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"A fun, trashy read" - Razorcake






The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is DIY hand stapled zine that specializes in rock and roll themed horror, weird fiction and bizarro. In addition to fiction, The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine releases comics and artwork that are on theme. The zine is created, curated and edited by Ben Fitts.

Follow the zine on Instagram here: https://www.instagram.com/therocknrollhorrorzine or Twitter here: https://twitter.com/TheRockNRollHo1?lang=en

You can contact the zine by email: doomgoat666@gmail.com

You can see more of Ben's zines and writing at: https://doomgoat666.wixsite.com/benfitts

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