Romantic vampires? Heaving bosoms? Must be an Italian vampire film. Scott Adams dons his puffy shirt and velvet cape and swoons.

Lost Light (K Records). Review by Matthew Moyer.

Precipitate8 sweeps back into Gainesville on a wave of degradation and bad vibes. Too much hurt. Time to get a real job. Time to hide.

Gainesville boredom plunges Precipitate8 into vampire delusions, epileptic seizures and various chemical escapades.

Precipitate8, after a night out on the town, almost makes it to the car, but late night crazies and wiccan vampire watchers have other ideas.

Precipitate8 samples the nightlife in the city that Mickey built, Orlando, for a blur of goth clubs, drugs, bad silver shirts, and stand-offs with vampires.

Bladejob bites the hand that feeds it and watches the blood flow with a look at vampires and wrestling. Not what you’d expect. And more effusive praise for Steve Corino. Some would call it bad timing…