February 2005
I find Everlong to be constantly one
of the easiest zines to read, around
the UK today. They don't go for a
maze of cut and paste, but offer a
more clean cut, desktop finish. Which
although lacks a certain panache, it
can make for a fast and easy to suck
in guide through it's 48 pages. There's
quite an interesting floor show of punk
luminary's to make a mess in this
issue. So swot up on how Californian
punk billionaires
Bad Religion,
function away from the office. Swoon
at how Hull's
Freaks Union (formerly
run of the mill guttersnipes), have
turned into a real band...shock horror!
Or wince at
Blaggers AKA/ ITA/ CIA/
C&A who were never punk to start
with, but are back sniffing for more of
our leftovers. Maybe you wanna simply
croon with delight at the progressive,
melancholy, Ska, thrash, rock outfit
:howards Alias:. If those
fuckers didn't make yer laugh out loud,
you can smirk slyly when no-ones
looking as New York's
Leftover Crack
singer Stza (this issues cover star)
throws down the gauntlet to his former
record label BYO's pretentious Stern
Brothers, over threats and intimidation.
Those East/West coast punk rivalry's
are something else ain't they? My
moneys on the Crack head!!! All this
subterfuge and big business is thirsty
work, but is eclipsed by the massive
Headwound (Leeds 'right on'
Fanzine) interview, which turned out to
be the highlight of this issue.
Opinionated gob shite's from Yorkshire
or just a stubborn mind-set?, the jury's
still out? Catty editors Rachel and her
Geordie crony Chip pan give us their
dogmatic views on everything zine
wise, gig wise, punk wise and unwise
from their Leeds PC ghetto. Finally,
Burning Britain book author
reveals his highly anticipated
next Anarcho tome is gonna be called
'The Day The Country Died'. So a
pretty eclectic bunch eh. All this comes
along side a multitude of gig, zine and
record reviews. The only major
bummer I found in this their best issue
to date, was these West Country
periodical sons, seem to review
nothing but Ska punk, which here at
Punk Rocker is a crime against
humanity!!! If I hear one more 'brass
section' comment it'll be too soon! But
apart from that war crime, this local
zine has a definite worldwide appeal so
check it out.
£1.00 & a5 SAE
from Shane.Baldwin@uwe.uk
Mojo March 2005
Not another Mojo Punk Special you
may well ask. Yeah it is, but this was
really worth getting. If you wanna
capture the spirit of the 76-1980 punk
boom in Technicolor, you won't go far
wrong with this. Contains some rather
pleasing rare pix, in amongst a gigantic
pile of long lost punk gems from the
Sounds (early UK music weekly)
archives. And yeah I know the original
wave of punk has been dissected,
scrutinised and reproduced so many
times before, but this 148 full colour
glossy mag manages to regurgitate a
load of exceptional interviews that ain't
been seen or published elsewhere for
at least 20 years. They contain all the
shit you need to accompany those UK
punk rock gems from our snotty
legacy. And a great way to get the kids
into the vibe of their early punk roots
too. Nick Kent the Ex-NME junkie
scribe and victim of Sidernee Vicious's
rusty chain slinging, gives us an
hilarious take on the early punk scene.
Nina Antonia lets us in some long lost
Johnny Thunders
memoirs. Alongside some terrific early
interviews with
the Ramones, the
Jam, Buzzcocks, the Clash, the
Stranglers, the Damned, Siouxsie
& the Banshees
and the Ruts. As
well as a rather good glimpse of the
Pistols in Sweden. Best bits however
was the short up to date interviews
done with punks like
Jayne County
who in-between caring for her elderly
parents in Georgia, is still doing
sporadic gigs both here and abroad.
Gene October of Chelsea was
another scream, as he confides he's
now working for Brighton council on
the bins in-between recording a new
Chelsea album. They're funny,
intriguing and down right entertaining.
And yeah they do ask
Billy Idol if he's
made a million, coz he's probably the
only one featured in this mag who has.
And Bill answers in prophetic terms by
announcing he's also spent a million
too. Other items worth your perusal
are a bleak eyewitness accounts of
Sid's last few gigs in New York by
people who were there as well. All the
major punk records, CD's and DVD's
get analysed. Plus a good roundup of
punk on the TV and the big screen.
