April 1st, 2012
Don’t worry, despite the title, this isn’t an attempt to take on the SILENCE! boys at their own game – if I was trying to do that I would have sabotaged Gary Lactus’ spaceship while he was up visiting me in Scorchland, then suggested myself as a replacement for the podcast while “comforting” The Beast Must Die. What’s the point in playing if you’re not playing to win, right?
Talking Comics is an attempt to reanimate that stinkiest of walking corpses, the comics review post. Now I could have called in Mister Attack aka The Eurythmic King of Nowhere aka The Boy Fae the Heed aka Flippant She-Creature like I have the last couple of times in the hopes of making these grizzly bones dance, but I decided to place my faith in technology.
So: rather than writing reviews of last week’s comics the old fashioned way, with fists, I decided to speak my brains into twitter via my smart phone and see what happened. Unfortunately, since I’m a Scottish, and since the Scottish are natural enemies of voice recognition technology, the results are a little scrambled:
Daredevil #10, by Mark Waid, Paolo Rivera, Joe Rivera, Javier Rodriguez and Joe Carmagna.
See, told ya!
Mindless pro-tip: if you hover over these pictures, semi-lucid thoughts will appear!
The Bulletproof Coffin: Disinterred #3, by Shaky Kane and David Hine.
Spaceman #5, by Brian Azzarello, Eduardo Risso and a bunch of guys so tough they don’t have first names, apparently.
Crossed: Badlands #2, by Garth Ennis, Jacen Burrows and Digicore Studios.
Deadpool Max II #5, by David Lapham, Lee Loughridge, Clayton Cowles. Cover by Kyle Baker.
Justice League Dark Nowhere #7
2000AD Prog #1776, by John Wagner, Henry Flint, Pat Mills, James McKay, Al Ewing, Brendan McCarthy, Ellie De Ville, Chirs Blythe, Annie Parkhouse, Alec Worley, Jon Davis-Hunt, Simon Bowland, Robbie Morrison, John Burns, and Annie Parkhouse. Cover by Chris Weston.
When Bobsy wrote about prog #1775 #1ZZ5 the other week, he couldn’t remember Age of the Wolf II well enough to write about it and only gave Nicolai Dante half a bar. Turns out that his judgement was exactly right, because when the time came for me to talk about these comics I decided that I didn’t want to bore my phone by talking about them. There were beards in one and tits in the other, I dunno…
Anyway, that’s enough of that for now. I’m about to head off on the road with Jem and the Holograms – they’re recording new material, and Jem hopes that this reunion will be “a little less Pixies, a little more Take That”. The whole experience has been pretty weird for me so far – I’ve started seeing Jem, and I’m not sure if that means I’m cheating on my girlfriend, since I’m pretty sure she actually is Jem, which… see, I could be on SILENCE!, honest!
More of this, in the future, unless my phone rebels by learning to decipher my soft Glaswegian tones…