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Release Date: 24/05/2024Visit product page →
I WILL FILL MY BELOVED MEXICO WITH BETTER DISFIGURED GHOSTS
David Kuhnlein writes like he’s casting a spell. Bloodletter is entrancingly evil, every sentence a revelation and a curse: “How much can you care for someone if you can’t afford to dress them in a body bag? ”
A grotesque world unfurls from his searing prose: “Ghosts reveal their measurements in smoke, different shades, more rings in the middle if they died long ago. Satan can’t keep up.” Blood sacrifices have never been so beautiful. -- Danielle Chelosky
"Half our clothes are on the floor. The other half hang from the ceiling. Labyrinthine flesh-piles make a staircase. Polishing the soot off a breast with my sleeve, I dance horizontally. The band regurgitates into their instruments to slow the tempo, blowing catchy bubbles of sick. Sweat snows upward, stagnant when we see ourselves pooled within it, mosquitoes in a tin can. Vestigial, amoebic replications, abominable degenerations of the ape, totems fucked through stained glass. I toast the trash.
Out of mounds, shaved together into a consciousness, a golden star excretes, floating toward me in a mist, apples singed in her teenaged hair, waist the width of a cigarette. I’m going to bugger her so hard they’ll have to put a serial number on the headstone. “If I’m to your taste, mister, this might spell the end for you.” What more could I ask of a woman?
A heart condition of a child, torqued to breed too soon. I offer dialectic fugues, 77 press her forehead, cast a sigil tuned to the cacophony around us. Swaying, she enters a canyon trance, plummeting under magma.
Beautiful funerals for all my friends. Remember me as an itch."
With cover design, illustrations and Art Cards by Steven Purtill (Human Rights, Coyote, Small Talk at the Clinic etc.) -
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Introducing AS Horror
With cover design, illustrations and Art Cards by Steven Purtill (Human Rights, Small Talk at the Clinic etc.).“Bodies are weird. I think that’s why I’ve always been so drawn to them. Watching them, that is. You could call it a curiosity but I get how it looks. My eyes are always drawn to skin and the way you can see the calcified pistons and joints bend and protrude, testing the limits of the soft nets protecting them. I see the jocks stretching in their muscle shirts and think about how their shoulder blades look like vultures’ wings trying to tear free.”
In my imagination I’ve killed myself a thousand times. Others, too. Max Restaino’s Coyote is a drawn out dissociative episode, a lucid nightmare of disemboweled animals, nosebleeds, vomit, tapeworms, soundtracked to System of a Down. Kids play video games, trespass into abandoned homes, chat in the school cafeteria, but the universe disintegrates slowly, leeches crawling underneath skin, every moment pierced by a knife. Coyote is raw, enveloping violence. -- Danielle Chelosky -
“I’m so close to falling apart. Fuck it. Who isn’t?”Visit product page →
Thomas Moore’s latest novel Your Dreams, the follow-up to 2021’s devastating Forever, is a visceral yet contained inquiry into the endless need to be understood.
Eavesdropping on a debate about cancelled bands, listening to a close friend’s explanation of his disturbing desires, facilitating a conversation about kinks at a party until it goes wrong, Moore’s narrator is less of a character than a witness of desperate disconnection.
Your Dreams, despite its impulse to hide, faces the reader head-on in an intimate unmasking, still grasping for closeness in a world of limits.
“Simple words. Deep emotions … beyond prose to another plane. Openness that pours through you.” Jack Skelley, The Los Angeles Review of Books
“Thomas Moore is one of the best writers the world has in stock.”
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402 pages, hardcover. The Story of Z. A witty and extravagant erotic classic for the 21st Century. Audrey Szasz’s third novel is her most ambitious trip yet.Visit product page →
A 400 page psychic assault course journeying through the delirious present and harrowed hellscapes of futures past.
This truly encyclopaedic outsider vision of ecstasy and, until now, unimaginable horror will surely warp your pretty little mind forever. But you love it really, don’t you. So come on, don’t be late. Take a chance with us. The train is about to leave .…
File under: Sex (deviant). Violence (frequent). Psychology (experimental). Science (fiction). Literature (Radical). Counter (Illumination) -
“It’s a wanker’s hell, a nothing, with everything wrong in it. Civvy Life is a fucking boredom cruise across the dead med. Fuck that.Visit product page →
Responsibility isn’t for animals on drugs and when the sharpened cone emerges, the green twisted wart, the wicked witch; then you go for it big time, open your legs, fuck them, let them fuck your face, become the god and don’t feel bad about it either.”
Put a song in your heart (and a pill your tongue) with these five stories of misery, mirth and mental mayhem from the ground zero of UK grimness. “'Amphetamine Sulphate', a chapbook press that prides itself on the cheap, brutal rush of pure literature.
