Sunday, January 29, 2017

Moooshbrain: An Excerpt

Words by Steven Hughes Purkey
Art by Robert Hand Ferry
  As the dancing summer light draws to an end & autumn begins to awaken, Moooshbrain, the raucously frenetic split zine between our very own Steven Hughes Purkey & the splendidly name-droppable beatnik of feral bedlam, Sir Robert Hand Ferry, is now available to awaken your spirit & send you soaring. It's Steven's petulantly dazzling perzine. It's Robert's fantastically nouveau-psycho art zine. Together? It's the most entertaining trip of the year! Read on, dancing jackelopes - you're in for a special treat! Below? Just one passage from the deliciously delinquent & poisoned eye-candy of a zine. Read on & teleport yourself into the realm of orderly chaos, into Steven & Robert's land of otherworldly voyages & into their world. Their worlds. Otherworldly is right: beware.

Message From the Other Side


 A Study On the Pecking Order In

A Little.Town On the Edge Of 

Society, Its Mouth As.Big As Its 

Suspicions, & Henceforth Known 

Only As ‘Control Group Z’

The crows run this town. They’re huge, noir, squawking, & ever present… They run in packs of 7-l2 birds, dive bombing the locals & terrorizing entire neighborhoods… Most dogs fear their wrath.

You know, a gang of crows is called a “murder”? How fucked up is that? It says quite a bit, actually, about the nature of this winged village menace… To say that these fuckers rule the roost would not be fair to you, my intensely intrigued dear zine reader…nor to the very crows in which we speak. No, to reveal their inherited secrets - to really get to the bottom of their extraterrestrial prowess, that ornithological domination we so admire - to have an understanding of these less than graceful flying vermin of the heavens, on a somewhat even keel, we’ve got to really get in there & see beyond the shine of the established veneer. We must stare the beast in its little beady & glazed over, smooth, inky black void of an eyeball…& look deep into its barren essence de nuit et sans joie de vivre, et merde et merde et merde… So this requires us to analyze what we see inside ourselves, in our own souls - fully lost in the abyss. The troubles of this godforsaken world, reflecting back into the universal subconscious, expressed in this light as a singular & wholly original thought pattern as per the individual person’s mind. Et voila! “This is lift off, asshole…”

Now we open our eyes to the massive influence & actual authority that these ballsy birds have over their human counterpart. Watching them over the past few months, & more importantly, ~listening~ to their otherworldly message…well, I have noticed quite the eerie & downright macabre aura, which makes itself known, more & more so with each & every interaction I have with these noisy blackbirds.

Unseen, they sit atop fence posts…at the Community Garden built by the local Rotary Club some time back, seemingly the gossipy hot spot - for all the town’s a rumor mill just a waitin’ that one explosive spark to set the whole shit house a blaze. I say, burn baby burn. I smell a riot comin’ on…motherfuckin nature & shit. It’s violent.

And these flighty monsters scream demonic at us passing by, mostly ignored...their pleas absentmindedly dismissed. For the lack of imagination & passionless day to day drivel - the kind of zoned out existence brought on by meaningless routine or too many hours plopped down, basking in the warm, sweet, Dopamine-addled daze… & like a glowing vibrant blue enemy combatant, the friendly television opens fire on the tattered psyche, pummeling those weaker minds into a defeated slouch kind of portrayal of the self. One gets the feeling that no one around here is truly ~alive~. By choice or chance, nothing is ever fully heard, digested, or allowed to simmer completely into a well rounded & deeply understood idea. So, the crows’ barbaric calls go unnoticed…the real becomes blasphemy & the illusionary façade deceives, diverts, & distorts all Universal truths by which the very nature of reality is built. Entire existences become lies. Up becomes down & forward, backward…contradictory & cryptic dimensions are hidden in the linear madness for all the townfolk to deny. It is their God given right, after all…so be it!

But me, I’ve been listening…been paying attention. And just what have these filthy fucking downright dirty rotten no good no good damn it all to hell straight up awful offensive winged disease bringers, been saying this whole time? What’s been their goddamned secret coded message all along? It comes in as a breezy whisper…low, yet clear as day. “Get the fuck outta Dodge!”

