“I don’t usually do this, but I wanted to tell you that you put out one of the best magazines in America – certainly the most consistently enjoyable to read.”
If you haven’t read Transmetropolitan, it may be too late. The first four issues of this media-unfriendly, socio-pathologically-worse title have sold out.
Just as I once thought being adopted was nothing out of the ordinary, so I expected people to incorporate several styles of music into their audio portfolios.
The year ends much as it began, with the minor addition of the bloody battle between the forces of good and evil on Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve 1999.
Blacktop’s Mick Collins set up the mics and recorded the Dirtys as they ran through fifteen examples of ultra-crazed, yell yerself hoarse garage thrash.