| SMALL SAILOR #11 Feb. 2004 **** It's always good to get an issue of Thirsk's Small Sailor, as they never deliver the expected production line ratio of pop punk/street punk bands like so many other zines out there do today. They go for a bit of diversity in the lunatics they feature which is always a strong pulling point. This issue sees our dingy editors jettison the regulation cut 'n' paste or die delivery which they had become seasoned masters at, for a more formal looking desktop layout. However it still works, and is easy on the eye with careful attention to detail. There's a good interview with UK Horror film director Alex Chandon, whose biggest claim to fame is a Cradle Of Filth video. He sounds like he's just signed himself out the local ghore house without taking his medication, but it's a good insight into how low budget filming is achieved. Alex also gives us an intriguing 5 page rundown on the best horror flix that inspired him. Strangely no Exorcist makes the grade, but I spose were talking strictly gore hounds here. Next up is Welly from Artcore zine/4 Letter Word fame. This Welsh motor mouth could talk for England if he was English, thankfully he ain't. He's always got something interesting to say and gives us an insight into his bands fallout with BYO Records, who sound like they dropped their bottle over some pop band who apparently have the same name as our Welsh boyo's. Also in a supporting cast of interviewees are short pieces with the Smelly Mob UK punk promoters and young Scotch punksters TearJerk. Lastly a couple of E-ziners Random Damage & Nihilism On The Prowl! (booo hissss!!!) make up the numbers by telling us what makes E-zines tick. There's a hold full of reviews from the current punk world and print scene, which thankfully don't pander to freebies. Plus some interesting columns on Comics, drinking Water and a scary one on Cancer. You can check out more on the Small Sailors via the tried 'n' tested route at Small Sailor for 50p & S.A.E. from 39 Station Road, Thirsk,North Yorkshire, YO7 1QH, England SAVAGE AMUSEMENT #21 **** Feb-April 2004 Sad to say this is the last issue of an era. Savage Amusement was one of the few decent PUNK/OI! newsletters doing the rounds in the UK today. Mr Hagl's personnel reasons to quit are spot on, specifically his families illness which must be fucking traumatic. So that alone would be enough to kill off less enthusiastic zines. But in Trev's case there's a multitude of other reasons to take into consideration also. The drastic state of punk today for one! Good bands are extremely rare in a sea of clones and drones, and the apathy from labels and readers is festering more each year. In fact Sir Trev deserves a load more respect for carrying the ink stained torch this far along the line. How longs it been?...gotta be over 20 years (including 7 years with Savage Amusement). So he's certainly paid his punk dues. Doing a zine or newsletter these days is a REAL fucking labour of love, with little or no incentive to carry on. The lust of having your say and promoting bands that gives you a buzz is a zinewriters drug. However Trev's plateful (Pardon the pun) is also increased in other areas, particularly keeping his new young bird happy! Which must be a full time job in itself, eh mate ha! I'm sure the labels who put good punk out will miss his endorsements immensely and his loyal readership will miss his critical snipes for sure, coz you knew who to avoid and he didn't bullshit. Wish the same could be said for the sea of arselicking yes men writers who are either liars, freebies junkies or just plain dumb.So really the only winner in this situation is the labels/bands who thrive and continue to put crap out in the name of punk. Trev on the other hand ain't put the cap back on his black biro just yet, he's found time to do a review column for Anorchoi zine which I'm gonna get me mitts on next! S.A.E. from Rosehill, 20 Front St, Tanfield Lea, Stanley, Co. Durham, DH9 9LY, UK. trevhagl@hotmail.com |
| IN IT ON IT #16 Jan 04 *** The last time I read a copy of this barrel of laughs was back in 1997 and it didn't impress me much. So when I recently got a tiny flyer through the post advertising this issue I thought I'd be a responsible chap and check it out, just to see if 7 years had improved it's minimalism. Well it's still beavering away from the wilds of Lincolnshire, UK which deserves recognition for stubbornness alone. The Times New Roman type face has been reduced significantly, giving us a more chunkier read for our money and blow me down he's actually discovered staples too!!! But I'm afraid that was it as far improvements go. Initonit ain't gonna win the Turner prize for presentation or alluring merit, that's for sure, not that Paul would care he's too busy punching holes in walls or sharpening his cleaver! The varied bands in this issue are it's main selling point...we get Birmingham's Drongos, Scotland's Swellbellys, Derby's Poundaflesh and lastly Send More Paramedics from Leeds. So