It’s good to see a directory of woman directors and special features on women and their involvement in the medium. I recommend it for your next slumber party.
Songs were tightly sewn together by throbbing bass and frantic rhythms. Energy. Really a fine band. But the singer sounded like Joan Baez on methedrine.
A collection of hard-to-find singles on Duophonic Super 45s from one of the most original bands of the ’90s who should prove to be largely influential.
Crank specializes in murderous or pornographic news tidbits mixed with Hitler propaganda and violent film outtakes. Includes a feature on Boston’s Combat Zone.
The sort of band that badly Xeroxed cut-and-paste ‘zines love to ramble on about. Their sound is too Seattle to be sludge-punk, but too Chicago to be grunge.
Strike your pose and lie in a pile of books with this one. Yes, your run of the mill Morrissey fanzine, however this is imported from the land of la la la’s.
Celtic ambiance and mournful tunes. Really dug the flute, but too bad there was some kind of low-frequency hum that drowned it out and buzzed the speaker cabs.
Made up of former members of Bullet LaVolta, Voodoo Dolls, and Orangutang, this three-piece put its own creative spin on the Bob Mould/Sugar/Hüsker Dü sound.