A magazine that goes straight for the gut, knocking the breath out of you, then kicking you hard again, in the same spot, to make sure you got the message. Paul Weinman fucks & bleeds & seduces, Terence Bishop gets busted on the subway for hustling a female cop, J. Csiki gets us ripped off and knocked off in a burst of energy, and Eric E. Scott gives us the anger and fear and hysteria . A zine with an edge, getting sharper every issue.--Oberc
This review originally appeared in TapRoot Reviews #5,
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