You can even win a night out with
in the competition if you
guess the colour of Rat's barnet. For a
more up to date focus on punk, we get
the rise of
Green Day, but then it all
went completely off the rails by
checking the modern pulse beat of
punk, which included such DIY acts as
the Libertines (what?), Kaiser Chiefs
(who?) , and Busted fer fucks sake!!!
Errr what happened to
the Briefs,
Midnight Creeps or the Violent
that's what I wanna know?  
Mojo's obviously out of touch with
today's scene, but thankfully on an
historical level these punk specials
really are spot on!
Debut issue of this rather dapper
looking green 40 page zine risen out
the ashes of
Small Sailor and My God
Can Beat Up Your God
zine camps.
Thirsk for all the people outside
Yorkshire and England is the northern
outpost that has an unhealthy punk
rock affiliation for sporning bands and
zines alike, and with an unrelenting
turnover. They don't all deliver the
goods however, but this fucker
certainly looks the part and does
indeed create an amusing and
entertaining read for most of its debut.
And like my current fave Thirsk zine
Small Sailor, Thirsk First radiates an
engaging cut 'n' paste veneer to it's
spiky and somewhat acidic prose. A
neat looking zine that draws you in with
every corner of the page bunged up
with text on politics and punk in
general. However for an added
touch of annoyance, co-editor Mr Aron
Beatup's 'Chav' viewpoint on life these
days seems totally alien towards our
punk rock landscape. Has he really
turned into some anal blink weighted
white gangsta rapper that are a breed
set for obvious ridicule in black hip hop
circles let alone punk? Or is this just
another attempt at controversy in the
Yorkshire dales? I get the feeling his
outlook these days is something the
punk scene is or should be attacking
not condoning? It seems pretty sad
that a punk zine has to resort to other
cultures to get its kicks, whatever
happened to the spiky punk attitude
that was funny and intriguing once
upon a time? That aside, we get loads
of columnists in here that greet us
from all walks of punk life, including
Wolverhampton via Portland
ferfuksake! And alongside a varied
snapshot of reviews which thankfully
don't suck up to media hype, it keeps
the reading ante in the red. However
the bands in this issue weren't really
living up to its smart looking interior.
The Foamers who've since split up
are ska tinged street punk which in
other words means boring. While the
more imaginative
Mingers from
nearby Leeds seems to have a certain
allure all of their own, which remnds
me i gotta get hear em for myself.
There was a good interview with yank
artist Kristen Ferrell who is responsible
for some rather apt Alice In
Wonderland kinda punky graphics. Not
sure if this'll be an annual thing but I
look forward to the next issue of
Thirsk First if only to see what scene
Mr Beatup has hijacked next time.
50p + (SASE) PO Box 132, Thirsk,
*** 1/2
These are coming at us thick 'n' fast
and 4 times a year, these days. Which
is always a good sign. However Bill
mustn't succumb to freebie pressure
quite so much if you know what I
mean. We much prefer his naturally
spun script even if it means waiting an
extra month or two coz this Issue does
seem slightly rushed to meet his
quarterly deadline me thinks.
Especially if you gotta resort to
interviewing web nerds like me till local
Runnin Riot come back off
tour. I was a bit miffed considering my
current high profile that I didn't make
the front cover of this issue. But
realistically speaking how's an old
wanker like me gonna compete with
some young in their prime and
contemporary Mohicans, I ask ya? Oh
well despite my failed shot at infamy
there's still enough laughs and
entertainment in this rapid read to
leave most other zines standing. So
ever mind the bollocks here's the
booty. As per usual we get some up to
date news bites on the local Belfast
and international punk scene. A
boatload of record, zine, gig and book
reviews are administered in Bill's usual
articulate way. Plus some short but
rather readworthy bits 'n' pieces on
CD and vinyl artwork. And to add a bit
of glamour there's a punk chick centre
spread. And for social history buffs a
profile on Fatty Arbuckle who caused
scandal in the silent movie era. As a
bonus we get the missing lyrics to the
1000 Drunken Nights/Violent
CD, which no self
respecting punk should be without.
Plus a misspent tale of youth gone off
the rails in 'Land Of Hope And Glory'.
Definitely a bit slimmer than usual but
as well as the usual spiky pix and
witicisms it's FREE, it's a riot and its
FREE with an SAE to
JULY 2005
Riot On Your Own comes staggering
out the boozer with its 20th instalment
and enough debris from the recent
Wasted festival that you just know
you're in for a grubby Morecambe
treat. Our vet Belfast scribe bears
witness to the 4 day drinkathon in
between sniffing round the young birds
and getting himself photographed with
an array of C-list punk celebs.
