TUESDAY 13 JULY 2004


'Even if this type of bra make your breast low, no concern of mine'. A revolutionary approach to underwear design, from the same godlike genius that brought us the hanty.

Further proof that boys just can't get enough of counting things: good old Rob from cockeyed.com has worked out that there are 600,426,974,379,824,381,952 possible ways to spell Viagra! Better clear your diary for the next year or so - s'gonna take a while to adjust those spam filters.

As well as counting, another thing that men are really good at is: collecting things! For no reason whatsoever, this lovely man has decided to collect second-hand pictures (not rude ones!!!!) of women and dogs. That's it. Thrifted pictures of women and dogs, together, in the same photo. Thousands of them. That's so perfectly retarded that it makes me want to do a little cry.

Think you're having a bad day? At least you're not the Winnebago Man! (requires Quicktime). Thank god no one taught him how to say 'cunt'...

And finally...Anime fan in 'has sex' shocker! Don't tell all the Jap-obsessed indie boys: they'll only get jealous.


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MONDAY 12 JULY 2004

Worried about the safety of your iPod when wandering round scary, rough, dodgy areas like, say, my manor Hackney (seen here through the eyes of a fellow blogger who says 'Unfortunate enough to live in Hackney, I console myself by appreciating the nutcases I meet every day')? Why not chazz an old Walkman and make yourself a Retropod? The subtle way to let people know you're Jonathan Io's greatest fan while keeping those pesky muggers at bay!

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FRI
DAY 09 JULY 2004

It's time for Blaire to get married!
Blaire is a 'confident, creative, spiritual independent woman' who you might think 'doesn't need any help' (apart from help from the contrast tool in Photoshop, but then, who doesn't?) getting married. Hm. Can't quite decide how to take this one. Is she:

a) A go-getting fem chasing a goal and therefore something to be celebrated, as everything a woman does now empowers women, even really crappy things

b) A lame desperate man-chaser attempting to buy into boring old played-out tradition

c ) A savvy marketing genius who's just turned herself into another self-styled web celeb, thereby driving up traffic on her career-related websites which are cannily linked to from the homepage of her site (she coaches singles on improving their self-esteem and is an event planner for people getting married)?

Place your bets now!

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THURSDAY 01 JULY 2004


Bristol-based hip-hop fanzine DUTTY GIRL and long-time AMP contributer Lady Lucy's Independent Heroine feminist arts imprint join together for a Hip-Hop Herstory residency on Radio Dialect. The first show discussed 'the foremothers of hip-hop', and over the next three weeks they'll be exploring female hip-hop pioneers from Roxanne Shante and Ran Digga to Li'l Kim and The RealRoxanne. Tuesday nights, radiodialect.net, 7-8pm. AMP mininzine says: check it out!





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MONDAY 28 JUNE 2004

Here's what I want you to do.

1) Go to Electrobleep.com
2) Select artist: 'Avenue D'
3) Playlist all their tracks
4) Read this live review of them (also appears in Plan B magazine)



So. Are you sitting comfortably? Avenue D - Debbie and Daphne - are two of the rudest, sluttiest girls I think I've ever heard. Beyond proud to be 'freaky bitches', they'd send most indie boys running to the other side of the room in an instant, their hands between their thighs to protect their indie tweezer dicks. Sample lyrics:

Fuck me hard / pull my hair / grab my neck / fill me up with cum and sweat/
I don't give a shit / come on my tits / make me twitch / I'm a dirty bitch
Bend over / shut your eyes / grit your teeth / spread your thighs
Beat me beat me beat me up / in your rusty pick-up truck
Throw me down / treat me rough / don't come till I've had enough


Talk about topping from the bottom. It's like the chicks from Max Hardcore films or throatpokers.com given voice to a soundtrack of booty bass and commodore 64 beats. Look forward to a big phat feature interview with them in a future issue of Plan B, in which we discuss masochism, indie boys, wimpsters, feminism (second wave, third wave, 'ecriture feminine', whatever), plus internet porn, face-slapping, asphyxia, the uses of the SID chip, and the best ways to meet dirty boys rough enough to meet their exacting demands. Of course, this interview hasn't happened yet, but I am going to make it happen, and I can hardly wait.

