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Until February 25th, we’re making James Well’s grimy tale of sex, drugs, rock ‘n’ roll and STDs available via Smashwords for a bargain-basement $0.99! It’s available in most ebook formats. Simply follow this link to the book – https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/87484 – enter the voucher code XG63P to get your copy at this discount price (normal price $2.99).

Go on, you know you want to!

 

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Cutting-edge cult underground publisher Clinicality Press have redoubled their attempts to assault the world’s literary frontiers by publishing a selection of titles as Amazon Kindle editions. Beginning with the twin blast of their latest title, ‘Hack’ by first-time author James Wells, coupled with Bill Thunder’s brutal pulp novel ‘The Bastardizer.’

About ‘Hack’:

Rob Price is a music journalist. He’s a hard-drinking hack who’s frustrated, skint and cynical, and he’s drowning in a pile of CDs to review that he simply doesn’t have the time to listen to. He’s not only got money issues, but girlfriend issues, flatmate issues, personal hygiene issues and a rampant libido he’s incapable of keeping in check after a few pints.

‘Hack’ follows Rob round endless seedy dive venues as he finds himself at odds with the people he meets in an industry teeming with hangers on, wannabes, maybes and no-hopers, as he sneers, snorts, tokes and spews his way through a succession of sordid encounters and dangerous liaisons in his quest for that ‘big’ story.

A graphic and darkly comic tale of misanthropy, music and misadventure, ‘Hack’ makes Lester Bangs seem positively straight edge in comparison to Price. This book is to music journalism what John Niven’s ‘Kill Your Friends’ is to A&R – only grimier, slimier and grittier. While some writers go for the jugular, James Wells just goes straight for the jugs.

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Meanwhile, ‘The Bastardizer’ takes detective genre fiction on a journey straight to hell, as PI Bill Thunder ducks, dives, kicks and punches his way through the sordid underworld of Internet pornography in his quest to find a missing man.

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With more titles to follow before the end of the year, Clinicality Press look set to leave their mark – a bloodied stain – on 2011.

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It’s been  a long time in coming: too long. We’ve had editorial issues, copyright issues, financial issues, design issues, you name it, we’ve had an issue with it on the road to bringing our latest publication to the world, but finally, Hack by James Wells is finally available.

Right now, we’re testing the e-book route. Part of the reason’s financial, but dwelling at the cutting edge of zero-budget publishing, we’re also looking to see how far we can take it without a physical format – although traditionalists shouldn’t worry, as there will be a print edition in due course.

So, about Hack….

…the long…

Rob Price is a music journalist. He’s a hard-drinking hack who’s frustrated, skint and cynical, and he’s drowning in a pile of CDs to review that he simply doesn’t have the time to listen to. He’s not only got money issues, but girlfriend issues, flatmate issues, personal hygiene issues and a rampant libido he’s incapable of keeping in check after a few pints.

Hack follows Rob round endless seedy dive venues as he finds himself at odds with the people he meets in an industry teeming with hangers on, wannabes, maybes and no-hopers, as he sneers, snorts, tokes and spews his way through a succession of sordid encounters and dangerous liaisons in his quest for that ‘big’ story.

A graphic and darkly comic tale of misanthropy, music and misadventure, Hack is the ultimate novel of sex ‘n’ drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll that makes Lester Bangs seem positively straight edge in comparison to Price. This book is to music journalism what John Niven’s Kill Your Friends is to A&R – only grimier, slimier and grittier. While some writers go for the jugular, James Wells just goes straight for the jugs.

…and the short…

Hack is the story of hard-drinking, drug-imbibing, sex-crazed, misanthropic music journalist Rob Price as he follows bands round the diviest venues on his quest to break the next big thing. But Rob is a man with problems. Girl problems, money problems, housemate problems, hygiene problems… a sordid and seedy tale of debauchery, Hack is the ultimate novel of sex ‘n’ drugs ‘n’ rock ‘n’ roll.

Hack is available now priced $2.99 via Smashwords.

 

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Song

I pried the wooden boards away from the door, fumbling with my old set of keys to the pub. Wiping liquor sweat from my brow, I checked the dark streets. Empty. I picked up the two cans of gasoline and marched in.
As soon as I was through the door I could hear them, their many voices whispering in the shadows. I had almost missed them. My hands shook as I took a swig from the whiskey bottle in my pocket.
I slid past the stacked tables and chairs and stopped at the dust coated bar. I traced my hand in the surface dirt and remembered the many times I’d be pulling a pint at the bar and frozen, trying to hear the words, straining to decipher their song.
Once I was captured by their song, only my wife and daughter could break me out of my trance, with their screaming and fists. I would come to, and see the beer pouring over my hand onto the floor and a room full of eyes staring at me.
I unscrewed the stoppers from the gasoline cans. Their voices were rising, trying to snare me. I could feel their panic distorting their singing and I smiled. They knew I had come to silence them, for taking everything I loved away from me. To make them pay.
I poured the petrol around my feet. Their voices harmonised, growing louder. Their song was attacking me now, creating waves of hurt and nausea to stop me. The gasoline cans clattered to the floor.
My body began to shake with pain as I struck a match. Their shrieks cut through me with a terrible beauty. My hands automatically moved up to my ears to block out the song, which was useless, as the glorious noise was inside my head. Even now, as the taste of blood stung my mouth, I still wanted to know what they were singing.
I cried out as their din overpowered me, forcing me to my knees. I prayed that it would end, that their sublime screams would finally tear me apart.
Then, it became clear.
As the match fell from my hand, my mind was filled not with words, but images. Birth, love, pain, family, war, sex, grief, murder, end, joy.
I felt nothing as the flames engulfed my body. I was lost in their song.

 

About the Author

Michael Hann recently published a zine called I’m Afraid of Everyone, an edgy and dark collection of short stories. He regularly writes gig and album reviews and interviews for NARC, and one of his short stories will be featured in the literary magazine Kerouac’s Dog in January 2011. He is currently working on my first novel, whilst gathering and producing the content for vol. 2 of I’m Afraid…

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