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ALL ABOUT FUCKIN' #7 & 8
Heaps more strange sexy goodness from down New Orleans way. All About Fuckin? number seven?s got cartoons
and caricatures from Brian Hagen, Caesar Meadows, Bruno Nadalin, Marc Von Elburg and Dr. Lance Boyle (?Pump my widdle hyner!?),
odd bottle couplings by Jack Shit, bunny pokin? & smackin? by Sub-Zero Permafrost, photo-comic sex, a ?Stacey Take It All
& Jeffry Gag ?Em All? comix strip by Stix Da Clown, a strange collage story by Hans Gullickson called ?Listening In,? porn
clips from Marco Farina, and sexy girl sketches by our host Josh Simmons. Quite a load, that, and number eight?s just as filled
with juicy freshness: sex & savagery by Billy Spicer, ?Shared Pissings? by Brian Hagen, ?I?ll Suck Your Prick for a Nickel!?
(which later on down the road here at Paniscus HQ actually inspired a haiku to the enigmatic entity known only as ?The Face?),
a couple of cute nekkid broads balling a cartoon dog in ?Humpin? Hoochies!? and more from Haley Lou Haden, Claudio Parentela,
and some of the contributors from number seven. Oh, and at long last the mighty sac of the almighty ?Master,? whose name has
been whispered throughout both issues, is unveiled. It really is All About Fuckin?, and all of the acquainted many-splendored
wonders, and it?s hard not to like that.
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Contact: JHS at joshsimmons@clownporn.com
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BETTY PAGINATED #25
I?ll let big Dann say it himself: ?BP #25 provides just a small taste of my obsessions with naked women,
professional wrestling, Bettie Page, porn, bad movies, and all the other GOOD THINGS in life.? And yea, ?tis true, this issue
if filled with all of these good things and more, this time packed into a tight little A5 (half A4) digest of devious pleasures.
Presented here for your edification and amusement are a shitload of kulturally relevant notes, snaps of hot young things in
various states of undress, wrasslin? columns (including ?Dusty Rhodes? Rasslin? Dictionary?(!) and ?My 15 Minutes with Vinnie
Mac?), and numerous reviews, all wrapping around feature articles like ?Baise Moi? Fuck Off!? ?Why Dwarves are Scary,? and
fine comix artist Glenno?s rendering, ?Welcome to a Short Journey into the Wonderful World of Satanic Music.? As always a
good and interesting, not to mention visually appealing, read, especially if you?re a wrestling fanatic. And hell, it?s only
two fuckin? dollars U.S., so I?ll quote Dann once again when I say, ?So buy a copy, YA BASTARDS?!
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$2.00 (+ postage & age statement?) from Dann Lennard
P.O. Box A1412, Sydney South, NSW 1235, Australia
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CINEMA SEWER #10
Almost as good as getting a package of videos in the mail Cinema Sewer is, and the newest issue does not
disappoint. Robin takes a good look at the uncut version of ?deranged sleazefest? Little Orphan Dusty (starring John Holmes
and ?The FARRAH FAWCET Look Alike,? Rhonda Jo Petty), more ?Weird Japanese Television,? interviews Ralph Bakshi, gives enticing
reviews of the hilarious-sounding flicks ?The Final Sacrifice? and ?Let My Puppets Come,? reprints an article on and interview
with Frederick Wiseman, presents article-length reviews of other obscure film classicks, and reports that ?Seymore Butts Wins
Fistfuck Obscenity Case!? and ?Wow! Blockbuster Sucks Shit!? Some bonuses to this issue are Rebecca Dart?s pin-up of Louise
Brooks (?Ass up in the air with asshole exposed?), Brad Yung?s ?The 100 Worst Porn Movie Titles? complete with commentary
that almost laughed me off the couch, and Gigantor?s HK Category III column, ?Boobs, Blood, and Bok-Choy!? As usual, Cinema
Sewer is packed with photos, posters, drawings, comix (?Cunt Twat?!), and the rest of the goods. It?s hard to find a read
that?s not only truly informative about the weird, weird world of flicks but is also well put-together and funny as fucking
hell. And so I tell you once again: just buy a copy already!