if any of them are your thing you'll be sufficiently satisfied. This 24 page read still suffers dramatically from a very lazy layout, but what grates even more is Paul's hysterical PC attitude. This geezer typifies the crusty PC punk ethic in all it's acned ways and right on dogma. Everyone's a nazi who don't smoke weed, ain't vegan or don't particularly care for Osama Bin Laden. However if you like a dose of hardcore Porn like our editor, he'll show leniency. Fer fucks sake! We've all got axes to grind, but I seriously think our Lincolnshire saboteur has one for each day of the week depending on his dope intake. And he could be highly lethal with a gun in his hand in the local village street one of these days. He does however make some valid points if you can look past the glint of his blade and malnutrition in his eyes. His rants on Factory Farming, Working overtime and Geeko bollocks were on the ball. Plus there's an interesting Gathering of The Thousands gig review, amongst a load of like minded zine and record reviews.This zine will definitely put a smile on your boatrace for all the wrong reasons or bury a hatchet deep in yer head with it's anger management...it just ain't delivered with the same energy. INITONIT |
| WATERINTOBEER #7 **1/2 January 2004 Highlight of this 64 page zine has to be the front cover. It's one of those crudely drawn beastiality=Monarchy toons, that's screaming to be left in public view on a train or in a bar. It's odds on to cause offense to pensioners, people in authority or middle class University Principals! This rag is an improvement on the last issue, but only just. The bands were just as disappointing and tame as the last lot...Hero Dishonest, The New Lev Lashin and Human Fly. However we did get a Jello Biafra spoken word review, which was an intriguing read. I was curious as to what these pompous spoken word events really consisted of? Especially after hearing his Blackpool appearance was a financial disaster. Begging the question...are Mr Biafra's rants only suited to University types and the artisans amongst us? I don't really blame the man in the street for not turning up, coz I wouldn't pay up to £20 notes to see him mouth off without a band behind him...no matter how clever the ranty was. Like I said he's still without a doubt an interesting comentator on life and knows his stuff politically but lets give it a punk rock back beat please. I'd personally rather watch Johnny Rotten talking about DIY plumbing in the jungle (which was a right giggle) than stand for 3 hours while Jello takes his revenge on his canniving ex-band mates, Terrorism and the Global Dollar etc. Funnily enough it's the dollar that's the real reason for these talks...he want's ya money for his new Alternative Tentacles legal defense fund!...Anarchy for sale! From there on in WIB went downhill fast! With loads to read and see in this zine it's a letdown most of what's printed has no relevance to my world, so it's not gonna register. Again it's the quirky little pieces dotted around this zine that save it from a fullblown stupor. For instance the cartoons on the centrespread and Luke B's rants on Americanization, Black Tories and Farmers (ooohharrr!!!!) Along with informative biopsies on the 'Neighbours' TV soap and 'more reasons to hate Leeds'. I enjoy the gig and zine reviews best, the music is another lucky dip. This zine needs way more diversity in the bands it selects and covers, but I spose that's asking a lot of 3 young piss heads at Uni? www.waterintobeer.tk |
| RIOT ON YOUR OWN #14 & #15 **** Dec 2003/April 2004 It's took me nearly 3 months to recollect this latest zine experience, so appologies for the delay to any zines expecting faster reviews. I don't relocate 6,000 miles very often so future reviews will be dispatched far quicker from now on I promise. Well enough crawling onto the zines. Issue #14 of this tatty rag features Belfast's elder punk statesmen $hame Academy on the cover, whilst young punk pin-up Erika from NY Relix tops the 'Totty' chart. So this zine covers all bases apart from whiny PC punks which are dealt with brutally! There's a splendid HITS 2003 review which may be well outta date by now but the dry yuma and off the cuff remarks by our Belfast fuckwit always makes it worth an eyeball. This issue waves goodbye to Belfast's only regular punk squat...Giros, which sadly has belsched out it's last bit of feedback and could be a real blow to the punk scene out there. But these NI fuckers are resilient and should bounce back soon. As always the rough cut 'n' paste layout of this snotty journal is littered with pix of the local scene from toddler punks to fat old blokes. It's a real glut of generations. There's even an hilarious lookalike contest that made me snigger. Issue #15 features Ulster's best kept secret...The Violent Fuckwits on the cover. This bunch of chancers by a strange quirk of fate feature Billy Fuckwit on vocals! You can hear em in their full sadistic glory, plus a load of other equally