Glasgow Zine Fest, Toilet Graffiti and Bloopy Folk Techno
Last weekend saw the Glasgow Zine Festival. This served as a launch party for HARRY EATS ASS, a zine of toilet graffiti compiled by myself and Hels Bowie. Our stall - part of the festival’s Communal Table area - was situated between Edinburgh-based collective G*ndershit and Tokyo’s Neon Book Club, both of which are very much worth your attention.
Me and Hels placed toilet roll on our table as a sort of mini-cubical, where attendees added their own latrinalia.
We also used tissue paper to improvise zines, mine in black and Hels’ in blue:
The evening concluded with an amazing performance by R.aggs, who you can listen to here, merging bloopy techno songwriting (and you know I love bloopy techno) with fiddle and electric guitar.
It occurred to me, about halfway through R.aggs’ set, that books are associated with solitude but zines, if removed from the context of community, make zero sense. I mentioned this to Hels, who began to respond before we both realised the music was too loud.
They danced off to vape. I drank Irn Bru because the bar ran out of non-alcoholic beer.