After I came face to face with my latest
zine nemesis - a  Mr Paul Jellybrain, at
last years
Brezhnev gig. What was
gonna happen? Were we gonna blank
each other, have a scrap on the sticky
carpet during the sound check or play
conkers? Well none of the above
occurred and l didn't detect a glass or
dirty look being aimed in my direction
from our exceedingly sly editor either.
We just sorta pretended nothing was
said and let dead dogs lie tee hee. But
what I did detect was his latest swag of
putdowns, kinky hang-ups and dead
iffy taste in greasy dago pop jumping
out from the zine box. So I had to bite
me tongue and buy a copy off the cunt
(between me and you, Jellybrain just
gets better and is without a doubt the
best all round entertaining British
fanzine your likely to fit in a Tesco
shopping bag theses days...but don't
tell him OK). This issues been a year
in the making but well worth the wait.
From the brilliant front-page byline of
"...because life can fuck you up the
arse and seldom respects you in the
to the honest 'right on' rant
on the last page, it's a fucking corker!
If like me, you get off on humour from
the darker side of life with lots of twists
'n' turns, you'll fuckin love this twisted
'n' bitter 36 page side splitter. Tracy
Emin that scruffy rubber lipped UK
artist who unveiled her unmade bed
as a piece of art and got critical
acclaim from the art boffs, gets a
severe come upance. While she's
being coshed Jellybrains other pet
hate the US of A 's act of
independence, gets some serious
amendments. And while were laughing
at the absurd that loony on a tram in
Amsterdam story was a fitting
introduction to weirdo world of
Jellybrain. And all this occurs before
we even reach page 5! The few
slightly pedestrian moments we do get
in Jellybrain these days, comes with
the editors dubious fascination with
European underground bands. The
spotlight this issue falls on Euro
the Peewees and The
Mighty Gordinis
, who sound really
exciting (adopt sarcy tone). Plus that
Jap girly outfit
Mikabomb, who are
here for their looks not their hooks!
The bands all come as a one page
brief respite of normality in between
the crackin sarcy observations and
wicked cartoon sketches. Paul's a
great artist if you didn't know already,
and his cartoon adaptations really
work well with his dry one liners.
Jellybrain's current '39 observations
on life' needs some serious
investigation. Take the
"you can't
respect a man who carries a dog"
example, or the fucking hilarious
"prodding a fire with a stick makes you
feel manly"
tee hee. See what I mean?
It's cracks like this that makes for a
barrel of laffs. Those real life
situations he encounters on his travels
can only mean snidey comments are
about to enter your air space, and the
more the merrier I say. The tale of the
American couple he met in an
Amsterdam bar or his early career as
a transient squatter are a laff a
minute. The 8 pages of reviews are
always a must to read, both on record
and zines. It ain't so much for the
product you read em, but for the way
he sum's em up! Take the doomed
Mouthwash CD for example..."The
member of the Star Trek landing party
with the red jumper has more chance
of seeing the end of the episode than
this has of seeing the inside of my CD
player again!"  
guffaw!!! Listen... just
buy the fucker and see for yerself coz
you won't regret it!
May 2002
I spotted this at the recent Adolph
And The Piss Artists
gig in Brum.
And was quite taken with the
fluorescent glossy colour cover. Once
I flicked through it and seen the 24
track CD (review up soon) release
accompanying it, I had to get it. I'd
heard loads of good reviews about this
Dublin based fanzine, and I liked Boz's
artwork that had been dripping round
the UK punk scene for the last ten
years. But I never managed to get
hold of a copy till now. I'm assured it's
very infrequently released, as the
editorial states, it looks like were lucky
getting one a year! Comes in a sharp
professional print job, which is a must
for the gifted artwork. As you probably
guessed, this ain't your run of the mill
fanzine, it's got suss, humour and a
nifty eye for detail. Although a lot of
the musical ejaculations the editor and
his reviewing sidekick Andy foam
about, leave some mental health
warnings in our Doctors notes.
