Twenty five years ago I spent three months in Florence, studying studio art. I'd take long walks with my discman and a disposal camera. Through blurry caps of motorini and stone buildings, I became obsessed with an enigmatic poetic series of graffiti that was littered across the city center. The lettering was done in atypical blocky style, usually consisting of short lyrical phrases or verses. Almost always punctuated with a three eyed face glyph.
I've carried some of these photos and phrases around with me for years. They inspire and help put a label on the mood of these songs. Through dubby echoes, deep resonances, percussion voiced through vocoder, and fractured breakbeats, this album explores hazy memories of the places in between: late walks home, early mornings awake in bed, clatter of heeled shoes heading out for the evening, passages through the halls of young adulthood.