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$4.00 + age statement from Robin Bougie - mindseyecomics@telus.net
#320-440 E. 5th Ave., Vancouver BC, V5T-IN5, Canada
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CINEMA SEWER #11
Holy sweet creepin? zombie shit, it?s the ?All Horror Issue? of Cinema Sewer! And just in time for Halloween!
(Well it was when I got it back in October, anyway.) Number eleven even comes in a bigger, fancier (yet no more expensive)
underground comix format. After a brief ?XXXTidbits? update for pornoholics, the Bougieman heads straight to Canada?s International
Horror Film Festival, interviews Living With the Dead filmmaker Ed Brisson, digs into the snuff film mystique, and checks
out The Candy Snatchers, Binge and Purge, and The Texas Dildo Masquerade (what the shit?!) among others. (Don?t forget the
big ?Turd of the Issue,? Terror on Alcatraz.) Top 5 lists abound, as do contributions by guest columnists: Andrew Dahling
looks at ?The Best in Campy, Bitchy Horror,? Kier-La Janisse does ?Rape Revenge Films,? Gigantor?s ?Boobs, Blood, and Bok-Choy?
continues to delve into the steamy world of HK Cat. III pictures, and Sinister Sam cranks out quick reviews of a few favorites
in the realm of ?Sleazy Cheap Giallo ? Good Fuck Giallo.? And don?t neglect to admire all of the weird-ass cartoons, caricatures,
and creatures Robin draws on nearly every page. Tons of good shit in here, whether C.S. is covering flicks you well know or
have never even fucking heard of. So get it ? it?s good.
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$4.00 + age statement from Robin Bougie - mindseyecomics@telus.net
#320-440 E. 5th Ave., Vancouver, B.C., V5T-IN5, Canada
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CIRKUS NEW ORLEANS ? By Josh Simmons
This is an amazing fully-illustrated slice of the wild life down in New Orleans. Happy guy Josh Simmons
draws up the exploits of the colorful crowd known as Der Know Nothing Zirkus, along ?w/guest appearances by The Krewe du Poux
and various sundry crazies!? as they move from Atlanta to ?Nu?Awlinz? and promptly perform as the all-out maniacal circus
folk they appear to be. Pissing, puppets, ?Clowns and Sex,? Mardi Gras, a blueprint of home base ?The Ass Palace,? spanking,
multiple muggings, fire, chickens, the ?Retard-O Show of the New Millennium,? and great amounts of dope, drinking & debauchery.
Drawn up in pages and panels which trade off between underground comix stylings and sketchbook realism, this is a fascinating
look at what I can only describe as a circus punk collective. ?Mix equal parts Hep C, superstardom, shrunken stomachs, way
too much acid, swingers, some shit, and mutants, mutants, mutants . . .?; of course you want a look at that.
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Top Shelf Comix - www.topshelfcomix.com
P.O. Box 1282, Marietta, GA, 30061-1282
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THE FAMILY SUCKASS! #4 ? I Found It In My Urethra!
This really should be just a brief three-word review: ?HA HA HA!!? But I can?t leave it alone at that. Look
at that fucking cover! It?s just so WRONG! Yes, once more those chronically benign two-dimensional dipshits are removed from
their original context and properly inserted into the much more hellishly appropriate setting of The Family Suckass. And as
I think I said before, it?s all funny as shit. There?s definitely some sort of perverse surrealist magic at work here, because
the new captions given to the formerly insipid comic circles fit so well it?s fucking scary. The sanitary settings of funnypaper
suburbia are all perfectly ruined by the addition and endorsement of foul language, piss, fart & shit gags, nihilistic misanthropy,
dope, guns & dog-fucking, birth defects, disrespect and devil worship, and some just far-out weirdness, all colliding in a
wonderfully cruel cartoon world. In no other way will two dollars so enlighten and improve your life than with the purchase
of this small portion of abstract genius. ?Lookit? me! I?m a retard!?
