XXV
Canadian zines are filling me with good feelings these days, namley, zines hailing from this address on Rue Sainte Marie. Not a day after I returned home to a package full of Broke Ass one, two, and three I was greeted to a plastic bag carrying this little fucker dangling from Julia Booz’s fence ( where she left it for me to pick up while she was at work) both bearing the same sender address. It’s a stark pile of pulp, full of high contrast photos, scribbles, and textures with type-written text pasted over. This issue seems to largely muse on the gratifying trails of punk migration. It features an endearing column by (the aforementioned) Broke ass’ own Steve Dejected that mentions a dubious pair of “subhumans jammies”. Is this real? Please make it so and then send me some. Te yam eating author muses on what drives them to keep on keeping on with this print format. It’s graceful and poignant with a dollop of inspiring cheese. I like this shit.
-MRR Dec 2011
