The Green Goblins. I daresay, the name has been passed around, and they’ve been popping up here and there on our mighty radar. But so far, liquor-crazed, fake pagan, and often medievally-tainted fun rockers have had a hard time here on the zine. They often get off to a good start, but then they sail right over the curvature of the beer barrel, and crash violently into the rushes to disappear in that particular meaningless mush. Put differently, after a while, the relentless retelling of the same corny dad jokes, leaky clichés of all flavors, and too much repetition … [...] Click to raid more!
