tracking by antenna decay (released February 21, 2024)
Is there a constant beeping in the background, or is it tinnitus? I take my left air pod out, and the beeping stops, but now track two is playing, and I still hear the beeping. I checked my surroundings and removed the air pod again, and I realized it was the album’s heart monitor.
The first two songs are piano and nice and short, but track 3, “found,” is where the album begins to shine. It sounds like a slowed-down oldie with a full band (strings, winds, drums, etc).
Track 4, “slow,” has big Weather Channel vibes (a staple of the genre) with its piano tones, electric guitar riffs, and jazz flute! It also begins what I’m going to call The Trilogy, which, if you put all the single-word song titles together, makes “Slow Days Fading.” The album is also tagged as “Sentimental Transmission.” I recommend that fans of the soft rock bands Chicago and Bread start here, as well as anyone limited to time. The album sounds like a tragic love affair, good times and bad. It felt like the pace of the beeping varied at times.
Track 7, “worn,” is a melody I know from somewhere, and research is still ongoing.
Track 8, “gone,” I recommend to fans of dunegon synth and cottagecore.
The whole time, I was waiting for the beeping to cease or remain in the steady drone of death you see in the movies, but it never came. Which is fine; you live another day.
The album description is like the gray text box from an adventure:
viewing the memories of a soon-to-be-gone tape.
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you walk into the attic.
the dust dances in the air around you.
there it sits, in the exact spot where you once stood, sun-bleached.
you feel a sense of familiarity.
you walk into your bedroom.
the smell of your past greets you.
there it lies, as if it were waiting for you, wishing for your return.
you choose to face yourself.
you walk into the living room.
the carpet feels softer than usual.
there it lies, gone in a moment, never to be seen again.
you watch as it all passes.
Many artists will write some micro-fiction, or poetry.
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I’ve battling a bit of scope creep with finishing the next draft of my submission to the Liminal Horror Twisted Classics Jam.
I drew this after writing, “Her Bible is white, and she holds it in both hands, like a big sandwich.” When I need a break from the writing and frustrations and it's too hot to skateboard, I’ll draw the writing.
