3 Jul 2016

SUPERKINGS

SUPERKINGS Zine
SUPERKINGS
It might not be fair to use words to describe that which in the form of SUPERKINGS zine makes such an effort to entirely eschew their utility in favour of dot-matrix printed images, cut and pasted photographs, and photocopied screencaps as mcuh as any other creative use of the analogue.

But words it is, unfair as it may be. There is a persistence to Superkings zine, you see, that's like a tattoo and although there a photographs within it, it's no photography portfolio either.

Rather it's the product of distressing found and reproduced images, picturess that are sliced and spliced a million miles away from photoshop, on a brutal planet - somewhere near Dundee - and a place from which there will be no return.

If you consider bodies, broken glass and the oddly ridiculous in collision with the sinister, you've got a partial angle on Superkings.

For the rest, you will have to see for yourself the fuckuppery and folly of its folio. And if you can manage to secure a copy of Superkings, please do make sure you ask its editors if they can include some of their excellent stickers, which are as integral to the production as the sand-blasted cut-ups and cleavages of art they peddle in its pages.

SUPERKINGS zine

SUPERKINGS zine


SUPERKINGS