Long before they conquered Kiev, the lads at BOSS were more concerned with dissecting trainee fashion and the fine art of going ‘Thee ASDA’.
Before there was Jamie Webster and world tours, wild nights in the Baltic Triangle and sold-out super shows on the city’s waterfront, there was BOSS Magazine.
On the surface it was a black-and-white mini-bible of footy, fashion and music.
But to delve within was to see all aspects of Liverpool life laid bare.
The magazine’s immaculate cover art, celebrating the city, contrasted effortlessly with its raw content, packed full of put-downs and parodies.