This is the anti-zine. Like the anti-Christ, the anti-zine is lean, mean, and hard to understand. The star of the anti-zine is the anti-comic book character Blobbo. Blobbo and his friends — Contourman, the dog Mr. Finnegan and some giant body parts (who circle warily around Blobbo the way the hounds of hell prance around the devil or the Peanuts characters tip-toe around Charlie Brown) are rendered with expressively vague circles. The art-work neatly echoes the plot where a lot happens, but nothing happens that anyone might understand or even find particularly funny. For instance, when Blobbo is arrested for growing body parts, he calls Contourman. Contourman says he has a plan, and the next day shows up at the jail with a few bombs and blasts Blobbo out of prison. Not exactly a knee-slapper. That’s why this is the anti-zine. In between Blobbo adventures are little narratives related to the anti-comic only in that they are anti-stories, not rambles, not stream-of-consciousness art things, just sentences coming one after the other, speaking to each other the way the pages of a zine speak to each other as they slide off the photo- copier at some late distant hour.
zine / #4, 24 pages / publisher: No Press / main creators: Sam Andreeff and Mark Connery / $1 / 53 Morningside Ave, Toronto, ON, M6S 1C6