From the outset, this crisp looking new zine promises to do what zines have been doing for years; appraise products based on personal compunctions, as opposed to function, and value. So what’s the big deal with Guest Check? Three twenty-something Toronto guys review off kilter capitalist ephemera a la Paul Lukas (the US publisher of Beerframe, who makes a career out of doing the same thing). Their reviews are amusing, but never out and out funny. Things pick up a bit once you wade past the reviews and into the article that takes on the phenomenon of stupid street names like Vega Starway and Enchanted Hills Crescent. But, alas, both of Arthur Cheesman’s pointless essays, Is this Love That I’m Feeling (a boring rant against the Spice Girls) and Lighting (a circuitous attempt to investigate some nonexistent plot to outlaw the regular light bulb in favour of the halogen), quash the barely perceptible momentum. This isn’t a horrible zine, it’s just a pointless one. Check please! (HN)