sweet effay

I’ve been clambering about in the loft doing a spot of rewiring. This would take a lot less time if I didn’t keep getting the urge to sit down and read through some of the stuff I’ve got stashed up there. I’m on a big Moorcock kick at the minute, so I thought I’d share this with y’all:



I’ve always liked Mal Dean’s illustrations for Jerry Cornelius, but this is my favourite. I first saw it flashed up for a couple of seconds on some documentary on Moorcock on BBC2 and knew that I had to get hold of a copy. It’s the June 1969 issue containing such gems as part of the serialisation of ‘A Cure for Cancer’ and Ballard reviewing a sex manual. Not that it matters what’s on the inside; it’s the cover that counts. I particularly like the angry mob with scythes and pitchforks behind Jerry.

Being a gibbering ob com, I am slightly uneasy that the guitar improbably slung on Jerry’s right shoulder is not a Rickenbacker as it should be, but it’s such a great illustration that I think we can forgive Mal this little oversight.