Sick 56 are this issues
cover stars and a bitter Uknige (who
also fronts
One Way System) gets a
severe questioning on subjects like the
highly important issue of
football teams do you support, and
should Blackpool FC change their
horrendous orange strip?"
I must
agree with our editor here, coz orange
ain't half as sexy or pleasing to the eye
as old gold 'n' black. The other band
to get pursued round the bar are local
1000 Drunken Nights who
give equally zany answers to the
extremely wacky questionnaire.
Highlight of this issue has to be the
hilarious Wasted review, which seems
to have cost Bill an arm and a leg in
B&B's and air travel this year. But
those extra finances didn't stop him
stalking the young punk pussy or
asking Pauline Murray of
to take pictures for him. It's highly
entertaining as our hero prowls the
punk resort in his unquenchable quest
for action. He manages to get some
decent shots of all the female bands in
action (why doesn't that surprise me?).
Andi from
NY Relix tops the totty chart
for about the 3rd year running so no
change there. The reviews in here
cover a vast selection of the Captain 0i
catalogue which makes me pretty
envious that the Captain doesn't deem
it suitable to send any of his
contraband out to webzines tut tut. All
this plus a punk anagram, a giant
teddy bear and a Wasted
centrespread of pix gives this Belfast
Freebie a recommended place in your
punk staple diet. Highly entertaining
FREE with an SAE to
This is a brand new un, at least to my
Wolvo mince pies. And arrives from
the less trendy Yorkshire bastion of
Sheffield in the UK. I picked up this
fluorescent pink freebie on one of my
recent Brummy gig outings, and like
Riot On Your Own this being Free
doesn't necessarily mean inferior
punk rock rants from some sad twisted
idiot with a spare photocopier on
hand. On the contrary
Anthill is well
laid out and has a professional print
job. It covers a wide range of punk
that's splattered its way through
Sheffield and beyond. Editor Jake
slides anti hunt gripes at us every so
often, but doesn't quite bore us to
death unlike some of the other
Yorkshire zines with similar views. This
issue is however dominated by a 5
Goldblade interview. And
although their kinda punk rock 'n' roll
ain't really up my street, the singer
John Robb who used to write for
Melody Maker does has some valid
points to make about the punk scene
today. We also get a UK debut zine
interview from Germany's
who are according to Anthill,
are Germanys best new punky outfit.
They apparently play some sorta
hybrid with a psychobilly edge. Plus
we also get an introduction to brassy
punk outfit
Buzzkill from nearby
Leeds. My only niggle regarding the
interviews is they don't include any
form of contact or even an email
address so you can't really find out
more about the bands in question.
There's a wide selection of gigs
reviewed, plus a smattering of records
and zines. Jake the editor seems to be
a relic from the early 80's era of UK
punk but don't let that, or his easily
pleased outlook put you off coz his
enthusiasm for the new punk sounds
the Briefs has to be applauded.
We also gets some varied newspaper
cuttings and an old
Toxic Reasons
profile plus some classic US Hardcore
albums that pleased Anthill in the dark
distant past. Anthills a light hearted
fast punk read and worth picking up at
a gig near you if you spot a copy or
you can get one here instead.
Jake Anthill, 68 Southend Place,
Sheffield, S2 SFQ, England.
Summer 2005
First time I've actually checked out
Part Time Punk zine that sails from
the punk port of Southampton. And
after inspecting this issues punky
cargo it has to be said this most
certainly won't be the last time either.
Part Time Punk boasts some cracking
interviews with
Poly Styrene, Michelle
Brigandage and Santa
Derita Sisters taking the
biscuit in my own personnel reading
stakes. Bringing up a strong
supporting cast is a rare Nicky Tesco
The Members) interview plus part
one of a massive interrogation of Jack
Rabid from the highly respected New
York maga-zine
Big Takeover (part 2
comes with next issue).
PTP also
boasts probably a UK first for you
punk train spotters out their as
from Boston run us through
their late 70's punk career. We also
get shorter blasts with
Picture Frame
from Wales and Michael
Rother of
Neu/Harmonia kraut rock
specialists. So as you can see this is
definitely a diverse zine of taste and
substance and with such an
interesting clientele, it maintains your
interest throughout its 48 A5 pages.