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$2.00 (+ age statement?) from Robin Bougie - mindseyecomics@telus.net
#320-440 E. 5th Ave., Vancouver, B.C., V5T-IN5, Canada
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BROKEN PENCIL #18 -
Canada?s established ?Magazine of Zine Culture and the Independent Arts.? A few pages of letters and e-mails, small bits on
local arts, Canadian ?Zines of the Month,? a good pop-culture rip-up column by Goldstein, a fancy philosophically literate
examination of decay called ?Everything Falls Apart? by Ryan Bigge, a piece by Grant Shilling on the Squamish Five, ?an article
for independent media about what happens when independent media writes about independent media? by Sandra Jeppeson, a living
nightmare of police brutality from Italy relating that fascism is still very much alive, a period piece, and other essays.
And then the zine culture part: Broken Pencil reviews loads of Canadian zines and some U.S. and international pubs, along
with e-zines (including one piece that opportunistically uses the guise of a Website review to rabidly decry American culture
as epitomized by the Krispy Kreme donut), books (primarily Canadian), music (again, primarily Canadian), art stuff, and film
& video. But for all of its range and educated writing, Broken Pencil is very much an establishment publication, bearing (as
Violet Jones points out in Death Ship #2) all of the properly conformist consumer codes and registrations, receiving funding
from multiple sources, and carrying paid advertisements (in fact approximately 25% of Broken Pencil?s page count is devoted
to ad space, considerably more than is allotted for ?Zine Culture?). Which, coupled with the fact that the magazine appears
nearly as concerned with activism and social commentary as it is with art and publishing (is activism considered an ?independent
art??), makes one wonder how truly interested the publishers are in the realm of ?Zine Culture and the Independent Arts.?
Especially outside of Canada; Broken Pencil is very much a staunchly Canadian publication, and damn proud of it. Nothing wrong
with a little nationalism (right?), but it can eclipse the much greater global community of independent publishers and artists.
Which is sorta what I forked over my $4.95 to read about in the first place.
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$4.95 from Broken Pencil - www.brokenpencil.com - P.O. Box 203, Station P, Toronto, ON, M5S 2S7, Canada
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BURNOUT MAGAZINE #13 -
An incredibly dense and colorful Japanese hot rod digest ?For Koolest Car People,? Burnout intricately blends Japanese style
and obsession with the retro So-Cal surf & dragstrip lifestyle for a wild-eyed voyage into kustom kulture. There are fetishistic
looks at a number of customized roadsters, coverage of various hot rod-friendly events (?Rat Fink Party,? ?El Segundo Illegal
Soap Box Derby?) and institutions (Laguna Art Museum), and briefs on relevant artists, publications, and products, with loads
of photos accentuating the graphic-heavy text (which appears in both English and Japanese). And as an unusual plus one of
the most attractive facets of the magazine is actually the advertising, which features a plethora of miniature full-color
poster-style spots packed with pinstriping, tattoos, racing designs, tikis, and all manner of elaborate flash-ready logos.
Burnout is full of influences and homages to big names like Ed Roth, Von Dutch, and Robt. Williams, so if you?re at all a
fan of these icons you?ll appreciate the love of the craft this generation is still capable of mustering. Whether your preference
is for art or the engine, Burnout will impress and engross you with its care and attention to detail. Free if you can find
it, otherwise contact the address below. * * *
Detroit Junk - www.detroitjunk.com - 4-10-2, Komone, Itabashu-Ko, Tokyo, 173-0037, Japan
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THE CONSTANT RIDER #1, 3 -
Consisting of tales about Kate Lopresti?s travel and commuting adventures, each of these two issues of The Constant Rider
is a slim and reader-friendly 17-page dispatch of ?Stories From the Public Transportation Front.? Issue one is a journal-like
record of train and bus rides Kate took through parts of the U.S. and Canada on a round-trip jaunt from Portland to Milwaukee:
?The following is a play-by-play of what it means to take an 8-hour plane ride, bring it down 30,000 feet, and stretch it
out over seven days.? Chatty passengers, cramped coach sleeping conditions, mediocre eats, stinky socks and all. By the end
it sounds like a toss-up as to whether the winter scenery was worth the ordeal. In issue three, ?The Help Issue,? Kate relates
her experiences with the helpful folks who came to her aid when she passed out on a commuter train on the way to work. The
lesson about breakfast being the most important meal of the day is well-learned, but for me the high points of the story were
the train station map Kate marked to show her condition progressing along the route (?Queasy,? ?A little itchy,? ?Feeling
fine?) and the trading card of himself the ambulance driver presented to her. Also in this issue are brief pieces about the
time her bus driver in Spain passed out while changing a tire, and assisting a fellow commuter with a helpful phone call.
