Cad’s Jizz Magazine
Egads. Our man Cad is a hipster beatnik gangsta misogynist, and a self-hating Jew to boot. All of which would be fine, if he could write like Norman Mailer or Allen Ginsberg, two others who can be described as such. Unfortunately, he cannot. An example: “I was still in the phonebooth gettin blowed when the phone rang on a hunch I picked it up it was the killer he laffed at me ya that was an ugly thing he’d done interrupting my blow job not to mention killin the 2 krapola brothers & stuffn em into lockers at the Y …” etc. One can only hope that this endeavor has some ironic intent; and even so, his Mike Hammer meets Neal Cassidy meets Dr. Dre and his Dean Martin’s new Jewish friend persona is so unpleasant as to be unbearable. If the new swing culture scene were on trial, this zine alone would be enough to get it convicted. (MD)