#15 $4.00 (P.O. Box 51592, Kalamazoo, MI 49005)
by Nik Rainey
Insight comes to us from Michigan, the home of the Militia, and not too far from the site of last year’s Oklahoma bombing. These troubling events appear to have inspired this ‘zine’s basic philosophy, which is “If the world is a toilet, then hell, we can PISS ON EVERYTHING!” Insight‘s logo is the crosshairs of a rifle (in sight, geddit?), which is doubly appropriate since the centerpiece of this issue (actually only their fifth – who are these monkeys tryina fool?) is a long, and basically serious, article on one P.I.’s suspicion that Courtney Love had her hubby (can’t think of his name) murdered and set it up to look like a suicide. Personally, I’m not convinced by all the conjecture herein, but if the intention is to make Ms. Love look like even more of a psychotic, manipulative flake than she already seems, then they’ve succeeded (admirably?). Oh well, whatever, nevermind.
If that bugs you, you can always dig on the rest of it: Interviews with Killdozer and Railroad Jerk, funny real-life news ‘n’ quotes, a study of the comparative evils of Timothy McVeigh and Rob Zombie (tough call), a report on S.F.’s Exotic Erotic Ball, the dirty word search, the sick jokes page, the handwritten insults on the bottom of every page, etc. The obligatory ‘zine departments are exceptional as well. Few record/’zine review sections are worth reading from end to tiny-fonted end like this mag’s. Rest assured, you’re bound to be offended by something in here. Insight is infantile, scatological, obnoxious, and endlessly contentious. I love it.