rank punks on the 'Riot Down The Lane Again' compilation CD. I thought the print job this time around was decidedly better. It actually reaches a black 'n' white status instead of the new romantic fade to grey. But technicalities aside, things like ink toner don't really take nothing away from the nitty gritty of this valiant freebie. For instance we get a droll Beerzone interview, even though the fuckers ain't that entertaining. Alongside a rather tricky punk quiz, plus articles on crap follow up albums by some of punks bigger guns. The Slits, Adverts and Slaughter should hold their heads in shame. There's an interesting flashback (via a local newspaper cutting) to 1980's Belfast punk festival. Considering the time and location, it featured such strange bedfellows as The Stimulators from New Yoik and The Saints from Oz. Plus a recollection on our editors first glimpse of Dr Feelgoodds on the Old Grey Whistle Test. 'It Makes You Wanna Spit' book gets a contributers (Bills) review, which made for a neat slant. But what I like best about this zine is it's got no ego to feed on and definitely no pose to sham! It's basically how it fucking is! Which I find essential in today's ultra creepy zine community, but lets not forget it's FREE!!! with an SAE to BILL, 5 GLEN ROAD, BELFAST BT5 7JH billyriot@hotmail.com |
| 4 MINUTE WARNING #7 **** The current spiky Anarcho zine from breezy Blackpool is really getting into it's bondage stride, big time! A strong thick black print job means you get to read everything! including the smaller handwritten print in all it's dissapproving glory. Mitch god bless her, loves her early 80's inspired protest punk. And that enthusiasm radiates out from every page. However It won't immediately ignite everyones view on punk, as some of the bands glorified in here don't merit the shit off ya shoe. But 4MW has so much to sink ya teeth into, it's gonna be a big fave with every black clad spiky top since leather 'n' studs 'n' acne was first introduced back in th'e doomy gloomy 80's. Blackpool's current flagship band the highly rated (in most North-West punk circles) Sick 56 seem to be creating waves and flooding the localised shootout within these pages. They've easily overtaken nearby Fleetwood's jaded One Way System in the hear 'n' now 'n' hungry for action stakes. We then head south to the encrusted London squats of the Restarts, who've just got back from a debut US tour. They reluctantly share a bar of soap with miss rawk Beki Bondage. Brummy punk legends GBH talk to Vitek Formanek, who is proving to be a crucial contributor and Euro reporter on all things punk rock in this mag. French wankers Charge 69 make an annoying appearance, bringing back pissed up garlic memories of a confrontational showdown on the streets of gay Paree after a Pistols gig back in '96. However the very exceptional Resistence '77 who've reformed bring up the rear of this punky rant. Just hope the Resistance boys can reignite the classy sound they had 20 odd years ago? Sad to say I missed out reading the last half of this zine after leaving it at the Sado-Nation rehearsal space that they share with Defiance. When I went back the following week it went walkies. Defiance who no doubt lapped up this issues positive review of their latest release will no doubt have it on their bedroom walls as we speak! 4MW still remains one of the few UK zines who gives you value for money, loads to read And some naivety thrown in along the way. But basically without posh layouts and straight attitudes it's gotta be worth your inspection. £1.60 & A4 S.A.E. from Mitch Elsden 31 Fir Grove, Marton, Blackpool, Lancs, FY16PJ, U.K. |
| EVERLONG #5 *** Another brand new issue of this rather orderly Bristol fanzine that walks the fine line between punk and it's cleaner pop punk posh cousins. You won't find no Anarcho signs in here, no vegan recipes to yawn at and definitely no glue sniffing mohicans who in this day and need snuffing out like those old straight geezers with mullets me thinks! Everlong can and will sometimes give us an ultra squeky indie feel. But luckily for us and them that ain't no bad thing where this zine is concerned, coz this is extremely easy to read. Just wish the bands were a bit more exciting. Either the editors are are easily pleased or they ain't into confrontation or bands who can look em in the eye and tell em what they hate? You can tell the Everlong editorial have outgrew their rebellious stage and are aiming at the more mainstream punk scene which can leave us awkward cunts a bit frustrated. They do however turn back the clock and pull off quite a scoop as they feature a rare interview with Mick Jones (Clash) who's now running his own recording studio. Unlike Strummer who stayed passionate about his music till the very end, even though it was way too worldly for our guttural tastes. Jones came over as a bit of a wanker. Strummer always had something sussed to say. However Mick Jones who was the prima donna of the Clash by all accounts was