Revenge is bittersweet for failed musician Benny Gower.
Gower murders Birmingham drug-dealer Harry Weir and goes on the run.
Retired enforcer Wynn McDonald is reluctantly sent to track down Gower.
What ensues is a lethal cocktail of hardboiled crime fiction as well as a touching study of regret and disappointment. The action is brutal, the characters are vividly drawn, the pacing is gripping.
Aidan Thorn’s When The Music’s Over is a powerful slice of Brit Grit crime fiction that is highly recommended.
Okey dokey, it’s going to be a hot time on the old publishing front over the next year or so.
Caffeine Nights Publishing will be putting out Cold London Blues, a follow up to Guns Of Brixton. As GOB was tied together by Clash songs, CLB uses Vic Godard and Subway Sect songs.
All Due Respect Books will publish the short story collection The Last Laugh, and Other Shots of Noir, which is a sharp, violent and blackly comic look at life through a shot glass darkly.
Number Thirteen Press will publish Kill Me Quick! This is a seaside noir. Think Charlie Bubbles meets Get Carter.
Like the bloke in Billy Liar said, ‘It’s all happening!’
B. R. Stateham‘s Smitty is back at PULP METAL MAGAZINE.
‘ We walked out of the neon glare of the hospital’s front door and sank into the gloom of the hot still night like unwanted nightmares. Neither of us felt like talking. Behind us, in Intensive Care Unit, was a friend of ours struggling to find the strength for his next breath. Adizzying array of tubes and electronic devices were plugged into his body. Bright screens for monitors filled the soft light of his hospital room with the note of every breath, every heartbeat, every electronic pulse zapping through his cranium. Except the screen for the brain scan was flat lined.
Two bullets in the chest did that to you. Turned you into a zombie. A zombie kept alive by machines.
As far as the doctors would say . . . which they wouldn’t, but you could see it in their eyes . . . Patrolman Darnell Goodland was gone. The odds of pulling out of this one, after all the blood loss, wasn’t looking good. He was alive . . . yes.’
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