Really good poppy-style punk, and fantastic beer-swilling hardcore ranging from ’77-style to squatter-political to fast-ass rock’n’roll to general sociopathic.
Four strangers confront each other on a train and draw guns on each other in a John Woo style stalemate. Freezeframe, and pick whose shoes you want to walk in.
While there’re songs I like better then those chosen to represent the bands, that might just clue ya into the fact I own a fuckload of Epitaph’s records.
Points for being a bona-fide ‘zine (the type is tiny, the layout ugly, the resolution of photos poor, the “writing” I’m-so-cool-I-don’t-like-anything).
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.
Natural Born Techno 3 is an example of what non-punter think of when s/he hears the word “techno,” i.e. press a button and let the machine do its thang.