Highlight had to be the hilarious seedy
GOFFIK centrespread of a couple of
monks about to do what monks do
best, which ain't brewing cider!  Ohh
the guilt, ohh the sin! The Artwork is
what this mag is really all about, it
adds character and is funny, scathing
and downright bang on. I especially
loved the hilarious bottom of the food
chain image. Steve Scanner from the
UK's most grafting fanzine delivers a
rare guest column, which was amusing
to read him getting all hot 'n' bothered
under his long main about the state of
punk and especially the hated with a
vengeance 'tribute' bands!!! Look out
Sussex Pistols he's coming to get
ya! There's an off skew interview with
an ex-street fighter! And nahhh we
ain't talking Brad Pitt here, this is the
real thing. It's some heavy from up
Newcastle way, who considering his
rep and not grassing himself up still
demanded anonymity. It's definitely an
eye-opener and pretty scary scenario
to be involved in. I gotta give Boz ten
outta ten for having the bottle to
approach such geezers without he gonna drop the nut on
me or pull my eyeball out if I ask the
wrong question? The 'Fido' cartoon
sketch was given a double page
spread, but call me tick cos it went
right over me head??? The massive
Nedger Nemesis interview
was another step into the dark
underworld of some mad Irish geezer
who by the sounds of it is a
performance artist on the extreme. He
produces antisocial rantings, black
comedy, tales of abduction and
rejection and bizarre soundtracks...
sounds like real fun. Any other
sectioned OFF jokers out there...get in
touch I'm sure Boz will give you the
third degree. The only band interview
in this issue is another obscure Irish
group of cutthroats from the dark drug
swept slums of seaside shanty town
Bray! They remind me of the Irish
Misfits in print, but with rosey cheeks
and curly hair instead of grease 'n'
makeup, god only knows what they
actually sound like? We get more light
relief on the Ship Of Fools article. This
is the editors chance to stretch his
over active imagination and gives us a
fictionalized account of what various
punk factions would do if they were
stranded on a raft together (snigger).
Sounds like Big Brother. The Dublin
Toilet humour piece shows that Boz
has a gang of good ideas running
through his bald skull. And without
being petty, I really do think he comes
over as a sorta Dublin PUNK James
Joyce (snigger). There's definitely
room for one in our punk print if it's
done this good. We end our voyage of
discovery amongst Dublin punk
folklore, with a flashback to October
1980 when Sir Johnny Rotten spent a
weekend in Mountjoy Jail. If you don't
know it by now, it's a funny tale of
infamy, lies, slaps and general
blarney. With the mood of the mag
now lightened up we finish with the
US's Wreckless Eric....
Atom and his
. Nosebleed is arty, intelligent
and like the windowpane's in DM's
trademnark loves sniffing round the
more obscure, dark corners of this
universe. Well worth your investigation.
Jan/Feb 2002 ****
First time I ever bought a copy of this
death metal monthly mag, that Rob
Filth from
Throw Bricks At Coppers
swears by. This issue is a 96 pager
double whammy and the only reason
it's on this site is coz of it's impressive
30 odd pages celebrating 25 years of
punk. Even these noise merchants
realise their snotty roots. As the
studded holo cast of screaming metal
mayhem are way out my
safety-pinned listening range, I'll
spare you the hairy putdowns and
just concentrate on the punk input.
The spiky punkette front cover was a
dead give away amongst the shelves
in WH Smiths, and despite the £2.75
price tag was enough to lure me
inside to check out the goods. I was
expecting another rerun of the old
Kerrang style approach to punk with
the '77 brigade getting another pogo
down saliva soaked lane, but I gotta
admit Terrorizer have done a
splendid job here covering and
concentrating on just about every
spectrum of the
current punk scene.
We get the original roots bleached
but it's a great insight into todays
scene too. For a start last years
Holidays in the Smoke festival gets a
fair review bolstered by some good
live pix. 'Satellite' co-author Alan
Parker is up next as he does his best
not to sound like a cunt with yet
another book plug, but he's rapidly
losing what was already a tatty
credibility rating amongst the
fan base (snigger). There is
some in-depth coverage of the latest
retrospectives on sale including CD's,
books and DVD's. But the best
coverage was left to the Anarcho
punk section which actually talks to
bands and individuals who are
around today doing stuff. We also get
some real 'on the street' views from
da kids via the punk underground
pages, which made for a refreshing
approach. Some of the current UK
DIY punk fanzines doing the rounds
get some good exposure too, all be it
excluding the Nihilism faves, but hey
it's a start for a glossy. There's a
good debate on the origins and true
style of punk with Clara Wiseman
bass player from Hackney's
winning the day with a
well sussed piece. A lot of bands who
don't usually get column space in
these mags get some deserved
profiles. Bands like the brand new
and highly recommended in some
Deadline, Sick On The Bus
Total Chaos from LA. There's a
big interview with
Bad Religion who
always come over more as
businessmen than punks these days.
