Rag Mag 41

Happy Mother's Day to all who celebrate, punks. Been a bit chaotic here at rag mag HQ due to a dog attack earlier in the week, but we are getting back on it. We got out for bagel town (best bagels in PVD) at the speedshop today (Sunday) and saw a sign Insect World put up about his old newspaper Mother's News back issues being available at Avalanche Books and it being Mother's Day had to grab a shot. I always loved the tagline Every Mother is Working Mother. Anyway, the newspaper was great so pick some up if you can. This week we have Velvet Deluxxx on double duty with a Hooked on Sonics and a Stage Dive with Sam Mulligan, Creature on the Road The Elizabeth's Run Part 9 -the finish line by Mr. Mittens, Wasteland Chick, and Creature's Double Feature.

Soundtrack to the issue: Grabbed a stack from my trusty "Modern Good Shit 2000s to now" 45s boxes (plus TJSA) - Titmachine - I wanna be your dog b/w Schneller (these dutch women prove that sometimes a stooges cover is worth putting on vinyl, solo made with mouth noises and all), Scorpion Violente/The Dreams split 7", Thomas Jefferson Slave Apartments - Negative Guest List 7"(their best?), Poison Control - The Violent Years 7", Pissed Jeans - Night Minutes/Throbbing Organ 7", The Flying Dutchmen - Dance 7", The Formaldehyde Junkies - are a total wreck 7", Witches with Dicks - American Railroads (every time I see someone wearing big boots, I think of Felix Havoc's boots (really big boots) and laugh because they really are big boots), Anteenagers MC - Let's Not Have a Party 7", Public Trust - Dirt in my Eye 7", Sexaphone -s/t 7"(such a weirdo riot grrl-esque garage banger), and The Spread Eagles - Don't Talk to the Narc 7".

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What's up my rag maggies ? I hope despite it all people are enjoying the sunshine , seeing some flowers , seeing some local bands play and doing whatever creative endeavor that makes them happy. It was raining like a mother fucker yesterday while Whyte Lipstick played our first Somerville porchfest. Despite the shitty weather people came out to party and support the local music scene. Who’s to say you can’t rock in a rain slicker ? EXTRA special thanks to Jeff at the Beacon for hosting us , Puke Pisstols and Lithophones. Jeff really went above and beyond getting us a massive tent to play under , his bud Michael to do sound ( THANK YOU MICHAEL!) and provided beer from his brothers brewery Resident Culture , a crazy spread of food and raised money for the Somerville Homeless Coalition. So Thank you Jeff for making this such a special day!! 

Now on with the show reviews — Velvet Deluxxx

Whyte Lipstick

I know what you’re thinking. What kind of psychopath reviews their own band? Lucky for you, not me! What I will say is we had a total BLAST! I love playing in Whyte Lipstick , I love outdoor shows. I love Rock N’ Roll.  If you missed us yesterday don’t worry we got plenty of shows this summer. If you can’t wait to hear us, here is our bandcamp below.

Whytelipstick.bandcamp.com

PUKE PISSTOLS

I fucking love this band. Fast , catchy Rock N’ Roll baby . Everyone in it is so good and brings their own  magic  to create one of my favorite bands around these days. Their songs always get stuck in my head and I sing them for days. Simon seems like he’s gonna break the drums from hitting so hard , Andy California is shredding like a demon , Hilken is tearing it up on guitar with a effortless cool and Johnny is rippin it up on bass like a Rock N’ Roll animal. GO SEE THIS BAND.

https://themonsieurs.bandcamp.com/album/puke-pisstols-the-lost-recordings

Lithophones

Another ripper from Lithophones. Fast Rock N’ Roll with some punch. Joe the Drummer sang lead more which was cool. I love bands that move around and match the energy of their songs with their bodies . These guys do just that. Hank is a crazy bass player and everytime I watch them play I’m like how is he doing that ? They even did a wild Juice Newton Cover. Hey Boys - when you putting out a record ???

https://lithophones.bandcamp.com/album/demos

Creature on the Road - The Elizabeth's Run Part 9 -the finish line by Mr. Mittens

It didn’t take long to find it, face down in the sludge. I almost fell sideways when I saw it, the shock of seeing it somehow tilted me off of my firmly planted feet. It was a child’s mannequin, the head was gone, and the legs seemed to have been snapped off above the knees. Despite its condition, there was something eerily alive about it, I guess that’s just a thing that all mannequins evoke, but finding one buried in the ground somehow amplified that feeling. We dug around the sides of the torso and legs, scraping as much sand and soil from it as we possibly could. We were able to free the legs in no time, but the arms had been positioned down into the muck and the ground refused to give them up easily. 

