I went to Ferntree Gully for this mag. Ferntree Gully. It's a blip on a dot forgotten by dental hygeine and happiness. I saw Bleeding Through there. Hanged with Marta Peterson, who beat me at pool. (On points.) My girlfriend didn't approve of that, but she sure as shit didn't mind my gawking at a near-nude Boris the Blade baring their tattoos. DOUBLE STANDARD MUCH?
As for interviews I upset the legendary Jeff Walker of Carcass, talked BJs with Nile's Karl Sanders and boogied with Elvis and Lucifer via Watain. There's whole lotta other mystical trippy shit in as well. What is it? You'll have to read to find out.
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