Fairly run-of-the-mill glossy punk fanzine from Ireland. By the looks of this issue, they’re concerned with heavyweights of yore that are still out there pounding something: interviews are with Eric Davidson of the New Bomb Turks, Handsome Dick Manitoba of the Dictators, and T.S.O.L., among others. The writing and interviews are pretty strong, with noticeable weak spots (as in almost every glossy I’ve come across––maybe it stands out more when it’s this slickly produced?). I’m weird about this stuff. For example: I love Rancid, and I’m not ashamed to love them, even though they’re irrelevant dinosaurs, and so I don’t mind that a show reviewer in this is getting stoked on a Rancid show (like I was this time last year, front and center). But when they say that Let the Dominoes Fall is Rancid’s strongest record since ...And Out Come the Wolves (which is fucking ludicrous and ignorant), I snap out of my reading-trance and this irreconcilable, essential difference between me and the magazine starts to form, and suddenly the advertisements and slippery pages start to feel dirty and wrong, and I start to hate everything in it and write it off completely, like they’re talking about “punk” the way an alien might talk to me about “home,” until I realize that all this is just stemming from our different opinions on Rancid of all things and I take a deep breath and admit that it’s a decent magazine after all.