The trashcan obsessional

Scott Soriano has been crankin out some of the best writing efforts in the blogosphere to date.  His z-gun/crud crud/static party/terminalboredom contributions have been nothin short of solid gold for a wonderin’ eye such as mine.  The first print edition of Z-gun came out a few months ago.  Its 100 percent recommended.  It contains so many rad reviews that it would be hard to mention them all.  Here is the preface to the zine.  Seek it out.  Seriously.

“This zine’s purpose?  Well, it all goes back to science fiction.  Ya see, some of the very first zines to come out back in the 1960s were dedicated to leding some ”amatuer legitamacy” to that rather critically battered gener of fiction which seemed to appeal in the main to the spottier and prottier segments of the populace.These early sci-or zines simply took it for granted that a lot of what was held in contempt or simply ignored by the discriminating editorial forces o’ the day was in their humble opine some of the most compelling, original and enjoyable stuff that could be stuck between printed covers and consumed with the brain.  This basic amateur zine concept was picked up by a lot of primordial rocker-types too infamous to name drop now (thanks in large part to their own efforts) and run with into with the hills or the swamps, depending on how quickly their tastes degenerated.  For decades after that the zine remained as a basement level reality-check on both the mainstream and the underground music scene; No need to run that history down here, but there was always a passel of great reads you could expect to come out every so often that carried a certain gravitas lent by the cranky hyper-opinionated enthusiasm that’s part-n-parcel with that type of gulcher.  They also functioned as a sort of short-term nausea-inducing time capsule, for both writers (what was I thinking on that one?) and readers (shit, why did I dump that record?).  Well, then the Internet came around and kind of blew that whole dynamic out of the water didn’t it, which for some of us was counted a damn sham.  I can’t tell you how much great writing I’ve glanced through online that disappears forever when the site/blog/comments box/whateverhaveyou gets deleted or doesn’t pay the damn monthly bill.  Gone.  Nutso.  This zine desires to come back full circle to that early sci-fi/music nexus, kindled by that sincere desire to expose music that’s got more than a little gristle on the bone.  It makes total sense to this reporter that if people are gonna be damn fool enough to insist on putting records out there in the permanent physical world that there should be other idiots willing to complement them with the requisite nagging paper-based rag.”