Responsibility isn’t for animals on drugs and when the sharpened cone emerges, the green twisted wart, the wicked witch; then you go for it big time, open your legs, fuck them, let them fuck your face, become the god and don’t feel bad about it either.' Put a song in your
heart (and a pill your tongue) with these five stories of misery, mirth and mental mayhem from the ground zero of UK grimness. ''Amphetamine Sulphate', a chapbook press that prides itself on the cheap, brutal rush of pure literature. Among the writers of the first collection is Sleaford Mods' Jason Williamson, who's turned his pen to a collection of five stories titled Slabs From Paradise.' Quietus