I found the manuscript for the Kindling zine in a box under my house this week. Lovingly typed on my Olivetti, cut, pasted and xeroxed into 60 A5 copies. Published in 1996 as I recall.
It featured an unduly lengthy discourse with Danny Butt (Crabstick, Flies Inside the Sun etc), some incredibly embarrassing interview questions, and some other flotsam, including a failed attempt at a Brisbane mail-order service.
I've included below a few excerpts that made me smile as I thumbed through the silverfished sheets. Plagal Grind, Verlaines and Small World Experience worship. Bless my 24 year old self!