We also get some juicy titbits with the
Lydia Lunch whose apparently
partial to some Tizer and legendary
Jayne County whose been
appararently baiting Brad Pitt and Tom
Cruise (and why the hell fuckin'
not?..pair of cunts!) The reviews cover
the whole spectrum of zines, records,
gigs and DVDs and leave you with a
short but vivid snapshot. This zine
reminds me of
Punk Throwback in
many ways but in a more condensed
and less detailed delivery. Ian certainly
has the same kinda burning urge for
the classic punk sounds which is
definitely a plus in its favour. My only
real disappointment with
Part Time
and this is purely cosmetic, is
after 15 issues I'd have thought it may
have learned to be a bit more
adventurous in its cold, sterile desktop
layout. If this came with some daring
cut n paste attack or some thrilling
graphics it would certainly be an all
round killer zine. But let's not lose the
fact that this is definitely a zine worth
your full time scrutiny. Next issue is
due out in September so they're
coming at us thick 'n' fast which is
always a good to see.  And only
too. So for more information on
how to get a copy check out the online
presence here.
May 2005
Yet another high calibre edition of this
long running punk fanzine from inner
London and featuring the return of
one of California's all time punk faves,
the Avengers on the blood red cover
of this the 60th edition. Andy's editorial
points out the scourge of tube travel -
'corporate buskers' (boo hiss!!!),
which we can all sympathise with.
However since this issue was written
even Andy could put up with the
bloodcurdling drone of those backing
taped clones compared with the
infinitely more chilling threat of the
suicide bomber I reckon! This 32
pager comes at us with a
predominantly American fixation that
you'd be lucky to read about in an
annual dose of the more popular UK
zines, let alone one lone issue. I'm
always enthralled to read more about
the gutsy late 70's US punk icon
Penelope Houston, as she gets
compromised in a Kensington bar in
another probing
F&L conference. We
also acquire some enlightening gig
reviews from
the Avengers recent UK
mini tour. Which makes me kick myself
for missing their Leicester gig in the
confines of a tiny club, which is without
doubt the best setting to view classic
punk rock. There's also an exclusive
meeting of minds with the reformed
MC5 who I wasn't really that excited to
read about. But when guru's like
Wayne Kramer and Michael Davis dish
the dirt it turns into a worthy exercise.
Plus we get a massive Northwest
Seattle/Portland 2 week Tour diary,
which our jet setting hero undertook
late last year. This was of particular
interest to me as I'd spent some hard
labour there meself. My only regret
was Andy never got to check out
Sabala's punk club in Portland, as I
wanted his take on the club from
another UK perspective. However he
did manage to gatecrash my scribbling
pal (Christeen Aebi's) 40th birthday
bash, even though the bands
apparently sucked! I'm not very clued
up on anything by
Guided By Voices
from Daytona, Ohio. They are this
issues other main ingredient. They're
calling it a day after 21 years. But
when you read Fear And Loathing you
realise they are a permanent fixture in
this zines diet for what looks like an
eternity. I must say they sound and
look way too fuckin' indie for my snotty
tastes but as they seem to be the
flagship band, who are we disagree?
All this comes along side a mammoth
selection of gig and record reviews
that are for the main on the ball and
can only make for a consistently good
read from the Capitals leading punk
zine of the moment.
or www.myspace.com/fearandloathingzine
Summer 2005
Has it really been a year since we last
set eyes on Blackpool's premier punk
zine? Well by the amount of punky
rants, dissenting anarcho baggage
and general tokens of acidic innuendo
squeezed into this massive 30 page
issue, you can almost imagine why.
However the major delay for
4MW not
hitting our punk rock shelves earlier,
is that familiar old bone of contention
amongst the zine hierarchy...waiting
for bands to reply to interviews!
suffers like most zines do from this
incredulous disease that seems
rampant amongst the apathetic punk
legions of today. Anybody would think
these punk 'rock stars' have an
annual diary of events to pre occupy
their crusades as they globetrot the
toilets playing 365 days a year. When
in reality they probably only have a
fortnightly appointment down to the
jobcentre. Maybe apathy is a kickback
from e-zines who reach a bigger
audience? Or as I suspect where the
real blame lies is, they just don't have
nothing of interest to say!!! This along
with sucking up attitudes, politically
correct dogma and practically no
talent is the reason why bands today
have no real opinion on anything
thats worth printing. But it's good that
zines like this still bother asking, even
when 5 out of 10 bands don't even
muster a reply. Fortunately for us
though, the bands that did reply to
Minute Warning
are the exception to
the rule with a fucking boatload of
opinions. First up giving us their 15
minutes worth of no compromise, are
the now defunct
Active Slaughter
from North London. Followed closely
by Bristol's
Disorder who tell us
"were just a punk band with some
serious lyrics, and some which are
complete bollox!"
