It Can’t All Be Brass, Dear
accompany the genre along its transmogrification from a form of fiction into
fashion, music, and ‘misapplied technology’.
“It was a time where art and
craft were united, where unique wonders were invented and forgotten, and punks
roamed the streets, living in squats and fighting against despotic governance
through wit, will and wile.”
Yet the clever adventurer may wish to ignore
the anemic, spluttering blog of this budding
contraption and enjoy the gilded gas-lit forum or go straight for the
high-mineral content of its sturdily constructed journal, the four extant issues
of which being entirely downloadable.
Brace for interviews with the likes of Michael Moorcock; art
from the likes of Molly
Crabapple (of Dr Sketchy’s fame) and
Colin Foran; as well as
contributions by the Catastrophone Orchestra
collective, inter alia.