I first encountered the zine Lobotomy when I was a teenager in Tampa, Florida. Poking out of a stack of papers labeled "Posters and shit $1," Lobotomy appealed to me for its tagline, "The Brainless Magazine." Even then — maybe especially then — I was a dork who enjoyed a good play on words. Dave Vanian starred back at me from the cover, and I knew I had to take it home. What I loved about Lobotomy, Greedy Bastard, Black Market, and other zines were the stories. Sometimes told as features, but more often times having been interwoven within album [...]