“We have to lift those legs I think.” Elizabeth 1 said, her frame hunched over the little mannequin. “If we each take one and rock it back and forth maybe we can release some of the suction.” 

I nodded and grabbed the remaining piece of the right leg and Elizabeth 1 grabbed the left. We started to lift them as vertically as we could while shimming back and forth. The mannequin wasn’t particularly heavy, but it lurched and resisted as though we were trying to free a boulder trapped in glue. Too many years in the muck I suppose, had formed its own sort of adhesive. Finally, as we lifted the broken legs as high as the arms would allow, we heard a terrible snapping sound as the arms suddenly snapped and the rest gave way in one great push. Both of us fell on our asses, the torso and legs fell with us landing on our laps. I laughed, wiping my hands on my pants as I stood. The little mannequin had made it out, with minimal damage to the front end, though the arms had both clearly snapped right below the shoulders. Elizabeth 1 was circling it, her eyes adjusting to the ever darkening sky. 

“No, no. no.” she whispered and threw herself back on the ground digging furiously with her trowel to retrieve the broken arms. 

“I think it looks pretty good to me, even without the arms,” I said, scanning the sunset. It was getting dark now, and I had hoped to get that bottle of vodka before too long. I mean it was already headless and mostly legless, what was a few broken arms at this point. I looked down at Elizabeth 1 and I could see she was frantic, huge clumps of muck and sand were being thrown into the twilight at a rapid pace. Her heavy breath was the only sound I could hear in the silvery dark. She tossed the trowel and pulled with her fingers grabbing an arm in a vice grip, attempting to pry it out. She pulled and pulled, but the arm wouldn’t budge, The ground began to recongeal around it, making all of our previous work seem pointless. She fell backwards again onto the ground and wept. 

“I just wanted it to be as perfect as possible for Elizabeth.” she said, her eyes filling with tears.

“I already dug out the legs, I was going to glue them back no problem, but if I can’t get the arms out, what is she going to think?” 

I didn’t really know what to say to her. People cry too often or not enough these days and I’m only accustomed to handling the latter. I reached for the trowel, bent down over the hole and began to dig in silence. 

It took another hour almost, the tide was back. I could hear it closer than before, like a fan inching its way closer and closer to the foot of your bed. I managed to recover both arms, Elizabeth 1 helped me with the final pull. There was something so sad about recovering them, the tiny fake hands and fingers perfectly made and achingly cold to the touch. I handed them to Elizabeth 1 to carry and I took the rest of the body. It was much easier to carry now that the sand had released its grip. I put it over my shoulders and carried it piggy back style, my hands gripping the broken bits of leg. Elizabeth 1 walked beside me, admiring the arms. 

“What does she want this thing for? Your sister, I mean.” I said, breaking 

Elizabeth 1 from her trance. 

“It’s stupid” she said, her voice trembling. 

“Nah nothing’s stupid if you’re into it.” I was trying my best to keep her from crying again. 

“When we found it the other day, the legs were sticking out, almost like a beacon. Elizabeth spotted it from far away, she nearly tripped over her own feet running to get to it. I think she knew it wasn’t a real child, but still…” her voice dropped off. 

“Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t think about your other sister, she couldn’t have been much bigger than this when she was…taken I guess.” I could’ve hit myself for not realizing the connection right away. Stupid of me really, I mean a pair of child sized legs appearing near where she was taken. Shit, it gave me the creeps just thinking about it. 

“I thought that if we brought it home, fixed it up and made a head for it, we could have her back in some sort of way. We even ordered hair in our color just to make it right. I had an old doll head that would’ve almost looked just right if we painted it. My sister is getting so fragile now, she doesn’t sleep, she barely eats. I thought this might put some things to rest.” 

