This is #32 of Distort. Part one digging through #7-#13 and reprinting choice fragments of interviews/feature pieces. The best shit. Next issue is #14-#19.

I'd moved to Melbourne and like most people who move here, I had a bit of a chip on my shoulder from coming out of a shitty town where corruption was transparent in the local politics, it smelt like utter garbage most of the day and people were disgusting. In Melbourne transport ran on time, there were good record stores and a hardcore scene with good bands that played in venues with actual PA systems...

30 cm x 23 cm, 16 pages

This is #33 of Distort. Part two of a two part scavenging of the first few issues, this time digging through #14 - #19 and reprinting choice fragments of interviews/feature pieces. The best shit...#18. Fuck man. I deleted all the writing for this issue....and I also gave all the issues away. I didn't like this one at all, but I never considered I might want to reconsider that at some other stage of my life. Retard. If anyone has a spare of this, send it to me...

30 cm x 23 cm, 16 pages

The new issue. I had a typewriter that I loaned from a friend and intended to lay out this entire issue with it. I got one page in and realised these are the kinds of ambitions I should pursue when I have more time on my hands...but it's an ambition I intend to return to as soon as the dust settles over this Summer. Since I've started Distort, a few fanzines have come along with layouts that make me feel like I'm wasting my time...

PO Box 239 North Carlton VIC 3054

30 cm x 21 cm, 16 pages.

it was not easy. it was not fun. go and do it anyway.

It's Sunday morning and I'm sitting in my lounge room watching day time TV, piecing together bits of memory from the night before. I smell bad and am covered in bits of vomit. I can remember the start of the night, then vomiting in the gutter, seeing a band but not really remembering their set, just that I was staggering around the mosh being a douche...

27 cm x 21 cm, 14 pages.