The Exchange #5 Review

Originally published in Married Punks #13 in 1998.


The Exchange #5

This is an odd, community-type publication that isn't all that appealing. There's some articles on drugs, recording, and love. Judging it on the basis of a community freebie, it's much better than Eureka's Rhythmic, which is as boring as all hell.

If you're in Wilmington, pick it up. Otherwise, do your own.

The E2 Zine Vol. 10 Review

Originally published in 1998 in Married Punks #13.


The E2 [squared] Zine Vol. 10

Elektra Entertainment's E2 Zine is phat! Full color pages done in a "cut 'n' paste way," featuring bios on some of Elektra's bands. Also, unlike most 'zines, the word "fuck" is censored. Thank God! Kids read 'zines, too.

Also, unlike most 'zines, E2 doesn't waste space on actual content. Nope, this is just pure dish on bands like Spoon, Tuscadero, and Rebekah. It's like one ultra-rad press release! Da bomb!

Honestly, I'd like to shoot Christopher Elles, the "creator," in the head for making this piece of festering shit. Why send this to me? At least it wasn't some crappy CD that I'd have to listen to. There's nothing original or entertaining about this, and it sure isn't a 'zine. It's just cheap, colorful toilet paper. Get a fucking clue.

And by the way, if you try to use part of my review to make it sound like I loved it (just like they do for movie ads), my wrath will descend upon you like cheap whores to your music.

Curio Spring 1998 Review

Originally published in Married Punks #13 in 1998.


Curio Spring 1998

I like this magazine, and I don't. Mickey Z., the editor-in-chief, calls this his "personal surgical strike into the mainstream," and he's "dragging" as many friends as he can with him. When one attempts to jump into the mainstream expect boredom to be the result, which is what Curio often is.

There are some gems to be found amongst the lackluster attempts at art, corporate ads, and yawn inducing "coolness." Some of the rare finds come from other 'zines, notable a piece from fishwrap where the female workers at Playboy are put on the spot. Other decent reading material includes the piece on New Orleans and Hogshire's piece on scents. (God bless his poppy growing soul.)

I appreciate this magazine's effort to introduce the mainstream to the underground (the underground, it needs to be said, is well of the mainstream -- it just holds it in utter contempt). Curio should really get radical and take its own ad pitch and subversively think for itself instead of spotlighting clothes in a can and shaving devices for Yuppies. (As an aside, I wrote the original review for this at work where a guy came in dressed head to toe in Nike gear, including a gold Nike swoosh earring. His girlfriend was dressed similarly. That's the mainstream, folks!)