Originally published in ‘zine issue #19, 1997
Hello to #19 of Disposable Underground. Yes, I’m back. I still hate the corporate rock record industry, Nazi trend-following assholes, and rock stars in general. They can Fuck Off. With that out of the way, I hope you like the issue, and I want to apologize to everyone that sent in a tape/CD/viny and hasn’t heard shit from me. I’m basically very behind on my reviews, and I have no excuses. I will get caught up for next issue and rest assured, if you have sent something in, it will appear in these pages.
I remember reading in that issue of MaximumRockNRoll (the issue number escapes me now), the one in which it covered different aspects of the corporate rock scene and what its relations direct or indirect to the punk scene are. It had a very striking cover. I reread that issue recently, and I started to reflect on my ‘zine afterward. You can tell that I review a lot of corporate shit in here. I don’t really enjoy it, and I only discover a good band from that scene once in a great while. The thing is, I didn’t seek out most of these indies with corporate ties, or the majors. I just ended up on all of their mailing lists mysteriously: Universal, Sony, Arista, Dutch East India, et cetera. I still review the shit because I review anything I get sent in the mail, solicited or otherwise. I think I’m going to write them all a note saying “please take me off your mailing list.” … I feel a little better now.
Thank you to every person living or dead who has read and enjoyed at least one of my issues. Keep grinding. ■
