Thursday, September 2, 2010


Beat the heat/meat with the summer issue of the always relevant SCRATCH & SNIFF Arts & Gentertainment magazine from your friends here on the West Side. This issue has interviews with HOLLYWOOD about their future concept album David Lee HazleWoody Allen Coe, "reminiscent of contemporary Weezer," BRIMSTONE HOWL in which they discuss the nuances of their beautiful Ogallala-rock, RATIONAL ANIMALS who say things like "we do this for the kids," and Sharkey the 3rd with his reasons for moving to the more-American-than-America country of Orstralia ("I got a woman pregnant. Her name is my wife."). That shit amongst exclusive photos and fancy record responses. Punk fanzine Americano. Punks is gypsies.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


Hey ladies, the wait is over: SCRATCH & SNIFF issue #1 is hot off the presses and in stock over at our command center in North Buffalo where we all work and listen to prog recurds while twittering. As said, this ish has an epic 7-page i/v of those darling Shittsburgh rock stars ROT SHIT, Rochester's youngest nitrous peddlers BRAIN CAR, a piece on knee-wounding blooze-rockers LINCOLN ST. EXIT, a one-would-think-amateur "my favowit wecords" section by Rot-core correspondent Dicky Butler that proves Meltzer's legacy in more than a dick-sucking gesture, and reviews of punk/herdcore rex that are mostly readily available at SPIRAL SCRATCH RECORDS - 291 Bryant Street, Buffalo NY. You pay $2 for another nail in venerable rock crit's coffin and it comes from yer own soul-sucked 'n rusted stomping grounds. SMOKE BONGZ.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Listen ya chinaman...

Here's the lowdown: we buy records... we put the records on our stereos... we listen to the records... and we douse the records in arbitrarily esoteric creative writing forays. Then we stick these gems in amongst interviews and images of our favorite rustbelt rockrollers. Then you buy. Win-win. The zine is called Scratch & Sniff and it's brought to you by men involved in Termbo, THTL, Plates, Brown Sugar, Insubordinates, Bad Taste and other subversive media. Lucky you! Ish #1 is in the works and will involve the following:
Think about this… like, Rot Shit can play the biggest show in Brooklyn, or the hardest punk show, or whatever, and as long as there’s drugs and chicks there, we’ll be there. And we’ll be fucking sick. And you know what?, if we’re on acid in front of 300 people, what’re they gonna do? We’ve got their money.
a ride in the BRAIN CAR
so when we got booked at a school it was hot shit; all these random shittsford fags thought they were celebrities because our careeer was WYLDDDDDD.....they fucked up their whack school while we fucked shit up and now we're independent rock revolutionaries alongside acts like Pink Reason and BLANK DOGS.
If you'll recall, if you'll remember, if you'll reiterate a point in time - that one scene in The Giant Gila Monster, circa tomorrow, the moment that throws teenage normality to the dogs, regardless of its apparent sterility. You can't put sleaze to words and sleaze certainly don't look good on paper, but baby, you do. Let me put you down on paper, let me touch that.