also the very good tunesmith. He gives us a more laidback approach and makes you laugh at him as well as with him. He sums up the Clash's influence on punk and music in general with a terse "We asked a lot of questions, but didn't know the answers, and didn't give a fuck!!" Which you can't argue with in my book. As for the rest of this 44 page read, we get cover stars the energetic sounding Filaments from Chelsmford, who bring us their brand of bouncy brassy punk. The Transplants from the US who seem very talented on paper and feature Tim Armstrong of Rancid in their line-up. But like all these side projects by budding punksters seem to be yet another bland splinter group formed by jaded hipsters. They are joined at the hip by the equally insipid Bear vs Sharks from jolly old Michigan. Things lighten up somewhat with the humourous Hacksaw from Bristol, who are described as a sort of Steptoe And Son meets the White Stripes ha! As always we get a fucking boatload of gig reviews. Best of which had to be the slating of fellow Bristolian outfit Disorder. Plus 16 pages of records, zines and book reviews. Its available £1.00 & a5 SAE from Shane.Baldwin@uwe.uk |
| TOXIC STRESS #19 Summer 2004 **1/2 Looks like Toxic Stress is creeping out the Derby sewers anually these days. I remember when Ade used to knock em out every 3 months back in the nihilistic 90's!!!!! Well you can tell by our editors lethargic intro to this zine it looks like Toxic Stress is feeling the strain and on it's way out or at least needs a sudden and fast shot of action in it's arm to light up the Derby scene and fire up Ades enthusisam? Ade your becoming such a lazy sod, even I'm shocked!!! If the editors of zines can't be arsed to give us some real reason why we should read their apathy on tap publications, then what's left to inspire punks to actually pick zines up? When this arrived I seriously wondered why he included 6 pages of reviews from this site! Either he's not getting enough review material in or he's lazier than me. Well it's flattering to get my views used in print I spose, but not to this extent!!! I feel like I've squatted the his Toxic zone and I'm sure his stressed out readership won't appreciate my awe in the soup, but that's his decision and I can certainly live with it even if they can't ha! And if that ain't bad enough he's pleading for more people to send in their reviews. It's good that he's giving punks a chance to air there views, but it's beneficial to have your own say in your own zine too, coz lets face it that's why we write the fuckers in the first place aint it? Lets quickly move on! He does actually do some of his own reviews which is good to see, in the shape of of zine and record reviews, So he can still lift a pen when the urge rises. I particularly liked his Joe Strummer tribute show review. And he aims a well armed pot shot at the growing army of celebritys who don punk t-shirts as fashion statements. We also get two interviews with the Rong Uns from Leicester who sound about as exciting as Sunday morning in Derby awaiting for the pubs to open. And the equally stimulating 3CR which stands for 3 Cornered Rug..... by jeezus!!! These jokers come from Manchester which obviously accounts for the drop in quality. Toxic Stress has a better print job than last issue, so at least we can read everything. But Ade old bean, try and be a bit more enthusiastic next time, for the zines sake as well as ours. You can get this for (No longer in print) |
| KERRANG! 'SUMMER OF PUNK' Summer 2004 **** I'd get hung, drawn and quarted by the crusty DIY-hards if I reviewed this in a printed UK zine, but fuck it I don't care! This Kerrang! 'Summer Punk Special' was worth getting after it was bought to my attention by Joe Donnelly (cheers mate) while I was still in Portland. However I managed to pick one up on my return. There's a 24 page punk poster pullout featuring an array of old and new comers to the punk scene, some of whom look decidedly tame and fake compared to the brilliant live Clash shot for a great vibe on punk. This full coloured 132 page jam packed mag is really very entertaining, because we get some rather good honest insights into a vast array of punk outfits like cover stars Green Day, Rancid, Bad Religion, Offspring and why they formed etc. As you can see this is predominantly US focused with only the UK featured from an historical angle, along with the original New York scene. Which when you think about it is a shame really as there are some good bands here, but I spose unless you sell a million + you don't count. We also get some exceedingly dodgy players who will last 18 months before showing their true colours, some of whom having already done that and Blink 182 are at the top of the list. It'll be interesting to see if the predominantly metallic Kerrang! readers can suss out who's who, out of this melee. Lars Fredrickson of Rancid is one helluva fat bastard these days. I feel his parody of punk look is becoming ill fitting as time creeps on and