Conversational little things, these mild travelogues may be a bit short on the fascination scale but for those who appreciate
a glimpse into another?s life and mindset (along the lines of Mr. Peabody?s Soiled Trousers), The Constant Rider ought to
nicely accompany your commute. * *
$1.00, stamps, or trade each from Kate Lopresti - P.O. Box 6753, Portland, OR, 97228-6753
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COYOTE SATAN AMERIKA: The Unspeakable Art & Performances of Reverend Steven Johnson Leyba -
As the subtitle indicates, this is a book of many layers, much like Rev. Leyba?s artwork and public rituals themselves. Founder
of the United Satanic Apache Front (U.S.A.F.) and, according to some, the father of ?sexpressionism,? Leyba and his work meld
American Indian outrage with anti-Christin blasphemy to invoke transgressive spectacles that are no doubt unspeakble to some.
Numerous full-color photographs, many by Charles Gatewood, of some performance events showcase copious amounts of blood and
urine being drawn in bold rituals of sex and violence, rites that blur and attempt to transcend Native American and Satanic
ceremonies. The bulk of the book however, and the most unusual and appealing portion of Leyba?s practices (at least to this
viewer), consists of reproductions of the artist?s graphic works. Taken from a series of five imposing multi-media tomes,
these creations are thickly layered collages of photographs, beads, enamel, oil and acrylic paint, blood, semen, hair, tampons,
feathers, cloth, and whatever other materials come to hand. The majority of them blend Indian and Satanic devices with pornography,
weapons, and swastikas, all of which are arresting elements on their own but when ritualistically overworked into veritable
plaques of savage sexually subversive artwork can build an effect that?s quite striking. Although opposing pages of the books
feature writings, articles, and other records that take on a journal-like style in places (acrimonious correspondence between
Leyba and mom), the physical imagery still stands out most fiercely.
Of course when you wed art and philosophy you?re going to end up with propaganda, and there is an awful lot of this in Coyote
Satan Amerika. Explanations and justifications of the works and the mindset behind them, whether in essay, interview, or manifesto
form, do give depth to displays that might otherwise be seen merely as grotesque attempts to offend. But at the same time
the extensive, at times self-indulgent, verbiage somewhat prevents the material from speaking for itself, transforming it
from art into crusade and diluting the impact and mystery of the taboo-laden visuals. Your call as to whether that?s a good
thing or not. And to truly appreciate the lengthy descriptions of Leyba?s belief systems of course I think you?d really have
to be on the same wavelength, that is in a similar scene of ethno-Satanic performance art.
All told the pieces and performances reproduced here are unarguably bold and expressive, and most definitely questionable
and controversial. There?s plenty of fuel here for artists, activists, fanatics, and conservatives alike. (Ideal listening
accompaniment: Reverend Steven Johnson Leyba Presents: United Satanic Apache Front, ?Addressing the Corporate Fascist State,
Selected Performance Recordings, 1996-2002,? available from Reptilian Records and reviewed in the Audio Reviews section.)
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$24.95 from Last Gasp - www.lastgasp.com - P.O. Box 410067, San Francisco, CA, 94141-0067
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DEAD TREE -
A handsomely put-together quarter-sized publication touted as ?A journey documented by five illustrators.? ?The following
stories reveal the lives of the artists,? and these begin with Pat Williams? ?Jazz,? a wordless series of tiny emblematic
images appearing nearly random in subject; Tony Ianiro & Jason Crane?s ?The Wolverine? is an energetically-rendered example
of panhandling psychosis in the animal kingdom; Edwin Ushiro?s ?57%? appears to be an existential anime/videogame giant robot
fight; ?Harvvald the Woode? by Matt Carver looks like some kind of medieval fable, but the blocks of text in faux olde english
were too irritating to follow; and while Steve Redd?s ?Rum Induced Dreams? looks almost like it was drawn in crayon under
the influence of said spirit it does feature a masked man and a monkey getting drunk, and you?ve got to like that. The drawings
are generally simple, the stories mildly perplexing, and all together I don?t quite know what the hell to make of Dead Tree.
