God Bless Miss Black America

It's very rare that bands come along like Miss Black America. Bands with intelligence, honesty, integrity, something to say and yes tunes. Bands who walk it like they talk it. And who want to change the world. For the past 2 years Miss Black America have been one of R*E*P*E*A*T's guiding lights, to prove that you can combine a bit of brain power with exciting gigs and top records. And now they are no more, destroyed by the trendy London based media scene mongers who regard what we saw as the band's strengths as unfashionable weaknesses. The world is thus a poorer place.

To mourn in our own way the passing of Miss Black America, R*E*P*E*A*T is offering a fully signed copy of their debut "The Adrenaline Junkie Class A Mentalist ep" to one lucky reader. This CD, released on R*E*P*E*A*T Records, has long since sold out and has reportedly been changing hands for around £50. And you can win it for free (bet you'd rather have the band back though).

All you have to do is answer this simple question by December 5th

"Which part of Seymour's Glass's anatomy did he lose in an industrial accident?"

Mail your answers to rosey@repeatfanzine, the winning entry will be drawn from a bowl of Bury sugar.

And here's Holly who speaks more eloquently than I can about how recent events have left her feeling:

Yeah... I still can't think in terms of MBA not existing any more. Part of me's still looking forward to their next tour. I mean... they were my EVERYTHING for a while, and the reason for my discovering a lot of things which have since become a part of my everything. Never mind the rug - I feel like someone pulled the entire floor out from under me. It's like somebody died. And then everything just carries on, you know? Something as stunning as that has just gone, and there should have been something, some sort of explosion, the world should have respected how important the existence of MBA was. But... it's like a tidal wave that didn't leave a high-tide mark.
And I feel like just going and crying in a corner somewhere, but the world doesn't allow you to mourn for bands that aren't any more or for all the tunes that never were or that have disappeared... I only heard 'Landmark' once. Helium was the first lyric that ever made me cry, and it'll never be recorded. And just... It wasn't meant to be like this.

Holl(i)y xxxx