From out of the past, praise from Tag Savage. It's a ways down on the page, but if you do a "Find" for "Squelch" or "Kenny" that will do it. Or see the excerpt here.
The Heuristic Squelch has become quite good. I would say that its due to the stick-to-itiveness of its senior members, but similar tenures have not helped out Satellite very much.
It's not just that the subject matter has grown more, ah, mature either. Some of their best work has been their nastiest.
No, I think what I like is the quiet craft its writers have gone about developing. Rather than steadily blow each joke over the top, as was the routine for years, they have learned the slow burn, the gentle kick, the sudden gouge. Kenny Byerly, in particular, has become not just a master of form but one of its keenest innovators as well. The topics he deals in are deceptively benign. Maybe he's straight-edge or something. But he is funny like I am smart: in excitingly stupid ways.
But yes, I was postively mystified by the "RAD Trip" piece. Unfounded, untopical, unfocused, utterly knockabout. Thrilling.
Then there is Steven Handley, punk rocker, sweet-mouthed bastard. He is not prolific, but he is fine.
Now I am imagining parallels, deep tragic parallels. Handley and Gabriel C. Kevin Deenihan and Amit. What is your milieu? It does not matter. We all do what we do, whatever it happenes to be. Some of us switch up every so often.
There are the craftsmen, those who obsess over aesthetic niggles and whose work is formally unassailable. There are the punks, seething and radical, innovating at all costs. The punks, more than anything, learn too easily and get bored. There are the ... ah ... what are they called? The fluster kids whose material aches with desire, who sexual and social dysfunction is at once obfuscated and amplified by their conflicted work.
At last, I know that "RAD Trip," a personal favorite and popular failure, found its audience, and that audience is a pretentious hipster. So be it. So much the better, in fact, since it means that his flowery prose will fellate my ego more skillfully than that of a layman.
It may be a good thing that I never saw this while I was still writing for the Squelch.