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Monday, November 24, 2014

A Scary Clown & A Hotdog: three zines in two reviews...

   by Deirdree Prudence Steven Hughes Purkey
Oh shit...there's old green bean! :)
Kind of a disgusting self-promotion bonanza but with really cool zines, these two digest-sized print atrocities are rad rad rad. & although you'll find MC Sunflower Jones in all three issues, we feel that these zines deserve all the credit in the galaxy of being fine assed publications. From Hell To Highwater Vol 2 Issues 5 & 6...& Ruin #5 - you'll be hardpressed to find some more enjoyable reading from two different universes. One, a perzine, the other a comp zine, they're both created by lovely gals who we def support & think you should, too! Forrealzies. Read on, indie baby crips, we'll give you the who, why, where's & how to get a copy as well! Ratings? Fuck ratings, just get these zines. Not because we're in them, but because they're swanky li'l gems that cannot be missed! & if you do miss these issues, there are more to come! Anyways, here's those reviews we promised!
Ruin #5/Double Chinchilla #10
Ruin #5
by Jolie Ruin 
$2 or Trade 
September 2014

Hailing from Somewhere, Indiana, Jolie has been on the scene for quite some time & her reputation outweighs her "ego." One of the nicest grrrls to work with, sweet like Sweet N Low, Jolie's a zine-making champion. What with so many zines out there - how can one pick or choose? Choose this one, fellow barhoppin' miscreants of the 3rd kind. Ruin is pretty much an interview zine, interviewing the likes of Jonas (Cheer the Eff Up)  & Ray Suburbia, this issue features noneother than us! She also goes on about wanting to create her zine publishing empire & it's the first time we've seen this but it's a - get this - split perzine, splitting pages with who? That's right - with Jolie, herself. She splits the zine in 2 halves, the second of which is all art from her other zine Double Chinchilla (#10). The contents range from cats to the bizarre to the grungy-cute basement tapes of a mad riot grrl gone grimey housewife... Jolie's art & creative output combine forces to be reckoned with. Her prolific publishing genteelness keeps us all on our toes & chomping at the bit for more more more! Get at her, tousle headed paper dolls, buy or trade...just complete the transaction, 'cause Jolie is rebel pink frosting on any zinesters library. And she makes pins, too. <3  <3 <3

From Hell To Highwater Vol. 2 Issue5
From Hell To Highwater Vol. 2 issues 5 & 6
Edited by Lisa Y. Méndez
$3? (we think...)

Our friend, the bike-riding sassy devil girly from San Diego, Lisa Y. Méndez is editor of these zines & what can we say 'cept From Hell To Highwater is a motherfucking radass comp zine, in #5 & #6 directly, despite the fact that we are in both of these issues... In particular we are struck by Lisa's choice picks of word & art from her ever-expanding grocery list of talented contributors. It's obvious that she knows what she likes & she knows her shit! Don't fuck around, dear hippies, this zine is serious business...while still honoring the DIY appeal of self-published subterranean tabloids & shit. Issue 5, complete with an interview of Alice Bag & poetry & comics & radically post-modern-psychedelic art of the gnarly kind in both b&w & color doesn't trail The Hometown Issue of #6 - a zine that really gives a nostalgic walk back to the early stomping grounds of contributors from Orange County to Oregon, Texas to New Jersey all the way to Brazil, home is where the hemp is, indeed. Pick up a copy of this zine & see what's happening with print culture in the 21st's kinda a mash-up of old school zinestering at its finest mixed with some of that newfangled computer program gizmo'd whatchamacallits that the kids are so crazy for these days. What with the layered text on translucent backgrounds & other cyborg tricks, yet this print-only zine looks like it was typed on a 1943 Royal Quiet de Luxe - just the way we like it. The hot pink staples don't hurt either... We're down with FHTH & will continue reading as long as they are being printed...speaking of which, issue number 7 shall be out in no time, considering the deadline is in like 5 days, blind melons of the zombie apocalypse. Y'all better get on it now, ya hear?! 

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Wednesday, October 01, 2014

A couple of zines recently received a la post, as reviewed by Steven Hughes Purkey

Zine Reviews of:

Gazorbnik by Robert Hand Ferry 
Baspmatic #10 by Josh Didriksen

Both of these fuckers are contributors to the latest Gag Me With A... zine & I  can see why we included them. Brilliant shit here. 

Baspmatic boasts "Glitch Concept Distraction Chic" & is almost entirely art, with just a stray poem popping its head onto a page here or there. Josh sent us a previous issue for review & we immediately asked him to submit to Gag Me. If y'all don't know what Glitch Art is, give it a one over here: 
I wish I could do some of the shit he does...I'd take up Glitch in a heartbeat...

Gazorbnik has no words at all, except the title & author on the cover. It's a rock n roll psychedelic journey through time & space constantly on the edge of chaos, yet somehow managing to maintain the cosmic order of things. Think acid flashback...with a hint of pop culture just to fuck with ya. I've been a fan of everything Robert does...from his comics to his art & music - this fucker's got it going on. As his wife once noticed, "Robert's a creative genius." Agreed. Really stunning images in here. Bravo. See for yourself:

Thank you for sending your work, fellas...