Even more articles on the Oi!,
Hardcore, post punk, goff, industrial
and even the turd filled metal/punk
crossover wings of punk gets a fair
spotlight. The articles are detailed
and read well, thank god they bought
in specialist punk writers who know
what they're writing about, without
exception. It's only major downer was
the inclusion of that cunt Stewart
Home who for the life of me has
absolutely nothing interesting to say
on anything whatsoever let alone
punk. They end with their very own
top 50 punk albums chart that has
the hard 'n' heavy
beating the
Pistols to the number
one spot! Well what d'ya expect from
a rock mag! You also get a FREE
Cradle Of Filth poster which I'm sure
Rob Filth will be cooing over at this
very minute. I dunno if back issues
are available?, but I suspect they are
so check out their site for more info
coz this is worth your punk perussal,
go to...
Spring 2002 **
Great name, shame about the
paste!!!! And like the name suggests I
was looking forward to a UK Subs
kinda punk rock read...y'know soft
lights and loud guitars. Well this ain't
it. The vibe is energetic it's similar to 4
Minute Warning but there the
similarities end. The music once more
gets put on a back burner as we get
doused in political and PC
observations nicked from other mags,
how lazy is that? I mean c'mon 1 or 2
articles maybe, but every other
fucking page! How many times have
we gotta read what we shouldn't eat,
drink, or fucking view? Has anyone in
the punk ghetto heard of common
sense these days? Apparently NOT!
It's a shame coz mags like this lose
their spontaneity as were retold over
and over again like kindergarten
punks what's the REAL score! The
music sneaks in unannounced as a
side dish far too infrequently for my
liking. There is however a very good
Oi Polloi interview. Very interesting to
hear the
Cockney Rejects were their
big influence to straddle guitars, turn
into Robert Bruce historians and take
their brand of Gaelic protest punk
across the globes squats...who'd have
guessed eh? The zine reviews in this
issue ain't the best, they're rushed,
basic and are sweetened only with
sparkling diplomacy as the editor Alex
loves everything he reads!!!! Can
someone, anyone give it to us straight
any more? Ain't we old enough and
big enough to take it on the chin? It
seems Alex ain't no spring chicken
either (so he should know better) as
he quite happily shares with us his first
punk rock experience from 77/78 while
the energetic
Radio Stars entertain
Middlesbrough paper kids. We then
get a swiped piece on the French
Refugee camp at Calais, which seems
to be the soup kitchen of Europe,
before the big breakout into the Giro
haven of the UK. This is followed by
an even more morbid account from
the Taffy
Foreign Legion, who seem
to be suffering from Legionnaires
disease big style. I'm woken up with a
sharp dig in the ribs by another PC
spotlight on refugees, and this time it
emanates from the Australian outback
where they couldn't give a
Castlemeine 4 XXXX for Woomera!
The only
Subs nod in this 'ish was the
'Flood Of Lies' album revisitation,
which on a more constructive note was
more like it. Glad to say we won't be
seeing any more Mark Barnsley
appeals in the UK zine scene (as we
all breathe a sigh of relief). Reason
being he's actually out (shock horror)
having done his bird for a crime he
obviously was wrongly convicted of. A
ridiculed Thatcher the Snatcher and
old Brittle hips (Mam), are nicked once
more from the daily's but bought a
smirk to our faces as we manouvre
into the clinically depressing world of
Active Minds, where's me razor? As
earlier reports suggest, the record
reviews were a lot more inspiring,
giving us an idea of what the noise is
all about.
Red Letter Day, MDM, 4FT
all get promo profiles, with a
few gig reviews thrown in amongst the
smudgy incomprehensible photostatic
pix. Not the best photocopied zine on
the market but Barbies Dead certainly
ain't the worst either, but as my old
probation officer once said could do
better! Oh before I forget Alex (the
editor) wants YOUR first punk gig
experience in writing, either reviews,
accounts or just memories. He's
planning on putting a book out and all
those who contribute get a FREE
copy. You can get reach him via
50p & SAE Alex, Woodhouse, The
Square, Gunnislake, Cornwall, PL18
Brand new zine here from the inner
city depths of the North London punk
scene, and straight away the original
name grabbed my attention. Zines
like this bring back that old snotty
attitude that a lotta zines miss out in
today's unimaginative climate and
confirmed by.....
