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The Chills - “Pink Frost”
I had been hoping to find other people who loved this. The double intro gets me every time.
Matthew Galloway has charm and grace and cats (at least on the internet). Nick Douglas is “that guy who broke gawker” (at least on the internet). Really, what else is there to be said (at least on the internet)?
Front cover:
“A Kill the Whites publication in association with BIMBOX.” 12 pages,
year unknown (circa 1991-92)1990!Table of contents page:
From the introduction: “The truth is, SCAB exists. A giant multinational conspiracy with participants numbering in the millions, who thrive on…
This pleases me because it reminds me of the radical feminist zine i didn’t write in 1992, but would have written had i been less cowardly. Instead of writing a zine i got a poem called “the drowning” published in a small book of poetry called “a bucket of eels”. it’s still in the university library and i visit it occasionally. i stopped writing poetry when i realised i didn’t have anything more to say than anyone else.
i know a man who is performing the world’s worst emotional striptease. what is revealed and what is hidden are the same, over and over again. he tells a story and it goes like this: “i am fucked up, but i won’t tell you why. i’m a head case. no-one is allowed to know me. i’m really fucked up. i don’t tell anyone why.” it is a boring story, but it works. reveal. conceal. reveal. conceal. it held my attention for a while. i still want to know what is under those clothes, even though i know it is no different from what is under anyone else’s.