NOT the best comic got this week – that was the Dahmer one, shit man – but five pages of McCarthy = min five extra pp worth reading, so ten in total twenty-three and a half pee a page, stiff but SOLD!

BUT the second best comic of the week, and it was more like fifteen cash-worthy pages as it turned out, maybe a smidge above that even. Well worth the getting.

Resurrecting this sometime feature then, like the apparently endless reincarnaions of one’s interest in “)))ad itself, to ask the timeless question – Any Cop?

Judge Dredd by Wagner & Flint

Not just any cop, this cop, top cop, king cop, the only cop you’ll ever need – the one they all look up to while we shudder.

Tharg’s droid factory is better stocked than in some time, while consistent runs (outside the star strip) of more than eight-ten issues may be a thing of futures past, there is clearly a wealth of talent to be drawn on, no doubt working hard and invisible until their deadline come around again. The Dredd strip under Wagner is reliably operating at a higher level than any popular comic.

The Revenge of the Sovs storyline is at another of a series of tightly conducted crescendo points, told with a multi-voiced, telescopic method. The narrative swirls around like killer bugs on a gale, swooping from location to location, inside and out again, drawing in viewpoints and techniques – omniscient narrator, a fat expository monologue, a TV show, and a bit of a last minute tell.

(To  go from there to suggest a thematic sexing between this crashing-in god’s eye view and the toppling of the Justice Dept’s panopticon is probablysome fanfun too far.)

Superior KODOT* manufacture.

Zaucer of Zilk by Ewing & McCarthy

Neath the watchful eye of the shopping trolley, it’s kind of a big-upping of superhero storytelling to similar levels of cultural presence as folk and fairytales. And inside, amusingly, that superhero thing a more specific 80s indie suburban Morrissey superhero thing.  You forgive the cheek – Ewing’s quick, well-balanced script is easily the best the artist has had to work with since the don’t call it a comeback. And if, embedded there in the foreground layers, the paisley pancakes of yesteryear cut a bit too sharply, bit heavy on the Jif Lemon concentrate, then your fanfun there is just to consider how like the aching, overfizzed tongue of the relapsing Love Hearts user is the affect of the digital palette’s faustian flicker.

We give it four brains, quite deliberately splashed with a can or ten of bright paint to summon the fifth.

And it”s got a newsagent in it, which is important, or a sweetshop anyway, which is the same thing. Anyway, go and read it yourself.

Flesh by Mills and Mckay

O right, new Flesh, could be alright, been a while for me, wonder what the art’s li

Jesus Christ!

We award this comic over sixty thick, conical, bone-crunching teeth up to nine inches long each. Out of five.

There was another strip here but honestly I literally.

Nikolai Dante by Morrison & Burns

Same here too really. The only thought worth having about this strip is ‘Do I hate Nikolai Dante >/< Hal Jordan?’ And also to note that Burns’ lush, slightly overabnundant paint is a lot more suited to this neo whatever shenanigans than it was last time I was reading, in dusty Western style SciFier Angel Zero.

I think I heard that this is the last ever Nikolai Dante story, or at least the one where he dies. If only.



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