This has pretty much scraped a 3 star rating from me, rounding up from 2.5. It's obviously a publication designed to be in-your-face and confronting, although that's a hard character to live up to when it's taken out of its contemporary context. From the perspective of me, reading today... I can admire the conviction and still think the execution is ridiculously over-the-top. (It really is hard to take seriously something that starts with a manifesto. I'm sorry, but it is. "We set Humour at Humour's throat. Stir up Civil War among peaceful apes." Can you really blame me?)

Now in fairness, that over-the-topness is actually entertaining in most of the art and articles herein, in an I-can't-believe-I'm-reading-this-weird-shit way. In others, however, it goes so far into some sort of floral, faux-academic theorising (about vortices, no less) that my bullshit button is well and truly banged on. Basically, it's a quirky, deadly earnest little explosion of thought on Art (the capitalisation is deliberate) that manages to make sense as much as half the time. I imagine it might improve if you read it while high.