Plenty of decent stuff to check out in this January issue of MRR: an interview with Marco from Salinas Records; a piece on the unfortunate demise of Toronto’s S.H.I.B.G.B.’s venue; Erika Elizabeth’s “Futures and Pasts” column; other things. But the reason to go out of your way to track down this MRR from six months ago or whatever is Julaya Antolin’s G.L.O.S.S. tour diary. Holy shit. Antolin nails all the absurdities and banalities of tour life, and since this is a tour with maybe the most visible LGBT hardcore band in our lifetime you also get a clear (if brief) view of both how liberating and how scary that can be. For every good crowd, cool regional band, and inspiring conversation, there’s a sulking dude, threatening internet posts, or a warning about an upcoming city. Antolin’s voice throughout the piece is fresh, insightful, and often hilarious. When I got to the part of the Bloomington, IN entry (in reference to an upcoming show in Louisville) that read “Apparently somebody called us a band of faggots or something, which is unsurprising in this fuckin’ weird corn world,” I think I cackled. What do you do when you’re a tough-as-shit band, everyone knows it, and you’re dealing with submentals? You laugh and you keep going and maybe you play in a driveway because too many people came to the house show because your band rules and then someone stagedives off a compost bin. (MRR, PO Box 460760, SF, CA, 94146, maximumrocknroll.com)