Small and unassuming, poorly photocopied and immensely ugly, Wigs is a poster/narrative about a hypothetical rock band. The aesthetic is precisely twisted to convey the attitude of someone who fusses endlessly over their ‘my hair is mussed like I don’t give a shit’ look. So here’s my take on it: A band called the Wigs form over a smoke in a diner, and spend all their time looking for hair pieces for their act. Unfold this thing, and you’ve got the full length poster for the Bitch Vixen Tour 2001. Like the idea of the wig itself, this mini-zine is as decrepit as it is compelling. (HN)
pamphlet/poster, Michael Comeau, 50 cents, 5 Parker Ct., Barrie, ON L4N 2A6