Among the writers of the first collection is Sleaford Mods' Jason Williamson, who's turned his pen to a collection of five stories titled Slabs From Paradise.” Quietus -
Release Date: 24/03/2023Visit product page →
“A series of shit dominoes forever falling onto each other; the bloodline never stops creating a firm continual history of behavioural mess.”
It’s comedy night on the terminal ward. Jason Williamson returns with thirteen all-new short stories from a grim and desperate world where everything is either ‘knackered and shit or new and shit.’
Sound familiar? Here you’ll meet roaming loners, twats in fast cars, hard men telling porkies, strong women who know the score, various music maniacs and sex-addled, whizz-infested pub warts galore. But it’s not all abject fucking misery, Williamson’s characters come alive and somehow manage to conjure some happy days from the endless, panicked slog of caged poverty and bad choices.
So settle down for some porn barks, crap nature, terrible housing and dogging hotspots. Life à la fuckin sniff innit.
Jason Williamson is, of course, in the Sleaford Mods
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Visit product page →Isabelle Nicou returns with her fiercely imaginative new novel Stricture.
A dizzying, kaleidoscopic work of filial obligation, literary mentorship and childhood dreams of alien abduction.
"In Harry’s suburban house, cluttered with books and stacks of papers, time was bending in an elliptical orb that never failed to constrain me during the few months broken by vacations and interruptions—several, for Harry was often invited abroad—where I went once a week to, as my famous mentor put it, “assist” him.
"Around 9:30 in the morning, after he had come—often still in pajamas over which he put on a putty-colored raincoat—to look for me at the train station in his white Fiat Panda, after we had a cup of coffee in the kitchen and greeted his wife who was leaving for her job in Paris, in the fifth arrondissement, just a few streets over from my studio, I had to climb the stairs and get started."
Suffused with eroticism and troubling despair, Stricture is the work of a major talent at the very height of her considerable powers.
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Release Date: 29/04/2022Visit product page →
Paperback, 294 pages.
A forensic survey embracing the cinematic delirium of Tobe Hooper. A heady and queer collation of confession, ultraviolence and countless paraphilias. Radical in every way. -
Chapbook, 52 pages. The sequel to ‘Desperation’ (also available from AS). A beautifully evocative hymn to end-times in America. Or maybe a vital new testament to fresh beginnings. Trans gash guru Alexandrine Ogundimu is a prose stylist of the highest order.Visit product page → -
Sold outPaperback, 190 pages. B&W illustrations by Steven Purtill.Visit product page →
An hallucinatory SF novel painted in overloaded electronic prose and absolute poetic mayhem. Imagine William S. Burroughs and the Marquis de Sade contemplating the end of the world from a flophouse on 42nd Street. A bruising love letter to language and lysergic lycanthropy. AS SF is here. -
Hardcover, 214 pages. Signed by the author.Visit product page →
A major novel of perversity and pleasure from a richly exciting new literary talent. Apparently orphaned in a foreign land engulfed by civil war, Tamara finds herself in an isolated and notoriously mismanaged home for abandoned children.
Initially unable to comprehend the local language, she attempts to communicate nonverbally, having seemingly lost the faculty of speech. Unaware of her parents' true whereabouts – or whether in fact they are even alive – Tamara struggles to make herself understood and to survive in this alien environment where chaos reigns and brutality – or sheer indifference – unfortunately appears to be the norm.
A sinister cast of characters duly appears, including the glamorous but corrupt Director, her overbearingly sadistic partner the Doctor, not to mention the Father – a perverse cleric with a penchant for cruelty – amongst other unsavoury and remorseless individuals, all enforcing a strict hierarchy between the adults and the children (and thus the perpetrators and the victims of institutionalised violence).
Meanwhile, a number of different voices or alters jostle for psychic dominance over Tamara's internal narrative; through various temporal shifts, rotations and leaps in chronological perspective our heroine's journey – both geographical and psychological – is described in a disintegrating arc of obscure recollections, fragmented diary entries and increasingly obscene erotic fantasies.
Conversely, these kaleidoscopic projections, delirious daydreams and compulsive diatribes gradually accumulate to articulate a traumatised inner topography that mirrors the devasted and desolate external landscape of a perpetual war zone.... -
Visit product page →Amphetamine Sulphate Science Fiction is here.
Hardback cover with over 600 pages of original SF novellas and stories by Thomas Moore, Audrey Szasz, Christopher Zeischegg, Simon Morris (his final completed novella), Blake Butler, Kenji Siratori, SJXSJC, Alexandrine Ogundimu, David Cotner, Ian Haig and Philip Best, plus Adam Lehrer on Crypto-Transgression in Art and Jarett Kobek interviewed by Grant Maierhofer. With a selected bibliography, 1967-1978.
Limited copies receive Philip Best signed postcard.
