RADVOCATE, THE #3: $2, 8 ½” x 5 ½”, 28 pgs.

Mar 23, 2012

You know your racist, conservative old grandmother? No? Well I know mine. I would never give her a book by some of my favorite authors, because she would open them, realize they were talking about Marxist insurgents in Latin America, or anti-colonial struggles in Kenya, or whatever, and be thoroughly disinterested. Maybe I am the same way with punk rock and zines. I love the format, even though most zines suck, and if there is some punk in it I will at least give it a shot. But when I open up this thing, and read the treatise on how the fans at Phish shows (the writer’s favorite band) have changed over the years, trudge through the mundane skating-tour of Europe journal, glance over the bad photos and art, and cling on for dear life through the even worse short stories, I want to chuck it in a fire. Not that I’m trying to dismiss this, but I feel no need to be constructive here because I gave the disclaimer: this is not my thing, it never will be, and I feel the urge to chuck it in a fire because being associated with an irrational, destructive act will maybe at least rub some punk on it. –Dave Brainwreck (The Radvocate, 3245 University Ave Ste. 1430, SD, CA 92104)

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