Cullen Gallagher interviews Paul D. Brazill

Long ago, I interview one of my favorite noir writers, Paul D. Brazill, about his then-recent novella, Kill Me Quick! Whether it was fate, circumstance, or just laziness, Pulp Serenade sort of faded away and I shamefully did not publish the interview. Now, years later, I’m trying to make amends. Paul was kind enough to…

Ten Crime Books To Help Cure Your Hangover by Paul D. Brazill

Imagine it’s a gloomy Monday morning. Outside your window, dark malignant clouds fill the sky. The residue of the weekend’s fun and frolics is draining away like dishwater down a plug hole. And work – the ultimate four letter word- is hanging over you like a hawk ready to strike its prey. You want to…

What The Hell Is Brit Grit ? by Paul D. Brazill

America may well be the official home of pulp and noir but the United Kingdom, long perceived as the land of tame Dame Agatha style cozies and stuck-up, Latin quoting police detectives, also has a grubby underbelly which has produced plenty of gritty crime writing. And there is a new wave of Brit Grit writers…

Supernatural Noir Playlist by Paul D. Brazill

Supernatural Noir is collection of my short stories that I consider to be both supernatural and, er, noir. And of course, there’s music all over the place! Drunk On The Moon by Tom Waits It started with a song. Tom Waits’ Drunk On The Moon, to be precise. A neon soaked torch song with more than…

A Moment Worth Waiting For by Kevin Pearce.

Kevin Pearce’s brilliant music memoir A Moment Worth Waiting For opens with the release of Vic Godard’s What’s The Matter Boy? LP in 1980. Pearce tells the story of how Everything But The Girl’s Ben Watt and Tracey Thorne first bonded over the record, with Ben later lending her his John Martyn records and Tracey…

What can be more noir than February? – #Fahrenbruary by Aidan Thorn

If you’re a reader of these pages I imagine you like your entertainment dripping in noir and with the spirit of punk running right through its core. So, I probably don’t need to introduce you to Fahrenheit Press and its hard-boiled and experimental imprint, Fahrenheit 13. But you may not be aware of the levels…

Drabble: Swamplands by Paul D. Brazill

Elvis awoke in a cold, dank sweat, hungover from bourbon and bad dreams. The nightmares had consisted of him being hunted through a swamp by the murderous spectre of Jesse, his stillborn twin. His pounding heartbeat seemed to echo through the mansion. He stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on his face and looked…

A New Punk Noir Interview

I recently had an ‘Off The Cuff’ chat about Punk Noir Magazine with crime fiction author Dietrich Kalteis.  ‘Dietrich: What is punk noir exactly? PDB: Both punk and noir are words that have been so overused and misused that they pretty much mean nothing now. They’re random adjectives that are regularly added in a scattershot way,…

HOME ALONE BY PAUL D. BRAZILL

A guilty pleasure is an oxymoron, of course, since no true pleasure should make you feel guilty, but we all have enough skeletons in our closet to make a palaeontologist envious. And I’m rattling mine now. Make no bones about it – bones/skeletons, see what I did then?- the first two Home Alone films are…

Fiction: Carcass by Paul D. Brazill

Ava drove her battered, old Ford Escort to the edge of the forest and parked beneath a pine tree. As she sat and watched the autumn rain batter the windscreen, she listened to the Siouxsie and The Banshees CD that Martin had given her for her birthday. It was a copy of a bootleg LP…