"do whatever the hell
you want with it, sample it , cover it,
steal it!"
I love that attitude and along
with the impressive visual layout it's
very sylish. Attractive page layouts
are half the battle in zine writing, and
M.P.T.A. is very well done without
even a hint of s
lash 'n' epoxy style.
However my pen and ink punk bubble
was semi-deflated by the political guff
involved. I sometimes think punk
zines like this printed on 'community
presses' are only allowed the
community facilities as long as they
involve the community politics in the
publication???Which is fucking
blackmail in my book, but maybe I'm
wrong, who knows? The editor Mark
warned me in his attached note...
"political as fuck but not a student in
sight" which is very true and he dont
seem the sort who'd be
railroaded??,.... M.P.A.T.A is sort of a
Class War crossed with Glue bag
Baby, but thankfully without the
middle class wankers to spoil our
punk fun, however no sight of Glue
bags natural wit either? I wish
M.PATA would concentrate at least
25% more on punk rock views, coz it
seems to have a good perspective on
the scene, but sadly the punk rants
are left to the sidelines for more
campaigning rants in this packed 52
page read. We get a massive 9 page
interrogation of
Terminus, who I
must admit ain't at all too familiar with
musically, but it's an angry pissed off
piece. I loved the 'Bunk the tubes'
article! Now this is more like the kinda
political stuff I wanna read about.
Some fictional writing is involved too,
which we don't see much off in
today's UK zine scene. This particular
tale of catching a tube full of
psychotic evil suits kept me there till
the end, The 'Thug' skin piece was a
laff too. We then get a really
YAWWNNNING interview with some
cunt called Robb Johnson, who
strums folk guitar when he aint
sending us to sleep!!! And yeah, you
guessed it....he sings political lyrics!!!
Shit like this along side other rants
like 'View from the far side' made me
switch off completely. The inventive
music reviews were small but highly
compact, which included resident
faves like
Bug Central through to
Drop Kick Murphy's and onto
Assert. So a big range gets covered.
Although we have to dodge the 'users
guide to British politics' along the
way... fuckin 'ell give your readers
some credit Mark, all this is actual
common sense to punks who can
read and write, unless your some
Kosovan straight in from Dover!!!
There's a profile of
Nosebleed who
disappointingly turn out to be a
hardcore dance band duuuuuhhhh.
The zine reviews again like the music
gets a small 3 page section but
there's more print squeezed in here
than rebel protesters at some Met.
paddock on May Day. Lastly
rain the petrol bombs home
with another interview, and
deservedly so (gutted I missed em
the other week in Brum!). So a good
debut, and yeah Most punks are
definitely arseholes including myself,
and despite the obvious, if this can
get out more often, will prove to be a
thorn in the more established punk
zines bland side... which is always
gonna be good!
£1.00 from MPATA c/o Phoenix
Press, PO Box 824, London, N1 9DL,
UK. or E-mail
Q SPECIAL - 'Never Mind
The Jubillee...' April 2002
With a forward and afterward written by
Debbie Harry and Malcolm McLaren
respectively, this 148 page glossy mag
had great potential for being a
complete load of bollocks or a very
good punk expose. And with the 25
year plus hindsight and access to
numerous punk rock vaults a mag of
Q's supposedly professional standing,
should've mustered together a better
display than this! This glossy cash-in is
a purely 76/77 London/New York punk
trip, with everything else ignored. It
sure looks the real deal with the
eye-catching cover and atmospheric
classy vintage mug shots, some are
very rare glimmers from a bygone age.
But with a load of thrown together
barth as text barely makes this worth
the fiver cover price. What really lets
this down badly was the scandalous
and innumerable factual misquotes
and shot in the dark misnomers. Why
they include a calendar of events when
your lucky to get the right week, let
alone the right day is beyond me. It
seems rushed and very sloppy
journalism done by a small army of
chancers. The main nucleus of the text
is basic heard it all before band
profiles which to be fair do cover the
main bases. But without relying on the
superb imagery to set this mag alight it
would've been a joke. The best section
is the cameraman's view of the shots.
Ray Stevenson, Godlis, Dennis Morris
and Barry Plummer give us some great
insights on how and when the shots
took place. There's also a couple of
good profiles on punk artwork, fashion,
plus the fanzine era with informative
pieces on
Sniffin Glue and Punk
magazine. But like the front cover
states in its subheading...
