Something frightening lurks in a dark attic of Seattle in the form of a newsprint zine known by the name Hazmat. It’s pages will leave your fingers black and your heart blacker. A homie [who we'll call Harrison] is the appalling proprietor of this punkrock propaganda, and I suggest you do yourself a favor and buy a shirt, find a copy of the zine, and ominously laugh at anyone who insists print media is dead. They even have a blog in case you agree.


Something frightening lurks in a dark attic of Seattle in the form of a newsprint zine known by the name Hazmat. It’s pages will leave your fingers black and your heart blacker. A homie [who we'll call Harrison] is the appalling proprietor of this punkrock propaganda, and I suggest you do yourself a favor and buy a shirt, find a copy of the zine, and ominously laugh at anyone who insists print media is dead. They even have a blog in case you agree.