“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
* Samuel Johnson Quoted in “Anecdotes of the Revd. Percival Stockdale” (1809)
It’s taken a while for us to get this issue out, but it does look beautiful and you should be swelling up the right places. It’s the work of this fine group of individuals (go and explore their online worlds).
Dirty Bristow Issue Two.
Is 80 pages packed with essays, stories, opinion pieces and artwork on the theme of ‘Beast’.
Get a copy now (prices include p+p — magazines will be despatched to arrive on launch day 13th Aug 2011 ):
- For those of you within the UK £5.50
- Europe £6.50
- Worldwide £7.50
(Click and it’ll appear in your shopping cart in the sidebar).
Attached to the front of a limited number of the copies is the finest half inch of plastic and magnetic tape seen since Kylie’s Got to be Certain cassingle. Featuring four new and exclusive cover versions from our favourite acts and something a bit special — Dirty Bristow the Game, for the 48K ZX Spectrum. As we hope will continue to be a possibility we’ve gone off at some tangential tangents with extra-curricular activity; if you’ve not got a cassette attached to the front cover don’t fret, the contents are all online if you should but hunt.
There’s no such cliche here as a ‘difficult second issue’, everything about pulling this together was a complete joy—otherwise we just wouldn’t do it. From being astounded that we managed to flog enough of issue one to make issue two a viable thing, to almost weeping at the unexpected artistic delights that the contributors leaked, it was one tiny gorgeous death after another. Weeping from the eyes. The eyes.