"All of the
bands and all of the bollocks!"
RANT #3 2002 ****
Rant #3 comes charging out it's
grubby village pen Ranting and
Raving with a new vigor and a more
inspired read. This is thankfully a
fucking big improvement on last
issues disappointing display. Mick has
finally got his act together with a great
46 page cut 'n' paste typed text of vex,
done in pristine black n white zeroxed
print. And this issue has got a lot more
thought out point of view, which we
like here at Nihilism central. Mr Rants
fixation with Mark Noah of GMM
records is still bordering on the
ridiculous, so much so, he's even got
him on the front cover, and it don't
stop there dear reader. He carry's his
'Hate' campaign inside on the 'Your
Editor Speaks' page ha! Fuckin 'ell
Mick have you took lessons in stalking
or wot? Whatever the gripe or racially
motivated case, there ain't nothing
better than reading a bit of
controversy in a zine is there?
Especially this kinda one way traffic
ha! The reviews are a lot more
detailed, and you actually get a
glimpse of what's being reviewed
instead of nice read or crap band or
great set. Talking of which check out
Brezhnev gig review at the
Lamplighter's from their last tour.
Nihilism On The Prowl (boo hiss) gets
pulled up about my last review of Rant
#2, so check out the soon come
'Don't Care Retort' page on this site
as it displays both points of view...It's
nice to get things out in the open, eh
Red Flag 77 are given a rare
(these days) interview, plus fellow
Suffuck combo
Condemned 84 get a
condemned mans discography as
well. There's a good
Steam Pig
insight from Dublin and
Dog Shit
from Brum leave a mess,
so a good cross section of punk this
time round. There's also an
profile page (highly recommended by
Nihilism) plus we are treated to a
poetry page done Mick Rant himself
(snigger). He actually slags off 'drug
abuse' on one hand, before going out
to score half an ounce of dope in the
other!? Trev Hagl rounds off this issue
with a welcome guest appearance with
his less acidic (these days) Savage
Humour on 'Censorship', 'Punk videos'
and 'Computer blunders' (snigger).
Definitetly the best Rant yet!
£1.00 plus 2 stamps from 9 Sutton
Court, 47 Leicster Road, Broughton
Astley, Leicestershire, LE9 6QE,
This issue is another first for Punk
Rocker and unlike
'Most Punks Are
this is totally going in the
opposite direction. Bland layout,
hastily thrown together and about as
rivetting as the checkered Selector
ad. on the back cover. Band
questions range from 'where was the
most bizarre place you had sex?' to
'who would you hate to be stuck in a
lift with?'... which for a debut zine you
could dismiss as growing pains but
this is issue 19 fer fucks sake!!!! If
you've got punk by numbered outfits
Scum, Lowlife, Wild flames,
Ronguns, Zero1
and Crucified
answering em, you ain't gonna
get a lotta joy. Now if they asked
bands like
Bug Central or Statch
And The Rapes
that same question
I'd be extremely interested to hear
their answers. None of the bands
interviewed or featured made me
wanna check em out in the slightest.
They all just sounded boring or
bored! Maybe appearing in Bootboy
Mail is the kiss of death to any band
ha! ha! You'd think the bands would
try at least to turn it round for
themselves, but no they just went
through the motions. Punk is
supposed to be diverse and yeah we
do need zines like Bootboy Mail which
is basically a laff and throwaway,  just
as much as we need the more serious
politically motivated zines out there.
And like most people I'm all for a bit
fun, be it at the expense of others or
ourselves, but please try and make it
worth our while with some decent
jokes or jibes next time. This is spat
out on a monthly basis I believe?, so
credit for regularity, but maybe it's
stretching it's limited resources and
every 3 months would be a more
realistic deal for us and them. At least
a few tricks of the trade should've
been learned by now don'tcha think?