his waistband thickens. But he still talks a lotta sense and I think he's genuine in his own delusional way. However total wankers like Sum 41 really do convey whats wrong about mainstream punk today. They're just cunts, but I was suprised that the equally suspect Casey Chaos outta the attrocious Amen had the right attitude at least. There's a predominent Skatecore US feature which covers it's begginings which was well worth a butchers to read up on. There's some good roundups on the best gigs, books, venues, Dvd's and films on offer, plus punks influence on bands like Motorhead and Guns 'N' Roses. The biggest downer was the 'Shape Of Punk To Come!' I think every band listed look like they're gonna be about as exciting and as threatening as a trip to Fred Myers! But if you can look beyond the glossy groups in eyeliner and expensive tattoos, there's a wealth of potential information in this issue that'll keep you entertained for a few hours at least. Back issues are available so check out the website if you ain't already seen a copy. www.kerrang.com |
| PUKE #8 August 2004 **** Has it really been 2 years since Puke's last throw up in the zerox dog bowl? Per fucks sake!! Not that the Puke bastion has been dawdling in it's absence, coz Miss Puke's promotion sideline is kicking off big style in between drunken excursions. So we have to content ourselves with a now bi-annual shot of Puke, which is still a stimulating experience in punk print. And although it's not as up to date as it once was, or as 5th form and ink stained as past issues, this Stirchley based zine will always be a cover to cover read here in the Wolfs Lair. For the simple reason it's still got that raging, messy, handwritten/typed layout with a caustic attitude that makes it a veritable contender for one of our septic isles most notable zines today. Good to see Becca Puke changing her mind on Joe Strummer whom she slagged with a vengeance (circa his solo period) and rightly so. However since his untimely death she's given him a rather good and poignant send off. Pity some of the interviewee's in this issue don't live up to Pukes on the edge vibe. We get a somewhat mediocre one from from Geordie ex-skins Crashed Out. Derby's strumming punk minstrel Paul Carter adds a bit of humour, whilst long running Brummy skankers General Winter stay well on the fence for fear of aggro or upsetting their fellow comrades.. .chickens! Like I said Puke these days seems very grown up alongside earlier editions. Not sure that's beneficial in the big scheme of things, but I spose even zines written by Aylesbury defects graduate to adulthood sooner or later. The reviews are short and candid, but some of the matured taste as the Puke bowl widens leaves a lot to be desired. But one thing you do know with this zine is it ain't gonna pander to freebie favor, as the now defunct Fracture gets dispatched without mercy. Keeping the entertainment ante rolling, there's a great shot of some meat shop sign with the immortal 'Bush & Son Ltd'.. .Wholesale Butchers', which was a giggle. We also get a 2 year update on all the gigs Puke's made a mess at, and there's been quite a few. Plus an amusing if slightly surreal fly swatting routine in bed-sit land. As we speak Puke is making a long awaited appearance on the WWW so hopefully we'll be getting more up to date vomit and views pretty soon. If not buy this or check out one of the forthcoming Brummy Puke promotions at the Royal George bar in Birmingham where copies will be available no doubt! (No longer in print) |
| GADGIE #18/ WATERINTOBEER #8 April 2004 ***l/2 This is one THICK fucker, as in page count, not intellectual performance. What you have here is a couple of zines with plenty to say and totally different ways to say it. From Gadgie's textual minimalism to WIB's crazy clutter, we get two very different angles what make split zines so good. Hailing from Lincolnshire, UK comes the by now veteran Boston Queen of the UK zine scene, Gadgie. This is a fanzine bought to us via Marv, who's a strange breed in zine circles. By day he's a PE schoolteacher, but by night (and during school holidays) he miraculously transforms into a punk scribe. Now if that ain't a weird twist of persona, I dunno what is? Punk has become so inbred into mainstream culture these days, that even schoolteachers, priests and god forbid cops make up remnants of our cultish phenomenon. I'm not knocking it, I just find it strange that some pupil at his school into punk could be reading his PE teachers fanzine ha! In my days teachers were authoritarian figures, especially fit sports teachers, who were the enemy at the gate. And for lazy, unfit cunts like meself who were barely made the cross country run before dinnertime, we deemed these bullyboys as positively satanic! But there ya go the times they are a changin. Marv retains that school boy view on life in his writing style, and I bet the kids think he's sound. Although I hope he don't switch personality at work. But back to the zine, we