Ha! Scouse punks
MDM reveal the delights of using
insect spray to keep Mandy's spikes
erect! While Cockney rockers
Superyob admit to being big Killing
fans. Also along for the ride are
local school kid punks
Outlaw whose
average age is just 13! And last but
by no means least, Mitch pins down
fellow Blackpool zine writer, label boss
and one man entertainer Andy
Higgins ++ who gives us possibly the
longest answer to a question I think
I've ever read in any publication since
maybe War And Peace. All this is
interspersed with current protest
topics like the 'anti hunt punk'
campaign which Mitch the editor is
spearheading. Plus we get
newspapers cuttings, news and a
massive section of reviews spanning
all the available media...gigs, books,
videos, CD's and of course zines.
4 Minute Warning builds up
into a fucking big juicy read every
issue and should accommodate punks
from all walks of life.
£1.60 & A4 S.A.E. from Mitch Elsden
31 Fir Grove, Marton, Blackpool,
Lancs, FY16PJ, UK.
Continuing the Northwest of
England's high quality punk in print,
comes Pogo Till I Die from the
salubrious municipality of Preston.
PTID #8 is gonna be the last
issue of the UK's sexiest fanzine for a
very long time, as Roy the editor has
joined the public sector with a REAL
job! Let's hope he comes outta it all
unscathed and is ready to pogo once
more, some day soon. This issue is
also dedicated to the recently
departed British DJ John Peel who
was the catalyst for a generation
discovering punk nationwide, and
rightly so. However
PTID loses
credibility by having
3CR on the front
cover who also get  a further probing
inside. But suprise suprise their
credibility ratings zoomed when
answering questions on their gigging
regime lead singer Boggy replied
"I don't even know where
we are playing most of the time.
They pick us up in the van and I sit
in the back 'n' get blasted"
tee hee.
3CR we get a short but
healthy stab at
the Briefs who rate
Deadline as one of the better UK
Blood And Whiskey from
Dublin at long last tells us some
home truths regarding the new
resurgence of so called Irish/punk
bands which are springing up from
some strange places. Their latest
album 'Cashed Out On Culture' rams
this home as Beano vox/bassist
"the titles basically a
comment on the fact that a lot of
bands use irishness as a
commodity especially when they're
not even Irish in the first place!"
drink to that! Along side the
international array of punks we get
young local outfits like
the Phlegm
who seem to be trying to
incorporate too many styles all at
once. While vet punks
Boredom on
the other hand, tell us tales of dodgy
London labels. Well what do you
expect if Alan Parker was the
middleman? There's a good piece on
the Genocides who were one of the
great under exposed punk rock
talents from the early 80's
Preston/Blackpool scene. Whilst
Billy Rebels
and Sadie Hawkins
were included just to make up
the numbers me thinks. We also had
to endure a tired looking Tony James
and Mick Jones of their dodgy
Carbon/Silicon outfit in the
centrespread, which should’ve
been binned in favour of the
Briefs, but that was a
minor gripe as there's a boatload of
gig reviews with selected images, and
talking of pix you get some splendid
colour shots of
Sham 69 and
Crashed Out adorning the inside
jackets of this slick issue.
Pogo Till I
may not be pogoing for a long
time so with all the plagiarism going
on in the punk scene lets hope
someone takes a leaf out this zine
and brings a new publication out in
its high quality wake.
Highly recommended.
£2.00 P.O. Box 514,
Preston Central, PR2 9WY, UK.
