The Blaster's twisted genius has never been more in evidence than in this collection of "Poems, etc.", so bizarre that they could only have trembled from the hand of the master himself. Scatological narrative grinning like angels in a sticky gutter. One can feel in these works Blaster sitting behind it all with a six of cheap beer laughing at all our human confusion, because he knows the secret and he tells us straight out and we still don't get it.--Jake Berry
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #1,
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