are still inundated with tales of his schoolboy past which can drag on somewhat, but luckily for us his other main topic of coversation is Middlesboro FC, which never fails to gives us a sly smirk at their expense. If you peel away those faded reminisces, Gadgie brings us up to date with punk reviews and interviews. What I like best about Marv's accounts are his Boston Indian Queen (local punk venue) anecdotes and tales of punk rock intrigue. So more punk please Sir! Waterintobeer based in the Yorkshire urban grime of Leeds, reads better when it's more compact and there's less space for trivial filler. Having said that, it's trio of editors are itching to dispel their scribbles to an ever growing mass (if there distribution links are to be revered). The best section in this developing zine was the editorial focusing on ghettos, which I gotta agree was bang on. There was also an amusing, if slightly fawning Justin Timberlake piece. The wanker was spotted on some local ski slide. Which made me wonder whether those rumours circulating the punk world, that he's gonna play Johnny Rotten in the new Penelope Spheeris biopic are true!? Gawwwwd help us if it is! Back in the real world, Trev Hagl keeps the humour flowing as a guest columnist in the 'I hate Leeds' series, which was a guaranteed laugh for anyone who been viewing his run in with the Leeds PC punk police. Some parts of the on going Finnish gig diary were interesting, particularly the hitchhiking bit. I enjoy the gig reviews best though, coz it reminds me of my not too distant past...sleeping in doorways, missing trains and meeting aggro on the street. You know the score. Although I think these kids may need psychiatric help if you're walking the streets at night talking to yerself! As always a fucking boat load of reviews that sweep a pretty big section of what we deem punk rock and all its offshoots. There's even room for a couple of interviews with Canadians, The Real (ha! that's a laugh) McKenzie's, and some faceless ska/metal outfit called Goddamn Minivan making up the numbers. www.waterintobeer.tk |
| BALD CACTUS #22 2004 **** I picked this zine up in Wolverhampton of all places, at a recent dark Drongo's gig. And it wasn't until I got home the following morning, in the cold light of day and in alcohol recovery, that I checked out the residue littering my skyrocket. What scared me more than being skint was I realized I got the latest edition of Bald Cactus!!! Hmmmm the omens weren't looking good, as this was possibly the worst zine that I read in 2001! However from the 'Gurning' front cover onwards, I have to admit this Leeds zine has made one massive improvement on the last dismal time we met. The whole zine looks like it's had a major, and I mean significant overhaul. Loads more artwork comes in a fucking crystal clear print job, with dare I say it... a professional looking layout. And there's just enough cut 'n' paste to keep it from being the clinical boring drudge we were once witness too. It's even gotta a fucking upbeat feel to it! So Andy old bean, well fucking done! I really thought you'd lost the inky plot by issue #19. It's such a relief to be proven wrong, coz the longest running Yorkshire punk zine has finally arrived into the 21st century along with a full Anarcho battery a blazing in it's wake. Although it's PC politics and high almighty sectarianism is still prevalent, Bald Cactus don't ostracize the passerby nearly half as much as it did once upon a time. BC features good solid interviews with a good set of characters. First up are the vagrant Scarborough noise niks, Active Minds. They give us a real insight into touring Euro squats, dog kennels and Belgium which sounds nearly as bad as Scarborough! Local and lean hardcore outfit Indicator who are now known as Burn The Borders bring in a fresh hungry outlook. And finally we get Anarcho autocrat Colin Conflict, who sounds like he had his lawyer present when answering the probing questions. A revealing interview for what he didn't say I must add, and considering Conflicts assertive profile did ring alarm bells. Sacre bleur! there's even humour too. Check out the welcome return of the Andy Anarchist cartoon strip on the back page. The eclectic reviews are honest and on the ball, and this zine must be the only one I've read who's given those Scottish weirdo's Opaque a slot, all be it with the inevitable slagging. The letters page was entertaining, featuring Croats pledging undying love, money making schemes and football in punk. The columns were worth your perusal too with wide ranging topics like Security at gigs, capitalism, consumerism, first arrests and Christians tee hee. Good to see a few new UK zines making their debut in this issue too, which is promising in our UK zine scene. We do need NEW blood and ink badly! With this issue Bald Cactus makes a welcome return to form so c'mon kids can you match this blueprint?... we wait with baited breath. BALD CACTUS |
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