With 14 songs of corruption, their tongues are planted firmly in-cheeks and their chops are mighty. Masters of punked-up, powerchord-soaked rock ‘n’ roll.
The disjointed and looping lines with semi- traditional rock formats sound like a re-vamped version of our good Captain, even down to the Dadaist lyrics.
This is a poetry ‘zine. Each small, white page has at its top a poet’s name in bold black letters. Underneath is the poem. All the pages look the same.
This mag has not a pair of natural breasts in it, but the models are attractive, Peter Steele (Typo O Neg.) talks about sex, the poses are above average.