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Showing posts with label gore. Show all posts

Halloween 'Zines: Razors In The Night


It's time for another Halloween 'zine review! Growing up as a punk rock kid, I collected many a fanzine through the years. Small, DIY handmade photocopied, low-budget mini magazines that covered all aspects of the music genre, created and produced by the very participants within that scene. There's just something about holding a small magazine that was created and assembled by hand that always felt so tactile and genuine to me. And when I later became a home haunter, I discovered the same medium and immediately began collecting them.


Next up in my collection is Razors In The Night. This one isn't a straight Halloween 'zine, but with a subtitle of "For The Discerning Gore Hounds," this first issue is still on point!

If, like me, you were a discerning gore hound in the 80s, then this 'zine is right up your alley! It harkens back to the glory days of Fangoria Magazine, but goes way deeper and way darker in its hand drawn, cut-and-paste, black-and-white photocopied rawness.

It has reviews of deep underground, low-budget horror films (the best kind!), but keeps a foot in the Halloween realm with great stories on haunted houses and ends with the sad story of the tragic Six Flags Great Adventure Haunted Castle fire in 1984. Definitely worth the read.

Give Razors In The Night a follow on their Instagram page, and then go shopping on their Big Cartel page. Issue #1 is now unfortunately sold out, but issue #2 will be coming out on Halloween! And if it's limited like the first issue, it will sell out quick, too. So get on it, gore hounds!

  

Samhain - "The Howl"


 


There is a human slaughterhouse
Up on the hill
The road is red
And those who ignore
And those who pretend
It does not exist
End up in it's hull

My blood goes to work
I hear the howl

There is a grove of bleached bones
Where lupins vomit childrens limbs
Taking all their liberties
With parts of human anatomy
And in the hollow of a restless soul
Lies no remorse and no disgust
Every kill is clean and pure
Every thought is cleansed in growls

There is a grove of tortured forms
Where all is dark and deeds are foul
And those who ignore
And those who pretend
That the howl is a joke
Their children lie dead

My blood goes to work
I hear the howl...