Some unnamed something about it does give me a nagging sense of dissatisfaction though; like I don?t really ?get it,? but
have the distinct impression that if it was all carefully explained to me my reaction would be along the lines of, ?What the
hell are you talking about?? * *
$2.00 from Dead Tree Publishing - www.geocities.com/deadtreebooks - 140 Buena Vista St., Apt. K, Burbank, CA, 91505
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DEAD TREE PRESENTS: P WILLIAMS -
A nice little limited edition cartoon booklet, printed on bone paper between high quality 3-color covers. Coffee house comics
and other japes & musings fill the pages here, ranging from the appreciatively puerile (?Gas Comix,? zit-poppin?, potty talk),
to the slightly lowbrow (?Hoboz,? ?Things That Suck?), to the smart-ass (?I think I love you.? ?You think too much.?), to
the esoteric and vaguely sentimental (?August,? ?. . .?). Some off-the-wall comix material here, farting robots and the like,
shuffled in with pages such as a great episode in the life of a java jerk who ever-so-cooly accidentally dumps a pipin? hot
cuppa joe into his crotch (?Oh Christ!?). Never goes deep underground, but this has some good moments and as even the less-inspired
panels are fully illustrated in P.?s bold weekly paper comic stylings they?re still well worth perusing. Perhaps a bit small
for two bucks, but hey, that?s limited edition for ya. * * *
$2.00 from P. Williams - pwilliamsart@yahoo.com - 1060 Marvista, Seal Beach, CA, 90740
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ELDRITCH PULP ADVENTURE #1 & 2 ? By Eric York ?
Multi-talented artist Eric York comes back to the high peaks of his genre of prowess with this double collection of Eldritch
Pulp Adventure tales. Strange characters in stranger places and even stranger situations abound within these pages: in the
first issue Black Aphid and Larva Boy search the streets of New Megiddo for the murderous entity known only as ?The Sponge,?
and elsewhere Dunwich and Tisiphone probe the depths of the neighborhood mystery house with dire results. Issue two finds
the Black Aphid?s mission getting him into deep shit, and Dunwich and his pet maggot Stu wind through ever weirder streets
in search of lunch (just as weird). Equally as fascinating as the protagonists? adventures is York?s attention to detail,
particularly in regards to his architecture: all around the characters sprouts a Lovecraftian metropolis never lacking in
intrigue and hints of occult significance. And not only the comic panels themselves, but even the spaces around and between
the stories are all filled with enigmatic visions and illustrations, making for a full and alluring perusing experience. The
stories and characters can take an almost ?cutesy? turn at times, but always remain bizarre and sinister enough to remain
solidly inside a realm favored more by Tim Burton and Ed Gorey than in some Saturday morning cartoon spectrum. Good stuff
here, though I?m not sure of the price of each issue so you may want to e-mail Eric and ask for details. * * *
Maggot Global Publishing - hungrymaggot@netscape.net - P.O. Box 905, Flagstaff, AZ, 86002-0905
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FECUS SAMPLER ?
This fine ?fecal sampler? collects page upon page of odds ?n ends from the archives of the prolific Jim Sumii, presenting
never-before-seen scraps of Fecus Central strangeness along with a few choice reprints. Pen & ink drawings of mythically beautiful
women, insects, skulls, surreal metamorphism, biological extracts, symbolism, and random comix panels abound in a collage-like
format between features such as ?The Origins of Felipe? (and a warning of the dangers of eating found Sea Monkey packets),
?Poakeemaunn,? and ?Operation? (watch out for the leg cheese!). Do yourself a favor and send off a couple bucks for the sampler,
or a couple more for a selection of back issues. ?What about the children?? * * *
$2.00 from Jim Sumii - www.angelfire.com/zine/fecuscentral - 3420 Shasta St., Boise, ID, 83703
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