Steve Kenney - “Night Warnings” c30To call Night Warnings a loving homage to campy 50’s sci-fi flicks feels like a bit of a cop out, but as soon as that warbly, lo-fi synth oozes out of your cassette player, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Kenney really manages to shine on the B side’s 2nd track; with menacing electronics and a plodding rhythm, it’s the soundtrack to your starship loosing power in the gravitational field of a black hole and slowly being pulled in. Set the phasers to ‘gnarly’ and make sure Klaatu has restocked the ship’s Tussionex supply, because it’s time to leave the stratosphere.
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Steve Kenney - “Night Warnings” c30

To call Night Warnings a loving homage to campy 50’s sci-fi flicks feels like a bit of a cop out, but as soon as that warbly, lo-fi synth oozes out of your cassette player, you’ll know what I’m talking about. Kenney really manages to shine on the B side’s 2nd track; with menacing electronics and a plodding rhythm, it’s the soundtrack to your starship loosing power in the gravitational field of a black hole and slowly being pulled in. Set the phasers to ‘gnarly’ and make sure Klaatu has restocked the ship’s Tussionex supply, because it’s time to leave the stratosphere.

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"Mary" - scanned from an 8x10 rc print that was sepia toned. I also did a split blue & sepia version, but that is drying on the racks at Glassell.

"Mary" - scanned from an 8x10 rc print that was sepia toned. I also did a split blue & sepia version, but that is drying on the racks at Glassell.

"Which of these says ‘Happy housewarming’ better: mezcal or corn whiskey?"

-Me today @ Spec’s

Imperial Topaz - Full of Grace lp
So, it’s taken me a month and a half to finally get around to posting a review for Full of Grace. Despite really digging the Imperial cassette from a few years ago, when I initially got this, I hated it. Arriving in the mail after an exceptionally shitty day at work and I was more in the mood for listening to something like KARP or Unsane, which resulted in this album being discarded upon my couch.
After several weeks of somehow not being sat upon and broken, I popped it back on the phonograph and, surprise, I found myself enjoying it. Full of Grace is eight tracks of ghostly female vocals, shimmering synthesizers, and minimalistic drum patterns; very ethereal and just a little haunting at times. While I’m more drawn to the ambient side of Imperial Topaz, there’s a certain pop element that’s not unpleasant. This is definitely an album you have to be in the right headspace when listening to. I’m digging these laid back vibes.
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Imperial Topaz - Full of Grace lp

So, it’s taken me a month and a half to finally get around to posting a review for Full of Grace. Despite really digging the Imperial cassette from a few years ago, when I initially got this, I hated it. Arriving in the mail after an exceptionally shitty day at work and I was more in the mood for listening to something like KARP or Unsane, which resulted in this album being discarded upon my couch.

After several weeks of somehow not being sat upon and broken, I popped it back on the phonograph and, surprise, I found myself enjoying it. Full of Grace is eight tracks of ghostly female vocals, shimmering synthesizers, and minimalistic drum patterns; very ethereal and just a little haunting at times. While I’m more drawn to the ambient side of Imperial Topaz, there’s a certain pop element that’s not unpleasant. This is definitely an album you have to be in the right headspace when listening to. I’m digging these laid back vibes.


Go get it…

I’m finally getting around to printing the shots I took in New Orleans back in January. There has been a series of incidents that have occurred with getting these photos printed that a superstitious person might attribute to the fact I took photos of Marie Laveau’s tombs without leaving any tributes. Just today, a 1st semester student offered to rinse and run my prints through the dryer with hers and she ended up creasing almost half of my stuff.

I’m finally getting around to printing the shots I took in New Orleans back in January. There has been a series of incidents that have occurred with getting these photos printed that a superstitious person might attribute to the fact I took photos of Marie Laveau’s tombs without leaving any tributes. Just today, a 1st semester student offered to rinse and run my prints through the dryer with hers and she ended up creasing almost half of my stuff.