Avenue D website (buy me a pair of booty shorts!)
Plan B website (buy yo'self a copy of the magazine!)
Electrobleep.com (irritate other listeners by playing the same four tracks again and again!)


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MONDAY 14 JUNE 2004

Right sluts - fAsHiOn cOrNeR tImE! Jew-lo pants, what would Barbara Streisland do t-shirts - yup, it's Jewish chic! Time to bust out the Jew-fro and challah tee, dress the dog in a doggy yarmulke and tallis and crank the 50 Shekel up to 11...

Or, alternatively, fuck fashion! If you are doing a sad because Cheap Date's International Fashion Strike got can
celled, never mind. You can protest against built-in obsolescence and the eternal cycle of continuing co-option (translation: what wankers fashion ppl are) in a more subversive and artistic way by joining The Grey Sweatsuit Revolution! Hark:

"The battle against fashion needs to be fought differently. We cannot simply dress weirder than the mainstream in an attempt to dull our sense of complicity with western consumer society. Dissent through conscious differentiation simply feeds the fashion system by providing it with fresh expression to appropriate."

Their solution? Hipsters dress in grey sweatsuits for, like, ever, the mainstream fashion world has nothing to co-opt, and fashion DIES! Hah! Plus, people stop wasting time using silly old clothes as a form of expression, and have to start doing something useful with their time, like making art, or music, or campaigning against landmines in Somalia or whatever. It'll never catch on.


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image of joel gibb by viviane sassen, as seen in butt magazine And now, wandering over to iNdIE mUsIc LAnD... some of our favourite things are beautiful music, beautiful gayboys, and A5 pink magazines. See them all combined into one glorious whole as perennial AMP fave fagmag BUTT interviews Joel Gibb from the Hidden Cameras. In case you ain't heard of them, and I'm sure you have, the Hidden Cameras are this fabulous indie-pop guitary choral churchy folky harmony-drenched bunch of hardcore gayers that sing about piss sex and enemas and banning marriage for homos and being in and out of love, and you should totally go and buy all their records right this second, unless you are dead on the inside or something, in which case stick to Evanescence.

But then: why listen to the whole of glorious pop songs when you can just listen to the coolest song parts? And then, why not make a list of the fifty coolest song parts in the entire world? And then, why not completely fuck it up by suggesting that the coolest song part in the entire world is THE BIT WHEN THE DRUMS FINALLY KICK IN IN PHIL COLLINS'S IN THE AIR TONIGHT? Hello? If this is irony, someone should forward them the irony-is-dead memo that the rest of the world got a couple years back. And if this isn't irony, someone should just kill me - or them - now. I don't really mind which, just as long as it's soon.


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Doesn't it suck when someone does a magazine you've been meaning to do for ages but were just too lame to get your shit together and actually do? No, because at least said magazine actually exists, and god it looks good.






Check out Sweet Action Magazine, which features skinny-ass dirty-hott hipster boys in their pants, and, errr, that's about it. Hurrah! It's independent magazines like this which make you think maybe the world's not such a shit place after all, and you realise that, though we've got a long way to go, baby (equal pay for equal work would be a nice place to start, for example) things sho' nuff are changing for the better for us ladies.


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HEY L@@K - Christian anime! Therefore, with no tentacle rape, eyeballs being ripped out and placed in vaginas, or 12-year-old schoolgirls with cat ears and melon-breasts getting raped by their own brothers! Which sucks! It's like... low-fat ice-cream or something! It's like: why? Christians should just accept that there are some things they're just *not* allowed to co-opt. I mean, they get to have everlasting life and to eat the sweet flesh of Jesus every single Sunday night - why should they get anime too? That just ain't on.


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