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. 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.