We walked for a few more minutes, my hands still wrapped around the broken legs. The scope of the whole story unfurled around me and the weight of it felt heavier and darker than the muck beneath our feet. I stopped, and put the mannequin down gently. I reached into my pocket for the tin of rocksalt and helped myself to a little sniff, I shook the tin at Elizabeth 1, it was the only thing I had or knew to offer. She took a small snort and wiped her eyes, using the plastic hands. It was such an odd and endearing sight that I laughed despite myself.

Elizabeth 1 laughed with me and we returned to our journey. Finally, as the arch of the boardwalk and lights from their little trailer became close, I turned towards her and paused. 

“What was she like, the real Elizabeth? What were you all like before any of this happened to you? 

“Well”, she sighed, waving the plastic arms at a swarm of salt gnats above her head. 

“Elizabeth was pretty mean. It wasn’t her fault, even back then I knew it wasn’t but I hated her all the same. She just had everything and when we were allowed to visit she never let us forget it. But she could be fun too, she had this laugh that was like a music box. It was so unbroken, so free I guess. It was hard not to love her too. I think if she’d gotten away from mom she might’ve been ok, but that’s probably wishful thinking.” 

“What about other Elizabeth? Did she feel the same way?” 

Elizabeth 1 laughed “Oh god she worshiped her, I think she thought that if she could just get it right and be more like her mom would let us all come home and be together. She never once blamed my parents for any of it, she just studied Elizabeth and put all of her feelings into copying her.” 

“Didn’t you?” I asked, my voice sounded harsh but I couldn’t help but think of every time I’d bent over backwards with both of these people all to appease their joint obsession. 

“I didn’t when I was younger. I didn’t want to be like either of them truthfully. I had an ok thing going at my grandmother’s house and it suited me fine to just visit. My sister on the other hand was already dealing with so much ugliness at her place with those people. I didn’t really understand it until we both wound up together in that facility, and the ones that followed after. Never underestimate what an adult can do to a child Creature, there’s never a bottom floor to that building.” 

“Jesus fucking christ” I whispered into the salt air. Elizabeth 1 nodded in silent agreement. 

The trailer was lit with a string of lights around the roof and Elizabeth 2 had lit a torch beside her lawn chair. She was clapping her hands excitedly as we arrived covered in muck and loaded with treasure. I took off my waders and sat on the crumbling trailer steps, wiping sweat from my forehead.

“Creature do you see, she’s back! Isn’t she glorious?” Elizabeth 2 said dancing around the mannequin like a ballerina. “We’re going to make her beautiful again and it will be just like old times.” 

“Yeah I see that, your sister told me all the plans you have for her. I bet she’s gonna look sharp once you get her fixed.” It wasn’t false flattery this time, I could feel it in my voice that I meant every word. 

I sat with the sisters by the torch and took turns taking swigs from my bottle of vodka. My stomach felt warm and the rock salt had eased the pain in my shoulders. I watched as the sisters chattered, discussing all of their plans to make clothes for plastic Elizabeth. They had both been shipped to a garment factory in their 20s, a thing I had never been told before, and they told me stories from that time. They told me about hiding fabric scraps in their mouths until they had enough to make their own dresses. They also told me of the beatings and the hours spent hunched over a sewing machine in a cold warehouse with no heat. I had never talked to them both for this long and it was becoming a bit too comfortable and a bit too intimate. I watched them tease each other with nicknames I had never heard before, their voices working in tandem to tell me everything. An overwhelming wave of sadness swept over me as I sat with them. Thinking of what they could have been if life hadn’t ground them down in ways I could only imagine. The feeling shook me from my perch and I stood suddenly. 

“Well, I guess it’s time for me to go.” my voice was tight and on the verge of maybe not tears, but something just as heavy. 

They stood and handed me what was left of the vodka. I’d only taken a few sips, but the sisters had managed to drink about half of it on their own. Elizabeth 1 raced into the trailer and returned with a fresh bottle, she must have seen me gauging the contents of the previous one. I walked towards my van with a full bottle and at least 30 credits richer. It should’ve been a good feeling, a nice buzz, but I couldn’t shake that blue feeling. I crawled into my van and started her up. The comfort of being in my own space shook some of the sadness from me, but not enough. I rolled down my window and waved to the sisters. 

“Goodnight, Louise, goodnight Stephanie, goodnight Elizabeth” I called from the open window. As I pulled the van around, my headlights caught them in a perfect halo of bright light. They were sitting, all three of them in their own dented chairs. I could hear them laughing as I drove away.

