CREEM HANGS THE OTHER ROCK MAGS OUT TO DRY!

Rock magazines—don’t ya just love ’em? I mean, where else can you read about punishable food at the US Fest, or Brian Wilson’s latest rude institutionalization? Yes indeedy, I l-u-v rock mags.

Sure I do. Right up there with burl walnut and tank farms. When you get right down to it, what good are they? Can they help you decide if your complexion is extinct yet? Lead you into a high-paying career as a tree surgeon’s hygienist?