The 4-ACO-DMT Issue
Literary
You could be forgiven for feeling a little let down with London’s current crop of DIY punk activity. Alternative comedy, however, although roughly the same age as punk, has over the last few years come into its own as far as “doing it yourself” is...
Asbestos Party
I'm in love with Baltimore. A little weird as I've never actually been there. To me, it's an exotic wasteland of derelict warehouses strewn with the victims of Edgar Allan Poe tales.
Oh, This Is Great
I'm not one of those guys who corners folks at parties to rant at them about biodiesel or calls people "fucking idiots" for being skeptical about global warming. But I should also point out that I'm not one of those Andrew Dice Clay "Fuck the whales...
VICE Mail
I bought some nice clothes at an American Apparel store in Camarillo, California. The gentleman was very helpful and courteous but then he put this disgusting magazine in my bag.
VICE Presents The People's Lists - Part 1
The unicellular bacterium, Trichonympha, which lives in the intestines of wood-eating cockroaches, is completely bisexual. The sexual act is performed when the cell playing the male role enters the rear of the female through a special plasma...
Explosive Mental Images
If you've entered 2008 feeling somewhat underwelmed by the crop of new bands on the cards, you may at least find some solace in the fact that you're definitely not alone.
Mental Overdrive
Bands tend to treat the "Influences" column on their MySpace page like their own personal peacock parade. A chance to puff their chest, display their plumage, and concoct the most eclectic, obscure and populist list possible.
Traumatic Youth
Remember in cartoons how they'd always have the band that was basically a composite of whatever the thousand-year-old animators had heard about rock n roll? The Carbonas are basically the human, good version of Jabberjaw, the Bugaloos, et al.
Ghoulishly Rare
My Disco are a screechy minimalist trio from inner-city Melbourne. As was once the wont of screechy minimalist trios worldwide, they recently forsook the loving bosom of their homeland in favor of working with the king of screechy minimalist trios...
Dawn Of A New Supergroup
The word "supergroup" is both a little a gay and a lot overused. Anytime Carl Barat picks up a guitar and jumps onstage with David Coulthard-head guy from Razorlight down the Old Shaggy Tin Pot, it only serves to sully the legitimate use of the word.