With the exception of the very dull article on Paul’s skull staples, the writing in Rivet goes right up your nose and grabs your brain. The zine is moving away from record reviews and band interviews, and more into real life confessional pieces by Case. It’s a sort of bad-ass personal zine, one that covers a little more ground than all those high-school revelation zines, because Case and his cronies (the effervescent Feelin’ Shitty Barbie) have a little more life experience, that is, a lot more hate wadded in their gullets like they just swallowed Ed the Sock.
zine / main creator: Stacey Case / $2.50 / 689 Queen St. W, #193, Toronto, ON, M6J 1E6