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Don’t ever leave me

A welcome re-issue of Iceberg Slim‘s Pimp. Irvine Welsh pens an introduction: Slim was, and has probably shaped, the archetype of every blaxploitation movie pimp and/or street hustler from the violent and edgy to the benign form of Antonio Fargas’s Huggy Bear in the original Starsky and Hutch, updated with added ‘ice’ by Snoop Dogg […]

Double Take

Johan Grimonprez‘s new film Double Take, for which Tom McCarthy wrote the central monologue, is premiering in both New York City and Berlin next week. Press release: Grimonprez‘s second film essay, titled Double Take, questions how our view of reality is held hostage by mass media, advertising and Hollywood. Written by award winning British novelist […]

Soundheads: Loop reissued

heWhile Loop may not be on the lips of any NME cover bands at the moment, they remain a critics’ favourite and their albums often changed hands for £50 a time on eBay until late last year. It’s also probably the case that Loop mainstay and vocalist Robert Hampson, who remains active in other guises to this day, was dutifully aware that while he has no intention of following other bands of the era and reforming, five years or so of his life stood a fair chance of remaining wedged down the back of rock’s sofa if this was allowed to continue.

Andrew Stevens looks back at 1980s noise pioneers Loop.

Freedom Go To Hell

From freedom of expression group Article 19: Twenty years ago this month, on 14 February 1989, the Ayatollah Khomeini pronounced a fatwa on the British writer, Salman Rushdie, after the publication of his book The Satanic Verses. Two decades later, ARTICLE 19 –which co-ordinated and led the International Rushdie Defence Campaign – believes that the […]

Home Is

williesmithThink pink satin neatly folded atop likewise folded aqua thong. Ken fondles tags attached to elastic seams in back of each pair of panties. Ken smiles, thinking of me drunk alone in a kitchen somewhere home from being a troubleshooter in a cubicle several hundred thousand feet north of where he stoops in his closet, leisurely acquiring the erection he will soon apply to my former common law wife. Glad to have a job to hate, alcohol to curse, tough tasteless cheap ham to wrestle into skillet.

Hit print… hear the printer. Click! Wump. Grind, grind, grind… I think we got it. OK — fax the coupon, when it’s through printing, to the pharmacy. Should be in time to get her the insulin on schedule.

By Willie Smith.