Despite the name this ain't a skin
read, although there's loads of badly
drawn skin bird cartoons, sitting on
Skrots or drinking cans of Stella. And
it's all put together by Sado, who
strange as it may seem created the
smart looking
Hotwired web site
layout, so where did he go wrong
here? Sado also plays bass for
Hotwired... so if your aquainted with
Hotwired you know exactly what your
in for.  Bootboy Mail half heartedly
trys to fill the cracks with photo stats
of 'residents uprising' community
leaflets, a double page spread
devoted to some 'pervy park', plus a
fictitious 'Dear Gibbo' problem page
arrrrrgggggghhhh!! The reviews all 4
of em (no kidding!!!) were basically
more space fillers. Most original
looking page in the zine went to the
last one 'Norfolk N Good' and it was
done by someone else! So that was it
m'dears! I can see you all rushing out
to buy this one, so here's the address
August 2002
Welcome to the sick bed of Pineapple
Rd and Birmingham's snottiest (and
only) punk zine Puke. This is where it
gets real! Despite it's lower page
count, Puke makes up for quantity in
quality. I told Becca this was her most
professional edition to date, which
sent her reaching for the vodka bottle
and screwing up her panda eyes by
proclaiming "It still has a scruffy
edge!" Well have no fear Becca, coz
your scruffy, handwritten projectiles
are still humming like a beggar in
Birmingham New Street. Puke's
compact, well soiled, chaotic bloody
mess only shows it's captured the art
of cut 'n' paste to a fine art, a bit like
Becca's Vodka sessions maybe? The
print job on this one makes all the
difference too, maybe the copiers
have got more ink in em around Brum
than in Aylesbury? Coz Puke is dark
'n' strong all the way through, like a
dose of the pox. Seems like the West
Midlands is having a positive effect
on the Aylesbury kid, in more ways
than one. You wanna check out the
gig reviews for proof. I think every
lowlife punker outfit within it's 2nd city
confines has been witnessed and
documented in this issh. There's no
hiding now boys!!! The 'Weird Shit'
worldwide news clippings and
scribbles that litter it's pages still
makes for an entertaining and
hilarious read. Take the Chink on the
bus who got attacked by an eel he
was taking home to eat! Good to see
someone giving us the lowdown on
bands like the Strokes, who seem to
infiltrate the more gullible amongst us
as being PUNK! (Adopt maniacal
laugh!). The interview prey in this
bowel of sick are The Pits from
Sunderland, who don't say an awful
lot, Norwegian Paddy's - The
Greenland Whale Fishers, whose
lively penchant for volume has the
ability to make lamps come crashing
down upon unsuspecting beer
drinkers in the downstairs bar, and
lastly Bullet Of Diplomacy from
Coventry who smell of PC...where's
the fucking stew? There's a few guest
columnists who sound like they've
been frog marched at gun point to
add their swill, Dave from locals
D.T.M. nearly shot himself in the
creeper (snigger). As we close the
latrine door behind us Pukes
multitude of zine and record reviews
from the dung pile we call the UK
punk scene, still covers a wide
selection of misfits, liars, cheats and
downright life savers. Epitaph: Not
quite as provocative and abusive as
last issue but still essential if you
wanna lick the real rim of the current
UK punk toilet bowel.  
BACKFIRE Vol 5. #3
Summer 2002
Just had a batch of this impressive
Seattle based Quarterly publication,
sent over from
Christeen Aebi (the
Portland punkette responsible for the
Dead Kennedy's interview
elsewhere on this site). This mag
comes at us in a pro-glossy cover
with clean inked tabloid pages of text.
The independent music underground
(don't all run away yet!) is it's prey,
but covers a large chunk of punk
from in or around the surrounding
Washington/Oregon areas and
elsewhere. Dunno how much
Backfire cost, but I suspect you can
pick this up dirt cheap on
subscription or at local gigs.
Backfire is heavily subsidized by
adverts that are here with you all the
way, but for FREEBIE mags of this
quality to survive they are a
necessary evil. I like the personal
touch bought to us in a pro manner.
Backfires spiky attitude is crossed
frequently by a decidedly wicked
sensa yuma, check out the editorial
for confirmation. This mag is a lot
more fun to read than the current
music mags in my locale, coz It's like
a 21st century
Zig Zag (for you older
UK readers out there). As always I'll
concentrate on the punk coverage,
as that's what your reading this for.
Firstly there's a well informed
Dee Ramone
tribute. Local outfit
The Spits from Seattle (no not the
phoney Swedish combo) tell us the
difference between punk and Oi!
