Chicago isn't a pretty town. People get tossed against walls, robbed at gun point, bashed in so many ways it's amazing that so many can survive. But Vaultonburg captures this wilderness in cat fights, Auschiwitz Ribs, umbilical cord nooses, schizophrenic paranoias, sex-filled jazz hallucinations, and so many other bitter ugly dreams that you want to stop, turn the world off, and hang your head in silence.--oberc
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #4,
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