The ‘zine for people who dig the educational circuit. Comics, freak lists, love letters, telegrams, mispronounced words… A ‘zine for the perpetually curious.
James and the gang have balls to put out a ‘zine of gossip, nasty letters, bizarre facts, and shit you don’t really need to know, but make life less mundane.
My boy Lee is back at it, always hard at work taking the rockabilly scene to new and greater heights, and branching out, this time with a freshly minted ‘zine.
Due to the double-edged sword of mentioning more bands per page than any other ‘zine, the opinions expressed are flippant or fawning and not very believable.
The third and final installment of “Retro Hell!,” the purge of pop-nostalgia using the roughage of pulp to flush the system clean of reminiscent waste products.
King Ink, a compendium of lyrics, prose and playlets, is a testament to Cave’s progression from crazed Dionysian splatter-poet to classicist Bard of the Bleak.
Tucked between all the interviews are informative tidbits on the myth of Medusa and the Festival of Lammas. Also included is the ubiquitous Gothic poetry.