Sonic Teratology By Thomas Vaughn “So why do people call you Suicide?” The blogger’s question amused the razor-scared woman born with the unfortunate name Norma Hackfleisch. It wasn’t like the old days when the reporters from magazines like Zigzag or Flipside knew how to ask questions. Even the hacks at Spin knew their ass from a hole in the ground. But the band’s manager had assured them the smooth-skinned, twenty-something hipster whose glasses frames matched his shirt had ten times the readers than any rag from the old days. “I guess it’s because of the all of the beauty in the world,” she replied at length. “Beauty? I don’t get it.” “You know… All of the birds and flowers and shit. It makes me want to blow my brains out.” The sarcasm in her voice was only outweighed by the Brooklyn dialect. Thirty-five years later Sonic Teratology was still at it. Suicide discovered the guitar at fifteen. She had just broken out of the detention center for the third time. ...
The Rock N' Roll Horror Zine is a DIY print lit zine that tells rock and roll themed horror, bizarro and weird fiction stories as well as featuring comics and artwork. Created and edited by Ben Fitts.