Lies – Review

Lies

#12 $3 (1112 San Pedro NE #154, Albuquerque, NM 877110)
by Nik Rainey

Following their exile from Florida and the untimely death (and even less timely resurrection) of their editor-in-cheap, Mattman, Lies turned to the only man who could possibly make anything of the corned beef hash oil that coagulates all through this (Albu)quirky scandal sheet. Of course, I mean guest editor David Lee Roth, who informs the commemoration of Lies’ second full year of cute irreverence, aw-shucks satire, and adorable slander the only way he knows how. That is, he smokes all their pot, boffs the female co-editor, does no work and gets fired. Or did he? With a name like theirs, aren’t you inclined to trust them? Regardless of whether or not Diamond Dave really took up his joy-buzzer codpiece and walked, Lies is the kinda small-press gang-bang that we most heartily endorse – the sorta `zine that thinks that overpopulation could be curbed if we just had more holidays with turkey as the main course, that the Gibson/ Pfeiffer/ Russell vehicle Tequila Sunrise is a metaphor for life (personally, I lean more towards Lambada: The Forbidden Dance, but to each his own), and is kind enough to walk you through the complicated realm of celebrity stalking step by crepescular step. Offbeat fiction, political commentary, and fake ads for redneck vampire flicks – Lies is sure to replace U.S. News and World Report as my source for the truly important news of the day. This is what happens when you combine hot weather and way too much spare time, and I, for one, am glad of it. No word yet on those rumors that Sammy Hagar got that intern position, though.