There's a new contributor to the rock pages this week - James Barry - that's his drawing below. It's not his caption however: now we need someone with an extraordinary sense of humour to work with James so we can make his drawings a regular feature. And maybe some of you can draw as well, or review records and concerts (we can supply the records and the tickets). Even interviews and articles relating to the rock scene. Anything.

Now that the editor for 1975 has been appointed we can begin making plans for the rock pages. For example, if you don't agree with a review you've read in these pages then write in and say so. Or review it yourself. I'd like to see a number of people reviewing the same album.

I'd like to see a number of people - period. At the moment it's down to about six of us, all hardened into our separate and narrow visions. So whatever you bring in will be a necessary and welcome relief. (One caution: make sure your contributions are double-spaced on one side of the paper only - and if your printing's not up to much, then type it.)

Brian King, Salient office

Rock Out: Pegasus

It could be that the potential of a review is only realised when the act being reviewed is really bad. Then a review can be a kick in the ass: a warning to audiences that they should beware, and advice to the artists to tighten up - and a way to avenge.

'Four acts performed last Saturday in the Union Hall: Redeye, Shona Laing and Steve Voss, Pegasus, and Country Fliers. It looked interesting on the posters. In fact, all interest ceased after Redeye played their last song. And by the time Shona Laing had finished, even fascination had ended. We badly needed some rock and roll at this point: something to convince us that this was in fact Saturday night. We got instead three guys with a lisp called Pegasus.

Pegasus might be formidable at Training College and Polytechnic quadrant sessions, but at Victoria we need poor Neil Young/CSNY/America copyists like we need a tower on the Hunter lawn. It was a painful experience, boys and you all should be arrested for sexually assaulting the integrity of music.

'So, somehow we had been duped into attending a talent quest and Country Fliers were to be last entry. Cursing, I woke Bronwen and we walked out leaving behind my fold-up umbrella and a hall full of refugees.'