Critics Corner
Dead Kennedys at Irving Plaza Zine-making is a dying art. Recently I found an old zine in my room called Broken Nights Brooklyn. I remember picking it up at an old guitar shop a couple years ago and thinking that it was one of the best zines I had ever read. Which it probably still is, I’ll be honest. When I rediscovered it , I went on a long search to find a more recent issue, only to learn that the issue I had was the only one ever made. Sadly, most zines nowadays are discarded like trash or used by aging Lower East Side hipsters to wipe their chins after eating a falafel sandwich. But looking back, Broken Nights Brooklyn contained a prophecy of my future taste in music. So many of the bands that I didn’t know existed when I first read it are now some of my local favorites. It even included a review of a show that featured T.S.O.L. and Black Flag. But, the author writes, the “Black Flag” in this show was more like “Greg Ginn and three other guys,” so they left because it wasn’t …