Wasteland Chick

*runs cutely*. (Christian Slater Voice) Greetings and Salutations, fellow Wasteland Chicks! I have some important announcements!!!: One, HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY to all those incredible moms out there (especially my mother Mr. Mittens💙)! Second, it was my birthday yesterday! You heard it right, fellow WC’s, I am officially 13! But do you know what this means? It means that it is time for the: SUPER LONG HEATHERS REVIEW!!!!!! Anyway, no more talking, time for this dead girl walking to begin: We start with some lovely music, the song “Que Sera Sera” performed by Syd Straw, and some lovely cinematography of the Heathers playing croquet, setting up their characters. Then we transition into Veronica Sawyer, the icon :D, monologuing while writing a diary entry in the middle of a school hallway (?) and paraphrases on of my favorite lines:

WC Favorite Line Counter: 6

“Heather Chandler once told me ‘Real life sucks losers dry, if you wanna fuck with the eagles, you have to learn to fly.” I don’t know why I like this, there’s nothing special about the line itself, but Winona Ryder’s delivery is just 🤩. Then we transition into the Westerburg High Cafeteria with Heather Duke and Heather MacNamara, and we meet the mythic bitch of Westerburg herself. We also meet Martha Dunnstock, who is very important, as almost the whole school hates her and uses her, with the Heathers using her for entertainment and foreshadowing of Veronica’s forging skills. Then, most importantly, we meet the most silly and most punchable character ever (along with the most attractive male actor of the 80s and 90s, and this is coming from a lesbian) Jason Dean, who seems to have a very wholesome-at-first eye for Veronica and does some eye communication that strikes her fancy of emotions and views on the Heathers. Heather Chandler is very disgusted by this (weirdo), and we are introduced to a piece of insecurity for Heather Duke: Her bulimia, which shows Heather C’s cruelty towards Heather D, Veronica’s honest care for the other two Heathers, and Heather D’s genuine insecurity and pain, which further shows a piece of why she envies Heather C. We are also introduced to the lunchtime poll, which is an excretion of the Heather’s power over the school, but more importantly, it is very funny to watch, including the bit with the guy who really should’ve been the JD character, and a run-in with the earth-angel that is Betty Finn. She is so wholesome, I can’t. We also see the BIGGEST RED FLAG IN EXISTENCE: JD pulls out a friggin GUN to insult Kurt and Ram after they target him for flirting with Veronica. Veronica, I love you and I love him, but IT WAS A GUN.

We then see Veronica’s family after a game of croquet with the Heathers, and sets up one of my favorite parts of the movie: line repetition! Can be used for a joke or for seriousness. You’ll never know! We also see Veronica buy some corn nuts at the “Snappy Snack Shack” that is apparently located all over America and meets J.D., who discusses with her the joys of getting high off of slushies and the static of his life and weird father. They also exchange this gem that showcases why J.D. picked Veronica in a sense: V: “I don’t really like my friends.” JD: “Yeah, I don’t really like your friends either (I-ther).” Anyway, we head to the Remmington party that I skipped over, and see a quick glimpse of Heather C’s humanization, as her popularity leads to essentially rape, which adds a nice little layer to her character without excuse. We also get two great lines, “You don’t deserve my fucking speech.” (when Veronica is rightfully yelling at the weird college guy), and after Veronica throws up on Heather C’s shoes and the two crash out on each other, we get this bad friend crash-out line of the century: “Lick it up baby! Lick. It. Up.” We then cut to the straight sex scene. No comment. Then, the plot begins. The two fuckers do some more causal breaking-and-entering, and then: more line repetition (give me the cup, jerk) and: Heather C fucking dies by drain cleaner. The two are like “We did a murder, and that’s a crime.” (an actual line btw) and forge a suicide note, with JD avoiding the question of why does he know what to write in a fake suicide note. We then transition into the school board, who all, even the so-called “emotionally in-touch” teacher Mrs. Fleming, ignore the actual elephant in the room that a student (to them) KILLED THEMSELVES. This is the point of Heathers which reiterates itself often: Society doesn’t care about the horrors of an American or any teenager, and will find a way to spin a horror such as suicide to fit themselves. Damn, now I sound like JD. Sorry to cut all of you adoring readers off, but I bit off more than I could chew with this review and I must bait you all with a part 2. Don’t drink drain cleaner, fellow wasteland Chicks. Bye!

