
Those huge-haired, lipstick-loving glam rockers Steel Panther rode on into the office today, probably on a pony made out of glitter, or something. While the editor’s back was turned, they jumped onto his computer and fucked about with it, so if you find any mistakes in the next issue, it’s all their fault.
If you’re super upset about breaking your new eyeliner, then cheer yourself up by buying their new album here.





























