laser-glazed power-punk into subversive urban Armageddon. Tattered back-alley jags coated in curdling purrs and glowing neon threats, HP taps delicious, illicit prescriptions of hypnotic electro-rock concoctions before shaking them down and roughing them up into serrated low-grade persuasions.

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