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Every once in a while someone will see something in their life which has such a profound impact on their psyche that they are never able to fully shake it; it leaves them with the equivalent of phantom pains that they can never quite shake from the rafters of their mind. TK Webb describes seeing the shanty towns of Kansas City, Kansas when he was a boy much this way: small houses built out of tin & cardboard, the kind of place you file away in your mind as a place you hope to never see. TK wrote and recorded KCK drawing from these memories, attempting to exhume not the sad narrative tied to KCK, but the emotional landscape it left imprinted on him. Born Thomas Kelley Webb in rural Missouri, TK took to the guitar at a very young age and we mean that in the most prodigious sense possible. It is said that by age 9 he had mastered the entire Zeppelin catalog, and by 13 he was applying his skills to bands spearheaded by people almost twice his age. In his mid-teens TK inherited a stack of delta blues records and found himself at home. This led him away from the by the books style of indie rock that so many of his contemporaries were getting into. When TK eventually moved to NYC he found no shortage of people anxious to have him sit in, whether it be lending his harmonic skills to bands like the Witnesses and label mates Blood On the Wall or being recruited to lend a slow hand to the boys of the Anniversary for their first tour with their new outfit The Only Children. TK though has always been more at home doing his own music, stamping out the rhythm by thumping his foot onto a broken down old suitcase loaded with a tambourine, beating on his resonator with the kind of fluid control most players aspire for, and howling into a microphone or harmonica like a madman let loose on the audience. This latest record, his second, was recorded over a weekend/six pack of sour mash at Junkyard Audio Salvage into the wee hours of the morning. With Sean Maffucci at the board, this record brings to light TK Webb?s inherent vision-talent-musicianship as well as all those memories. You can hear them dancing in the tape delay like some audible sense of utter desolation, as TK howls back at them in the rafters.