I bought my first fanzine in 1993. I was on one of my regular pilgrimages to the city to check out the independent record stores for cool imports with skulls and shit on the cover when I spied it. It was at a little hole in the wall outlet called ‘Rock N Roll Wearhouse’. A […]Read More On Zines, Quests and Bondage Nuns
And so it was written. As though inked by ancient scribes in a conjoined act of soothsaying and creation. A fortuitous collision at a print shop lights the touchpaper. Lightning strikes. Two disparate strands of DNA coil in tangled barbs, forming the nucleus of an eruption that would leave a fuming crater in its wake. […]Read More Into the Pit – An Interview with the Emperors of Eternal Evil
The boardgaming bug is a curious beast. It had flitted about my head all my life as I maintained a healthy appreciation for the hobby, never really crowding my vision with its gossamer wings as I dabbled here and there, maintaining a respectful distance. Board-curious if you will. These manageable bouts of entomology came to […]Read More Rum, Sodomy and the Thrash – an afternoon with Sea Evil.