(No longer in print)
"The cheap zine for skint
unemployed fat cunts, made by rich
self employed thin cunts!"
eh. Well
the truth hurts sometimes, don't it? I
think this zine is geared up for skint
unemployed fat cunts who still have
UK Subs painted on their leathers
and the remnants of a hair thinning
Mohican planted on their skulls. Didn't
realise I resembled the target
audience when it was thrust into my
clammy paws by the sultry co editor
Scarlet at a recent gig! Now I've
recovered from this blatant character
Suck Till I Sag it has to
be said has greatly improved by its A5
resize, but the compression does get
nullified in comparison to the
exceptional print quality of the
previous issue. Issue #3 lets just say
has been sabotaged by a fade to grey
cheapo copy job. And like I say if you
peer closely and I mean very closely,
this is a more substantial read and
actually looks like a real zine this
issue. They actually do themselves a
favour for once, by interviewing a
current top band of the
the Briefs.
However the interest level starts to
diminish rapidly as we tread water
through a jaded session with
Flag 77
who seems to have really lost
their grit these days. Maybe Rikki's
online punk emporium has sucked all
his spare energy? We finally hit the
real shit with the inbred
who are in this issue coz
apparently no-one else will interview
ahhh de dums! The best bit in
here though was a 2 page year in the
lives of our two zine writing super
heroes Tom Foolery and Scarlet Da
Harlot. We read and squirm as they
stagger from
Discharge (the band) in
Notts. to Paul Weller in Blackpool!! No
arrests, no aggro, no sex and not
much fun it seems for a pair of
swingers such as these. Maybe our
editors are letting this rag down
themselves? The CD reviews in this
issue were pretty much on the ball
although like so many of the freebie
hunters in these cheapo zine circles,
Captain Oi! And Cherry Red records
all get a resounding arse licking
thumbs up from the greedy reviewer.
The other highlight was probably the
Academy In The UK gig review. Or
should that read 8 hours of light
deprivation, aural assault and
muggings by the bar staff. Which
reminded me why I never bothered
going to that overpriced bash. We
also get attacks on Chav's which was
really a few gripes about the UK
elections, the doss goss, and of
course Scarlet's sexy stories which
this time round features lesbian
bondage oh la la. Better than last
issues dismal display so getting there
50P from
Now this is more like it, a zine that's
getting into its stride with a return to
the snotty, lewd and side cracking
world of
HAGL dressed in the
emperors new clothing of
. And even when you're
carrying dead weight like inferior
collaborators, its surprising how
entertaining this zine can be. All the
most memorable items seem to
emanate from the Newcastle boy
wonder Trev Hagl, who sits in control
over this zine like some Geordie
Buddha with a sensa yuma. And to
think that poseur who won Big Brother
comes from the same estate as Hagl,
is fuckin' unbelievable! In this issue
even his two sidekicks are now
adopting his attitude on their output
which has gotta be good for this zines
longevity. This issue boasts Fat Bob
Hardskin as the star interviewee,
but from reading his answers im sure
the hype surrounding this band ain't
justified one little bit.
from Canada don't exactly fill us with
glee either. So its left to the
collaborators to earn their keep by
rising to the bait interview wise. Just a
pity some of their prey like overweight
Argy Bargy and Micky
Fitz's new band called imaginatively
Fitz (who are gonna play old
Business tunes fer fucks sake) get
the lions share. From the punkier side
of life we get peroxide portions with
MDM plus an inoffensive
scratch with all girl punk band
Itchy Tits
from Guildford, who should
change their name to
Scabies I
reckon. Plus another pot shot with the
Deadline who despite
creating a powerful mix of street punk
power on record, have about as much
personality as Jack Straw without his
autocue. Best interview this issue fell
to the unlikely European sector with
Stage Bottles from Germany
giving some hilarious broken English
comments and an interesting insight
with street punkers the
Razors Bois
from Moscow. These red Ruski's paint
a pretty grim portrayal of Russian life
as some bonehead infested fascist
state. Oh how the times they are a
changin' eh! There was also a bang
on '8 Million Voices' column which hit's
the Government's petty bureaucracy
and out and out lieing right between
the eyes. And what a way to get back
at the burglars as some local crack
head gets named 'n' shamed for
burgling one of the editors residence.
Hilarious Free Sun stickers and
'Things To Do Now Hunting Is Banned'
are priceless bits of comic
observation, which is why we buy this
zine. All this alongside some decent
record, gig and zine reviews makes
for very entertaining read. As a
footnote it seems Gareth one of the
sub-editors is fucking off, so it will be
interesting to see who steps into his
boots. I nominate Paul Raggity!
£1 & 56p S.A.E. from Rosehill, 20
Front St, Tanfield Lea, Stanley, Co.
Durham, DH9 9LY, UK.