We Was Voodoo: a Conversation with Karsten Krejcarek
Fanzine hosts a conversation between New York based artists Matthew Ronay and Karsten Krejcarek framed around the latest work of Krejcarek's - specifically a new video he's wrapping up that's a kind of personal spiritual cleansing, a revelatory fiery purging of heavily signified studio objets d'art turned detritus, such as a casket, in cathartic response to a ritual psychedelic experience in the jungles of Peru, and further exploration into the hallucinatory visions he had there. Sound heavy?  Well ma

Interview with Justin Bartlett
Justin Bartlett draws pictures that are both complicated and primitive at the same time. The imagery is detailed but taps into unsettling, basic primeval fears that are embedded in the human psyche. Which is probably why he’s becoming increasingly in demand for metal related album cover art and merchandise. It’s sort of reminiscent of wandering alone in the woods at night and then through the branches witnessing some ancient unspeakable act that can only be communicated visually. Either that or a twisted horror version of Maurice Sendak. After this interview, I sent him an email asking if Sendak was an influence and his response was: "No, not really, I never owned Where

The Odditorium
Believe it or Not oh ye future genius writers to be, who slave away for free as interns and fact checkers at various magazines around the world, just know this - that behind every great magazine, great published story, or great huxter of the world, like say a Robert LeRoy Ripley of grand sideshow fame, there is usually a great "fact checker," as it is reveled here in Melissa Pritchard's great story, "The Odditorium".

Bad Lieutenant: Port of Call New Orleans
It seemed like the type of thing that could only happen in a cinematic equivalent of Fantasy Baseball, that Werner Herzog would direct Nicolas Cage in a sequel to Abel Ferrera's sexually graphic 1992 cult film. It was enough to make you picture Cage shaking off the shackles of too many action movies, opening and closing his hands as if realizing his autonomy for the first time. And yet like so many fans and amateur sports statisticians, who thought they had the perfect starting lineup, Bad Lieutenant finds itself deservedly shut out of the playoffs.

if we were immortal: Slater Bradley at Team Gallery
'Much has been written about New York artist Slater Bradley since his debut at Team Gallery ten years ago. Some have sung his praises, some his pitfalls. In some cases facileness is implied, in others, eminence. No matter what or how you call it, Bradley’s youthful obsessions are always engaging, never boring, and totally worth it,' Jon Leon writes about the artist's lastest show at Team, if we were immortal.