Peer Fear

Rip It Up, Issue 217, 1 September 1995, Page 11

Peer Fear

I really like reading the RIU letters page each month, because it is so very funny hearing from all these amoeba firing insults at someone from the previous month. ‘Silverchair are dumb, I hate them,’ says one. ‘Fuck you, you fuckin’ bloody cunt, Silverchair are cool!,’ screams another. ‘I fuckin’ well hate Pearl Jam! Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ etc., spews someone else. Where will it all end? (Don’t answer that.) I sincerely do hope old Merley Girly-Friend-of-Fuckhead-Homeboys speaks her all too stupid mind in the near future, so I can have a jolly big ol’ chuckle at all the letters every man and his goat will write back denouncing her. I think the thing all us weirdos, punks and freaks (this does not include all you grunge kiddie, teeny bopper cum stains who loved Boys II Men so much all those weeks ago) have to worry about is the amount of inbred, redneck rugbyheads and fuckhead, wannabe gangsta homeboys who seem to be writing in to RIU these days. It’s pretty scary. Harry the Bastard, Manawatu. PS: Somebody persuade Lauren of Hawkes Bay that suicide is cool. It would work, as she has swallowed Silverchair.

PPS: Isn’t The Trip compilation a big piece of corporate toilet scum?

PPPS: Kurt Cobain is alive and well and lives in the Manawatu! Really truly!