The Consumer
This weird-press offering is both deliriously repulsive and very well-crafted. It's a collection of short pieces -- sort of like stories, but more like wild fantasies -- that take surrealistic organ distortions, drug-infused hallucinatory sexual nightmares and grotesque organic urban-machinery delusions, to whole new levels of "Whoa! Can't believe I'm actually eating lunch while reading this." Reminiscent ofJ. G. Ballardin hisCrash/Atrocity Exhibitionphase, or elseJ. K. Huysmanson an ether binge in Los Angeles.