St Rooster Books: Stranger With Friction 1 & 2

Tim Murr walks the path of most resistance when it comes to DIY publishing. Having debuted his first collection Destroying Lives for Fun and Profit over 25 years ago before founding St Rooster Books. Managed with his wife Stephanie, St Rooster Books regularly releases anthologies and horror novellas. Uplifting writers with a unique flair forContinue reading “St Rooster Books: Stranger With Friction 1 & 2”

Review: Kids of the Black Hole – A Punksploitation Anthology

My first introductions to punk rock were exactly as Tim Murr described them, “pink mohawked parodies on TV shows like Mama’s Family.” Or perhaps it was a young Johnny Depp “Speaker Diving” to Agent Orange on 21 Jump Street. The fascination with these cartoon portrayals led me to seek out other punks on film. LowContinue reading “Review: Kids of the Black Hole – A Punksploitation Anthology”

Review: Nick Shoulders “Home on the Rage”

Returning to social media with a “divorced” status is catnip to incels from high school and rando friend-of-friend fuck boys. This is how my quarantine started in spring of 2020. Messages from strangers wanting to get to know me better while simultaneously talking down to me about music. The only good thing to come ofContinue reading “Review: Nick Shoulders “Home on the Rage””

The Scene That Would Not Die: 20 Years of Post-Millennial Punk in the UK

Punks of a certain age are nostalgia junkies in spite of what they may tell you. Fond of orating personal experiences of formative years regardless of creative inclinations. Others are record keepers, documenting their scene through a camera lens, fuzzy tape recorder, or Xeroxed fanzine. At the turn of the millennium, the manner of capturingContinue reading “The Scene That Would Not Die: 20 Years of Post-Millennial Punk in the UK”

Eulogy for a Dive Bar

It felt like centuries had passed by my cave before I emerged pale and pink-eyed fromwhiskey and song; but the outside world and everyone in it was just as disappointing as theyever were.Fuck this city.I traveled the endless cracked sidewalks of a shitty neighborhood, covered in smashedtequila bottles and pornographic chalk drawings. A salty shuffleContinue reading “Eulogy for a Dive Bar”

Hedge Riding the Sidewalks of Chicago

The grinding wheels of freight trains were haunting cries of ambient soundscapespolluted with graffiti. I watched them crawl along the horizon from my window with mypumpkin spice coffee as silhouettes of parking lot gulls weave across a grey sky on the morningof October first. Halloween season was here. The face of it has changed asContinue reading “Hedge Riding the Sidewalks of Chicago”