Terry Plumming, published in Chicago, contains graphic work of a more "my roommate just gave me a whole ton of meth and now I think the walls are made of armpits" style. The jaggy drawings and contorted slogans that pack each page compliment the accompanying CD. Quite often a Terry Plumming CD makes me feel as if I'm hosting a seance through an AM radio and channeling the best of the noise tape-trading scene. Vital to the hope of any futher human mutation.
CDR included, abstract borrowed from Lumpen