APOPTHELEMA ENTRY 18 PART FOUR
by Kyle Nonneman
[Note: this was composed in prison where proof-reading facilities are notoriously bad. Please don't hold that against the author. You can contact Kyle through the address listed at the end of this entry.]
"WARRIORS FROM HELL'S DOMAIN WILL BRING YOU TO YOUR DEATH!"....-SLAYER
In my previous special feature on the subject entitled "Maximum Rocknroll Fuck Off And Die" i criticized and thoroughly condemned Maximum Rocknroll.
Now M.R.R. is finally dead! Maximum Rocknroll has chosen to cease print publication.
MRR was the only remaining independent newstand zine covering punk rock. MRR after a decades long existence became mad with power and started to essentially devour elements of the subculture it once championed and advocated.
A lot of the actions carried out by MRR in its last days were like the senseless power mad orgies of the gestapo and Mussolini's regime as depicted in films like Salo and Gestapo's Last Orgy. Only less fun...
Since MRR was primarily ran by uppity 'Mattachine Society"-esque androgonous mousy hair and glasses hipster trannys too busy being self righteously politically correct from their soap box to have any fun.
Shooting their shots only from the safety of the MRR columns section. Not the cool 'Born to Be Cheap"/"Dead Skin Mask" trannys that have now unfortunately become an endangered species...
Power corrupts. Like the old Megadeth song Symphony of Destruction. MRR went from being a nurturing supportive father to the scene, to a resentful abusive bitter old man spitting bile and hatred at the successful children he spawned.
Trying to politicize away the jealous self loathing incited in seeing its children exhibit free will and fly free from their control and accomplish things of greater value then they themselves did during their time.
MRR's coverage of music took a backseat to its tedious discussions of scene politics and armchair bashing of elements of the underground that didn't conform to their megalomaniacal status quo.
The M.R.R columns section became a status symbol and an exalted privileged soap box stood upon by the various angry little hipster Hitlers looked up to in awe by reverse conformist sheep . Walking in line in obedience to the standards set by the P.C. Scene Police.
Punk used to mean thinking for yourself. Then it became to many about thinking in accordance with the standards set by the current Crimethinc Mccarthyist granted a column in MRR...
Lest your band/venue or label become blacklisted by the columnists and shitworkers at MRR, who, at the end, were essentially the Committee for Un-Punk Rock Activities.... Cashing in on the subcultural scene capitol accumulated during its bloated existence to make more power moves within the underground it sought to dominate-- like Hitler invading Poland.
Instead of tape trading and doing shit for themselves a lot of labels,bands and zines just paid the requisite fees to M.R.R to get an advertisement in their magazine or send them free review promo copies. It's like in Phantasy Star 2, the people of the planet have everything done for them by a robotic computer system known as Mother Brain. Once Mother Brain is killed off, the people have to struggle and work harder doing everything for themselves.But they become stronger free thinking individuals as a result.
MRR had columnists requesting people email them to report individuals within the scene that were unworthy.They started campaigning to have diy independent sellers and labels banned from Discogs.com for selling work by artists they didn't approve of. Towards the end went so far as to start a campaign to boycott Gilman Street.
I lost any fucking respect i had left for the punk, crust and hardcore scene after seeing the actions perpetuated by the sewage workers at that zine and how many people in the scene proved themselves to be hypocritical posers and peer pressure zombies by refusing to call MRR on their bullshit. I'm glad it's fucking dead.
The zine opened the doors for a lot of people. It was an introduction to the cult for many. But now its fucking dead and we need to move the fuck on and do it ourselves and quit mourning the loss of a totalitarian party organ that tried to control our lives and dictate our actions as individuals.
The only valid reason to look back upon MRR's corpse is to desecrate it and mutilate it.
HATE IS OUR BELIEF!
FUCK YOUR SCENE!
WE SPIT ON YOUR GRAVES!
You can contact Kyle at:
3405 Deerpark Dr SE
Salem OR 97310
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