I saw this in a bookstore yesterday:
At first I was horrified. What kind of money-grubbing schlock is this? Then I saw that one of the authors designed album covers for SST. Perhaps it is meant to be some ironic statement on the crassness of consumer culture in this post-ironic, post-modern, post-CRASS era? Then I flipped through it and decided that the authors deserved to be ostracized and anybody who buys it deserves to be punched in the kidneys. I waited in the store for 45 minutes but nobody else even picked up the book, so I couldn’t inflict violence on anyone. So I bought the latest issue of COMETBUS and huffed out in self-righteous indignation.