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SADNESS ALWAYS FINDS PEOPLE. "I'm writing this instead of killing myself" states the narrator of Forever, Thomas Moore's most compelling novel yet.Visit product page →
A young man travels alone to Paris, to see out his days in painful reflection and sexual abandon until the money inevitably runs out.
By turns hauntingly elegiac and viscerally brutal, Moore charts with forensic precision the topographies of violence and self-harm that flourish within the dehumanised environment of predatory global capitalism.Unflinchingly crafted in exquisite prose, Forever is a vividly political and intensely personal vision of life and language pushed to the very limits.
"We are always told that things should be more, everything should be bigger, better, owned, ownable. Things should be forever even though nothing is."
"Thomas Moore is one of the best writers the world has in stock." - Dennis Cooper
Thomas Moore's previous work include In Their Arms, When People Die, Small Talk at the Clinic (with Steven Purtill), and most recently the novel Alone, also published by Amphetamine Sulphate. -
Visit product page →182 pages, paperback book.
Josh Peterson's third book for AS is his most candid and controversial yet. "I'm writing this from the psychiatric ward of the county hospital. It's an odd place, with low ceilings, on the fourth floor. There are ongoing renovations in-progress, with no scheduled completion in sight. The window at the check-in station is a bursting, shattered web held in place with sheets of Plexiglas, in lieu of repair.
I ask a brunette orderly about it; she says it was done by a patient, but that she feels it's a good representation of the facility, its function, and us patients. My room nears the end of a hallway, with safety windows that cannot be opened and furniture that is too heavy to lift. There is, at least, a private toilet. The heater's metallic buzz drone substitutes my desire for music. The walls look a pallid beige in day and a medical lavender after dark. The fixtures are grey brushed steel.
Soon, my mother will visit, as my stay here wears out its use. I came here of my own accord, and am fortunate enough to have the option of leaving in the same manner tomorrow. Overworked and patronizing doctors don't want me elongating their short hours, anyhow. I've got a publisher wondering why I haven't yet replied to an email, and several assignments to finish. My nails could use a trim, and my stubble is Velcro against my mask. Most of all, I miss my dog. I'm sure the two of them understand. These - these kind souls. In honesty, it felt good to get it off my chest. I told them (almost) everything: the history of abuse, the crimes, the shattered family, the dead friends, the drinking, the drugs. Nobody ever asks about any of the murders. And best of all, a sexy boy smiled at me." -
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Isabelle Nicou is a major French literary writer, dealing in explicit themes and appearing in English translation for the very first time.
"The asphalt was still swaying to the sound of the neume, reverberating off the metal bodies of cars, when, lying on the sidewalk on boulevard de Sébastopol, teeth grinding, I distinctly heard a voice breathe behind me: 'Elizabeth! Elizabeth! Is this how the child leaped in your womb?'"
A claustrophobic novel of poisonous desire. -
Visit product page →122 pages, paperback book.
Isabelle Nicou is a major French literary writer, dealing in explicit themes and appearing in English translation for the very first time.
"The taste of my skin nauseates you, but my breath doesn't disgust you as much as the thought of what people might make of your nausea. Burrowed in the veins that quiver at my temples, I can glimpse the fissure in the one who so skillfully broke me in half. My inhibition is only a veneer; don't cry victory."
An erotic novel of hypnotic abandon. -
52 pages, stapled booklet.Visit product page →
2021 begins for AS with a new writer - and a welcome return to the stapled chapbook format.
"What's a decent price for coke, should he stop doing coke, should he kill himself, had he ever been raped, why did he only want to fuck straight guys, what would happen if he jumped in front of a train, and the ever present question of what the fuck he was doing in New York?" Welcome to NYC!! Welcome to 2021!! 'Considerations of self erasure are impossible if you are never really there.' -
204pp., perfect bound paperback.Visit product page →
FURTHER BACK AND FASTER That day we met was the day MH370 went missing. I think she may be still crushed out over some black metal guy in Norway who uses a wheelchair. I love knowing such odd people but a lot of them seem to die young.
Between 2009 and 2015 here are the people I've known who have gone before their time - ¦ FATE FOR BREAKFAST When Bright Eyes'was number one and Garfunkel was away acting in Bad Timing was when Laurie killed herself. What a cruel fucking universe this is. ERASERHEAD If you love this film, you are a total creep, not right in the head, and I like you.
Originally published in an edition of just 100 copies, Amphetamine Sulphate is proud to bring back to print Consumer Guide, the long-lost first book by Simon Morris. Merging memoir, scabrous cultural reviews and road-tested advice to the lovelorn, this new, expanded edition of Consumer Guide, includes an introduction by Simon's first publisher, John Howard and appendices charting the creation and production of this most idiosyncratic of publishing ventures.
Release Date: 30/10/2020
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