Beneath the relentless surf ghetto aura that pervades these "Drainpipe Sessions" there is a place where nothing is revealed, acknowledged by the grace of having been there at all. It’s the catch & release method of poetic composition, the B-side of a once and future flashback, stubbornly adhering to a lyric drive where the measure is meant to be taken in a single breath. “If poetry is the Atlantis of the arts,” writes Noel Black, “then KEVIN OPSTEDAL can breathe under water, and each poem is a pair of shades for a beach blanket apocalypse.”
