PO Box 2632, Bellingham, WA 98227-2632
Collection of listings for mail art, zines, and cassette tape trading. Love these kinds of zines where you get a ton of stuff packed into a small amount of space and pages. The last half is a review zine called Pukka Joint Massif with a lot of commentary thrown in.
“No cords. No wires. No tubes.”
“…use our postal system to exchange ideas, visions, sounds, stories, poems, manifestos, and points of view that are not easily commoditized and resold. We are creating culture using fragments of our collective past as well as backward cast shards of our dystopian future and passing it on to whomever will listen not hear, see not look.”
Fuck yeah….I can dig that. I like the cut-and-pasted text sections over the graphics. This isn’t anything new; a lot of other zines do this, too. But in a way, it reminds me of William S. Burroughs’ cut-up method. The underground nature of the zine movement seems to be the logical progression of this style of writing.
Each monthly issue is a very short (6-8 pages, half-sized) hit-and-run collection of mostly poetry and photocopied graphics. There’s some good stuff in here. Very artistically put together. My only critique is that some of the print is too small for my aging eyes to read.
the Ken Chronicles
(Number 25, November 2012)
2140 Erma Drive, East Meadow, NY 11554-1120
“As the name implies, it’s all about me….my life, travels, opinion and philosophy.”
In this issue, Ken talks about repairing/replacing the motor that operates the power windows on his 2004 Nissan Altima and the problems he encountered when attempting to replace the ink cartridge in his Epson printer. Only one thing can explain these technical issues you’ve been experiencing, Ken — Mercury in retrograde!
Inflatable Best Friend – DMT Bike Ride
Psychedelic punk out of Kalamazoo, Michigan
In their own words:
“We started out about 3 years ago. We’d go after school and hang out in our guitarist basement and play Stooges covers. We started going to local shows and everything changed as we found out about the hardcore punk and noise rock scene that was in our very own town of Kalamazoo. Almost every weekend in high school we were out going to shows. One of our friends dads was in an old Kalamazoo band that was almost signed to sub-pop called “Snorkel”. They considered themselves a “fuck rock” band writing songs such as “Ron Jeremy Blues” and “My Fist, Your Ass”. He turned us onto a lot of really great early 80s punk bands. We really took a
liking to The Replacements, The Butthole Surfers and Husker Du.
As soon as we graduated high school we decided to do a quick weekend tour of the midwest to test the waters. It was a really great experience and we met tons of cool people that I personally will never forget. We found this really awesome town called Dekalb in Illinois. It is home of Northern Illinois University. We played at a great DIY place called The 7th Street Space.
As we got older we embarked on longer tours including the East Coast, and all of the way to Lubbock, Texas and back. On our most recent tour (to Lubbock, TX and back) our van broke down in the Arkansas/Texas border. We had been awake for about 36 hours due to a string of unfortunate circumstances. On top of all of this our van stalled. A trucker attempted to help us fix it and as everything looked grim a gentle southern man managed to get our car running (asking us if we believed in god before turning the ignition). It was a miracle!
We drove for about 2 more hours when our car ceased to go another inch further in Mount Pleasant, Texas. It was determined that our starter was completely missing from the car. It was a costly repair but we continued on with the tour.
All of these awesome experiences have really changed us as people and as a band. I can’t nearly describe the scope of everything that we have all experienced, but I think that this album being released is a culmination of all of our hard work. I could not be more proud to be presenting this to you today.”
I took a few good listens, mostly while waiting for my kid to get ready for school in the morning. There’s some promising stuff here. The singer’s definitely got that punk sound going. The drummer, I think, needs to amp it up a bit and start playing harder and faster. In many of the songs, it sounds like he’s trying to keep up with the guitarist. It should be the other way around.
Random commentary on each track:
— Spiritual Journey to the Gas Station: Drummer’s timing is a little off, like he’s having a difficult time keeping up with the rest of the band.
— I Wanna Ride a Sabertooth: This one’s got a cool hook. Driving rhythm. Feels like I’m riding a sabertooth!
— Moon Flower Soul: Like how the bass just drops out at the end and leaves the drummer stranded with one last tap of the high-hat.
— Blood Surf: Rolling and bloody. Play this one a few ticks faster and I guarantee you will be kicking the shit outta any club you play this in.
— Apis Mellifera: The hippie, psychedelic song of the album, and probably the most complicated one with its tempo and mood changes. Come to think of it, this isn’t so much hippie psychedelic or punk as it is progressive rock.
— My Dead Bird and Brisk Steel Sun: These two for some reason remind me of electrified versions of early Love and Rockets. Haunting.
— Swiss Cheese Brain: At the beginning, I was thinking: “Contender for the first single off this album. Cut it and send to radio stations throughout the nation and parts of Canada!” But where the tempo/mood changes worked in ‘Apis Mellifera’, it seemed disorganized with this one. Should have kept running with the first few bars and let that work as the hook throughout the rest of the song.
— Circus Dog: Bring the vocals out of the background on this and make it sound like a one-mic poetry reading in a cafe. That would be awesome.
— Thistle Girl and Worm Battle on DMT Mountain: Hardcore garage band stuff right here.