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The Apostrophes - Magnetic Horror

🎙️ The Found Sound Archive Presents: Condemned Ecstasy — The Album That Found Its Mind and Lost Its Grip In the early months of 1967, The Apostrophes found themselves once again on the edge of something great—or something disastrous. Their second album, "A Flower Most Evil", had imploded before release, its master tapes violently bisected by bassist Renny Fuzz in what was later described as a “symbolic gesture gone literal.” But not everything from those sessions was lost. Some of those songs, damaged but not forgotten, would resurface—rewired and reimagined—under the influence of one woman: Karen Bishop. A psychology major expelled from an Ivy League university under mysterious circumstances, Karen spent her days haunting the campus of San Diego University, petitioning courses in Comparative Literary and Cultural Studies and post-doc programs on Victorian Aestheticism and Decadence. At night, she was the resident provocateur of a coffee shop called The Grind—a legal front for pastries, espresso and an open mic; in the back, a less-than-legal gateway to recreational imports from just south of the border. Karen’s signature piece? id Echo Chamber #3: a one-woman therapy session in which she played both doctor and patient, whipping herself (and the audience) into a frenzy with a leather riding crop, while intentionally misquoting Freud and Baudelaire, to the confusion of everyone except herself. It was here she met Renny Fuzz, the Apostrophes' erratic bassist, and fell headfirst into the band’s swirling orbit. Ironically, The Apostrophes had already been unintentionally misquoting Freud and Baudelaire in their lyrics—Karen simply gave it form, shape, and a little more voltage. To repay a debt owed by lead singer Lionel Kratz to Grind owner and minor underworld figure Luis DeMatris, the Apostrophes became the venue's first—and only—house band. Their tenure was brief, loud, and punctuated by Karen occasionally hijacking the mic during instrumentals, whispering fractured monologues about repression, red wine, and ruin. Though their romantic entanglements were volatile (“toxic at best,” as Karen would later write in her tell-all autobiography), her role in the group quickly transformed into that of spiritual architect. Or, as drummer Toby Raskin put it: “I don’t know about spiritual guide. But she always carried the good s@#$. And honestly, she had more musical and business sense than the rest of us combined. At one point she just stepped up to the mic and filled in all the gaps.” Under her direction, fragments from "A Flower Most Evil" were retrieved and transformed—lyrics altered, arrangements deconstructed, spoken passages layered in like psychological debris. What began as salvage became evolution. The result was "Condemned Ecstasy" —an album initially dismissed as “elitist and pretentious fuzz,” but now heard, in hindsight, as THE major turning point in the band’s sound. Though technically flawed and inconsistent—owing to the damaged source material and patchwork restoration—the album captures the moment The Apostrophes stopped chasing the past and started inventing something strange, theatrical, and entirely their own. today, it feels like a harbinger — all pointing to the Apostrophes’ next creative phase, where chaos learned how to dance. Restored from a badly worn 4-track mixdown, with audio inconsistencies preserved and polished where possible, this album is less a document than a séance. Another near-miss. Another almost-release. But now, finally, rediscovered. The Found Sound Archive Because some things were never meant to be understood — just heard. 🎧 Audio Restoration Notice Due to the uncertain and aging nature of the original source material, the sound quality of this recording may fluctuate across passages. To preserve its integrity and enhance its listenability, we’ve employed a combination of traditional audio engineering techniques and advanced AI-assisted restoration and generative enhancement. Machine learning models were used to identify, isolate, and sympathetically reconstruct missing or degraded audio content where necessary. Every crackle, hiss, and warble tells part of the story — but where the original signal faltered, the technology listened carefully and filled in the gaps… with restraint and respect. This version represents our best attempt to honor the original while bringing it back to life for modern ears. Enjoy the past, restored — The Found Sound Archive