All tagged Pokemon

Detector IV

A certain Phil Stocker dropped by the shop last week, just in time for golden hour and caught the Rosita at her finest. There were also a couple of snaps of books and some stupid speakers made by Grundig in 1952. No one’s ever been crazy enough to attempt the like since and few have captured them with such phenomenal grain.

Once Upon A Season

First there was the slow and worrying closure of my larynx. Then my eye attempted to perform semaphore and throbbed accordingly. Having decided that I didn’t really need to know what came next and feeling increasingly like butter scraped over too much bread, I made for the hills, ran with the lambs and caught some of what is known by them there locals as “big sky”.

Nighthive

Basement Beehive’ landed on my mat late last year and it’s taken me a while to make my way through the trackless with any kind of conscious recall in tow. There are fifty-six tracks. 56. Take it either way, alpha or numerical and that’s a lot of tracks. Fortunately, you’re unlikely to have heard any of them before.

Chestraway

‘Hunter’ is the third long offering from the irrefutable Ms. Calvi. I had it on repeat big time in the run up ‘till Xmas and I’m not sorry. The album has a great deal to say on the subject of passion, sex and gender fluidity and this is some of Calvi’s most free, animalistic work to date.

Earthsun Cancun

I reley didn’t want to also be the one saying this - as well as every other sweating native right now - but it’s hot. Like, really hot. Like trouble-breathing-moving-eating-sleeping-existing hot. I understand that it is similarly, if not more so uncomfortable elsewhere in Europe Land but we are not accustomed to nor built for this degree of warm.

The Grass Menagerie

Someone equally afflicted as I, wrote that to love Pokémon is to remember exactly what it is to be nine and a half years old. For me, it was twelve and I remember that bulbasaur in the same, vivid way as I would recall my first beer, car and/or lover.