Sincerely, Wasteland Chick (part two soon!)

Whats up my Rag Maggies. Spring has sprung and it feels so good to see the flowers start to bloom. I love the change of seasons. I always feel like the start of spring, bands emerge playing more shows and putting out new music. Like my good friend Sam Mulligan. I know him as my fellow queenie, Scram, but the world knows him as Sam aka master shredder, donut slayer, 8-Bit pizza lover. I could go on and on about how wonderful he is, but we got places to be! People to see! Music to hear! Sam is putting out a new album this month called “ Pizza Forever”. Every song is - you guessed it - about pizza. So before we take this cheesy musical odyssey with him I thought we’d ask him a few questions. Bon Appetit - I mean - Enjoy!! – Velvet Deluxx

V -When was your earliest performance and how did it make you feel ?

SM -The first performance I can kind of remember was with my best friend Dave Richardson in high school! We started a folk-punk-weird band called Compost Shark, and played a show in my backyard. We set up on the porch of my parents’ sugar shack,  invited our friends, and my mom made chili. It was so fun, and made me feel wild, definitely a big dopamine/adrenaline rush combo!

V-How do you feel when you're on stage?

SM- Sometimes I feel most like myself when I’m on stage. That feels weird to say, but once I start my set it’s clear what I’m supposed to do, and I kind of get in the zone and it feels very comfortable and natural. I get energized from it, and excited to see how people are gonna react to the songs.

V - What's your proudest moment on stage ?

SM-I put together a huge show a few years ago, for a big music and video game festival called MAGfest. It was my first and only (so far) time playing my songs with a real live band, and not just my gameboys. We were booked as “Sam Mulligan and The Donut Slayers”, and the Donut Slayers were some of my friends who play in various video game music cover bands that I pretty much only see at MAGfest once a year, if I’m lucky. It was a ton of work to plan the show, teach the band the songs, and get everything ready for it. The rest of the band lived in other states and we only had a couple rehearsals together in a hotel room with a Bluetooth speaker a few days before the show to get a 45 minute set ready. It was a wild situation, and I can’t believe we pulled it off. We had guest performers, stage props, and zero full volume rehearsals together. I am still amazed that we made it through the show!  I was so proud when we finished the last song and heard the audience going nuts.

V-We've all played in basically an empty room. What do you do when this happens ?

SM-I’ve played to so many empty rooms! I try to treat the show pretty much the same and just talk to the people that did show up a bit more than I usually do. It’s kind of a unique opportunity to give them a more individualized experience. In some ways, it’s really nice!

V- Do you have any pre show / post show rituals?

SM-I don’t really have any rituals other than trying my best to be prepared, which is boring! I like to get to the show early, stretch, tune my guitar, make sure I have all my cables and AC adapters, put fresh batteries in the Gameboy, and drink some water. After the show sometimes I’ll treat myself to a nice cool Dr Pepper or Baja Blast for the drive home.

V-Do you have any artists that influenced you to get on stage?

SM -I grew up in the 90s, so I was super influenced by the Beastie Boys, Beck, Sleater-Kinney, and weezer. Those bands inspired me to make music, but I guess the artists that really inspired me to get on stage were the bands that were either local Maine bands like Rustic Overtones, or the bands that they played shows with often, like 2 Skinnee Js.

V-Ok, I have to ask - have you ever stage dived?

SM - No way! I have inflammatory issues so I really hate falling because it’ll mess me up for a while and I haven't crowd surfed since high school. And I don’t wanna break my guitar because I need it and can’t afford to get another one! I know, I’m pretty badass.

V- Your new album is ALL about pizza. What is your favorite pizza and from where?

SM -We’ve got some pretty great pizza out here in Western Mass, I feel very lucky. Right now my fave is the margherita from Treehouse Brewing Company in Deerfield, Massachusetts, but I used to really love Same Old Place in Jamaica Plain when I lived there, and Dragon Pizza in Somerville  is pretty great too. Ooh and the Sicilian from Caesar’s across from Market Basket. And I’ve had killer slices in Brooklyn. I’m sorry, I can’t actually pick a favorite.

V- Was that the pizza that inspired it all ?

