So suddenly there were ten quivering little fingers reaching for that knob and pressing all at once. And the only thing that happened is that a white sign popped up with one simple little word on it: NERD. Yep, nerds we must be. Nerds for believing for one second that we would get any help from the very record companies who are peddling OUR music and using our insights to fatten their wallets and polish their credibility, nerds for thinking we would get all the support we needed from all the money making organizations who can't tell shit from gold and need nerds like us to tell them whom to sign and who to watch out for and then turn around with pursed lips and distaste on their android mugs and look the other way while we naively demand that ad they've been wasting on the readers of every lame publication they could come up with. You want names? Easy. Just look at these pages, and quickly figure out who, by all logical means, should be advertised in the pages and isn't.

You know, all the bands that you and I were talking and writing about when hardly anyone else in this fat land of mental peasants knew what the fuck we were raving about. But times have changed, and maybe there is gold in dem new wave hills. And finally... we were nerds for wishing for a better music scene, therefore implying we were wishing for a better living scene in general, with all the fat cats and the bullshit artists and the oppressors and the miniature dictators and the followers taking a well deserved holiday and never coming back to get in our way. It doesn't look like anything is going to change, and Slash should probably drop its joyful colors and come out in black from now on. Be we ARE nerds, so we now give you two colors, more wonderfully idealistic and nihilistic garbage (what can you do when the positive outlook has been taken over by the drab jogging death patrols?) and the rotten promise that IT will be said, one way or another. Our ads will come from wherever they come and will be worthy of respect because they ARE our oxygen and our life supply, our readers will come from wherever dissatisfied and curious cases come from, which is everywhere and everyday, and our inspiration will come from the ever growing alternative world that one day will strangle the present powers in their sleep. And if you think we're being funny, cut this out, put it away and read it in ten years.

In the meantime, start compiling your own list of enemies. It will some day be very useful and save us all a lot of pointless bloodthirsty running around. Slash... the yellow pages of culture guerillas. And, if it never comes out again, you can add "repression" to your everyday vocabulary. Preceded by subtle."