Backfire licks it's flames further in
the direction of Europe as the
con-artists called
the Hives get
more unwarranted exposure. How
come these jokers seem to be
infiltrating everyone's misconception
of punk rock?, we ain't fooled!!! Plus
we get Christeen's note worthy
DK article. I like the
quirky 'pin-up' page that exhibits
colossal American cars!!!! This issue
features a scantily clad, sexy Cadillac
hearse, called affectionately 'the Big
Sleep'. And finally the UK is
represented by Manchester punk
Slaughter and the Dogs, who
get pounded as they pass through
the region on their first US tour. All
this along with a massive 14 pages of
descriptive reviews and demos
featuring a lotta punk (but sadly no
gigs), brings this 36 page
blunderbust to a halt. From a glance
through the back issues I have here
it looks like this periodical has kept
it's passion and original energy
throughout the 50 odd editions,
which is no mean feat. Next issue is
due out in November 2002. So for
more info contact
Backfire PO Box 77311, Seattle, WA,
98177-0311, USA or E-mail Dawn the
editor/Publisher at
Spring 2002
Biggest issue yet no doubt, of this
Blackpool, UK A4 read. Mitch is really
getting into the swing of things
fanzine wise, which is good to see
and attractive for us. The layout is
positively sardined together with
loads of little snippets to check out,
while the main articles purrrrr along.
If like me you like a lot to read then
this is textually arousing, coz you got
a vast amount to consummate. You'll
be very lucky to devour this in one
sitting, unless you've just been
sentenced for non payment of fines.
Mitch has put some time into this
issue and like all worthy punk zines,
Minute Warning
is a labour of love.
She allocates an eager team of
contributors to their various tasks
with sharp planning. However they
don't all capture the spark of our
imagination, so it's a mixed bag of the
good, the bad and in my case very
ugly. It was good to see Vitel
Formanek from the Czech Republic
finally getting some feedback from
the UK zines. He's still on his 'never
say die' mission to contribute Euro
reviews, interviews to us ungrateful
UK zinesters. The gig reviews on
show are here, there and
everywhere, dotted around the
typewritten landscape. Pity most of
the bands were predictable. One
downer was picture quality, no clarity
on a lot of em and I had a job reading
the miniscule zine reviews. But that's
due to the print reduction which I was
more than guilty of in my own zine
career. The record reviews however
are vast and very readable, covering
all walks of punk lowlife from the
hideously ugly
Rotunda to the snotty
heights of
Sad Society. Interviews in
this issue is yet another
MDM piece,
and while were in Merseyside we get
Spike from
Retch Records who's
been beavering away on his
underground punk label since
Blitzkrieg topped themselves.
Foreign Legion (who have since
gone way down in
4 Minute
respect bracket) get their
last look in, while Glasgow pop
punkers the
Red Eyes tell us straight
why they're unfashionable. The
snidey by the minute, but funny
Apocalypse Babies make their
resurrection speech and lastly we get
one with the geezer who shoots all
the UK DIY punk videos,
. There's a good piece where
Mitch opens up her heart on her first
dabble into punk rock, way back
when she was ten!!!!, thus beginning
a lifelong fascination with
. Finally the 4 Minute
siren sounds as Squat
thruster, Steve (
Flies On Toast)
infamy gives us a neat Dutch scene
report. I just hope Mitch, who has
suffered a few disappointments at
this summers HITS festival don't lose
the hunger or the inspiration to do
more issues...she needs your
£1.20 & A4 S.A.E. from Mitch Elsden
31 Fir Grove, Marton, Blackpool,
Lancs, FY16PJ, U.K.
NME Originals -
'Complete Anarchy 1975-79'
April 2002
Now this is the real deal!!! All be it
centred around the New Musical
Express (UK music mag), featuring
archive interviews, reviews and rare
pictures. What the similar formatted
Q Special lacks in factual detail this
publication released the same month
and boasting the same page count
positively vomits forth some great
insights. We get long lost
ultra-classic interview features with all
the punk bands and major players
who darkened this mags portals from
75-79. It was good to see a few of the
minor outfits getting coverage too,
Nipple Erectors, Angelic
Upstarts, Ruts
etc. MC5 's Rob
Tyner paints a vivid picture of his
very first UK punk gig, whilst Rolling
Stones contributor, Lester Bands
spends a few weeks on tour with
.There's a CBGB's Club scene
report from '75 and a hilarious
gives Nick Kent a real insight
from late 77. Comes in a well ordered
ripped 'n' torn layout  littered with
front covers, rare sleeves and
posters from the day. You'll be
digesting this one for quite some
time, I still ain't read it all. As they say
the originals are still the best and this
is the genuine article