SM-Oh jeez, no. The first pizza song I wrote was about a slice that I saw facedown on the sidewalk, not even a bite taken. It was on the walk home from a show at The Sinclair in Harvard Square, and while I can’t say for sure where it was from, my best guess is it was from Otto’s.

V -Is there anything you want to tell our Rag Mag readers?

SM-Go write some weird songs and start a weird band! If you don’t have any friends, write some weird songs and get a Gameboy!

V - Where can we hear all your stuff ???

SM -You can hear all my stuff at the gig duuuude, come to the show!  Everything is on my Bandcamp (sammulligan.bandcamp.com), and most of it on most streaming services, and none of it is on Spotify because they’re the worst. I’m in the process of putting my music on Subvert.fm, which is kind of like an artist-owned collective version of bandcamp, and it’s going live really soon! Also, I’m working on making more music videos and putting them on my YouTube channel - there’s a new one coming May 15th! It’s gonna be siiiiick, go subscribe!

Hope everyone is hanging in there. May started off with a bang when we went to Knucks and Scott's house to celebrate Beltane and watch The Wicker Man, an all time fave. I was even chosen as May Queen and got to burn a wicker man. What a great night. In other news, my band Tigers on Vaseline just released our demo. Visit our website to download or just play a nice game of tiger tail (desktop only) while streaming. https://www.fujichia.com/tigers/.

Shows have been happening again and it has been great to see so many bands coming through. It was fun catching Brainwash Victims and Marked Men in the same week for sure.

The new space A1 in Providence is making a great start of shows and this Brainwash Victims gig was stacked with assorted flavors of d-beat bands I had never heard of. Got to the show around when the music was supposed to start and hung outside watching the kids that live their build a giant stack of chairs on top of a table. Fun space and chaotic energy made for a great show. All the bands had good energy, good drummers and the crowd was tossing everything they could find around. Moshing with couch cushions and diving onto them. Like the gloom hoodie the guitar player from W.E.B.B. said - Friendly and Violence. Brainwash Victims were killer. Ripping Sunday night.

Made it out on a Thursday evening for a two band show at Deep Cuts in Medford. My first thought was only two bands, but when the Marked Men's encore ended at 9:18 pm and I knew I could be home before 11, I was grateful. Spent a lot of time crowd watching and seeing tons of people I hadn't seen in a long time (some since the last time the marked men played in Boston like 20 years ago). This was my second time seeing Colleen Green and she played tight indie/pop punk that had the crowd into it (I saw Marky Metal getting into it). This was also only my second time seeing the Marked Men since we had to sneak in the bathroom window at the Abbey (thanks Barker and sorry guy who was peeing I fell on) to see them. This was a much more sedate crowd than the brainwash victims show and their first show at the abbey, but they are just so fucking good. Set list had most of what I wanted to hear and it is incredible to me how close to their records they sound live.

Records of the Week

First up is some crushing d-beat noize (thanks record cover for the perfect description) from Arizona punks Dismay - No Guilt 7". Band pic is great and looking like disbones era disclose and bringing a heavy cruty/metal edge to their d-beat, this rips. Punks still shouting out our anger at this insane world. Nice packaging on this one and I love the destroyed poster style. Blast this one loud for the punks

No Guilt, by Dismay

5 track album

DismayEral

I am a total sucker for burning spirits hardcore and Rocky & The Sweden's new Punks Pot Head lp kills. Raging burning spirits style hardcore with extra rock flourishes with every single song about pot. I am ashamed at how long it took me to get the album title pun. They've been around long enough at this point to be legends themselves, but the band is made up of lifers including members of systematic death and bastard. This may not be as trad burning spirits as their earliest recordings (will anything top Wake Up Anarchy Rider?), but a group getting together to blast out raging hardcore while coming up with more ways to sing about pot works for me. Raging, light up a spliff and rock out

Punks Pot Head, by Rocky & The Sweden

11 track album

Rocky & The SwedenN0VA

Soul Song of the Day

A Bay Area band that sounds like sly & the family stone, sure. The Loading Zone - Don't Lose Control of Your Soul. They made one ok album for unhip and unsoul RCA Victor, but this song is undeniable and makes you wanna get up and dance. Linda Tillery has a killer voice.

That's it for this week's Rag Mag. Here's some flyers and keep sending stuff in (ragmagclub@proton.me).