Touvell, Charlie – Shit Happens

September 10, 2010

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Shit Happens

Are you someone who sees the occasional poop or flatulence joke and think “That’s funny and all, but what I really want is a comic with nothing but poop and shit”?  If you’re that guy (or gal, I don’t want to discriminate), then you’re in luck!  This is the story of a naked guy (?) who is wandering aimlessly through the forest.  Seriously, it’s completely aimless, as the page of his wanderings has him going many different directions on the same path.  Anyway, as he’s wandering around, a plant (forgive me, I can’t help it) talks shit to him, saying that if the guy eats the plant, the guy will shit.  The guy considers this a challenge, eats the plant, and has a series of gastrointestinal mishaps before finally losing his “bet” to the plant.  I guess that’s a spoiler, but is a spoiler even possible in a comic where the guy is sitting on a mound of shit on the cover?  Think I’m probably safe on that one.  Anyway, these are all just words, and you already know from that cover and title if this is up your alley.  I will say that Charlie turns a more artful phrase than you would have guessed every now and then, and his artwork (where he actually draws real things) makes me wonder what a regular comic from the guy would look like, but other than that you’re getting what you would expect.  No price listed, but $2 sounds like plenty to me.


Update for 9/9/10

September 9, 2010

New review for Mecha #1 by Brian John Mitchell & Johnny Hoang.  Yes, another series from Brian, and yes, you should feel some shame that he can put out 8-10 issues of different series before you can complete one issue of your comic.  Feel shame and let it motivate you!


Mitchell, Brian John – Mecha #1 (with Johnny Hoang)

September 9, 2010

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Mecha #1

That’s what Brian was missing: giant robots!  Sorry, did I give away the ending?  I was guessing people would have picked up on the giant robot thing from the title.  Anyway, this is about twice as big as the usual BJM mini comic and, if this is at all easy to produce, I suggest he go with this format all the time.  Much easier to turn the pages and bigger pretty pictures to look at, what’s wrong with that?  This is the story of a man who can’t even remember his life before the Martians took over and has been fighting for his life as a gladiator.  He eventually gets away with a group of people, spends years fighting Martians and eventually meets the woman of his dreams.  Sadly, a happy ending is impossible in these books and things take a turn for the worse.  This leaves our hero at a loss for what to do with his life… until he finds one of the old giant robots used at the start of the war with the Martians.  I’m starting to just accept the fact that Brian has the ability to put out half a dozen series or so on a regular basis and have them all be intriguing in their own way, but it’s best to remember not to take this sort of thing for granted.  Sure, he’s not the artist so he has that going for him, but I’d almost think it would be harder trying to keep the attention of a half dozen artists for the length of a series.  Whatever it is he’s doing he should keep it up, as this is yet another winner.  Or maybe it turns to crap in the next issue, but the guy has more than earned the benefit of the doubt by now.  $1


Update for 9/7/10

September 7, 2010

New review today for The Clouds Above by Jordan Crane, as I’m taking a brief break from the minis.  Hey, I’m allowed.


Crane, Jordan – The Clouds Above

September 7, 2010

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The Clouds Above

There’s one definite pattern in my reading of comics that has shifted since starting this website 9+ years ago: I don’t read as many of the titles from the “big” publishers. It’s odd, as I was an avid reader of most things D &Q/Fantagraphics/Top Shelf put out back in the day, but between the piles of free minis (three cheers for review copies!) and publishers who do send me their books, I just don’t get around to the big three as much as I’d like to. That might be changing, as the library here in Champaign has a much better selection than the one in Columbus, so I get to answer on of the many nagging comic book questions in the back of my head: “Whatever happened to Jordan Crane?” He’s done other books, as you can see on his website, but I was thrilled to see he made the leap to Fantagraphics. They have a very low bullshit threshold, after all. This book blurs the line between being kid’s book and a graphic novel, although I suppose you could say that it’s both. It’s the story of a young boy named Simon who is late for school and his fat cat Jack. After unsuccessfully trying to sneak into class, Simon discovers a staircase that leads up straight up, seemingly to nowhere. Jack isn’t thrilled with the idea, but the two of them go up the staircase, run into a group of misinformed birds and learn that they can walk on clouds. They find a cloud who is sad because it can’t fly so they give it a few pointers and also encounter a group of storm clouds before getting in some serious trouble. If you’re thinking this sounds exactly like a kid’s book and not at all like a graphic novel, well, you’re sort of right. I’ve never been completely comfortable with the term “graphic novel” anyway. For the adult enthusiast, the use of color here is brilliant in all senses of the word, and there enough cute turns of phrase to make most folks smile, at the very least. But yeah, it’s a children’s book more than anything else, complete with the “This book belongs to: ____” on the inside front cover. It’s up to you to decide whether or not that’s a good thing; I generally prefer the stuff more geared to adults, and it looks like Jordan has kept up on that end of things too with his other comics. If you’re simply starved for color in the dreary black and white world of small press comics, this could be a welcome antidote, or if you’re looking to get your kids into comics by quality artists where they can eventually grow into their older work. Parents, it’s your call. For the rest of us childless heathens, maybe stick to some of his other stuff, unless you’ve somehow managed to stay a kid at heart… $19 (for hardcover).


Update for 9/6/10

September 6, 2010

New review today for Silent V by Kyle Baddeley, and look, I did decide to “work” on the holiday!  I’m so industrious.


Baddeley, Kyle – Silent V #1

September 6, 2010

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Silent V #1

Is it bad if I’m hoping that something is an undeclared 24 hour comic? That’s not to say a thing either way about the story, but these are such simple drawings with such nonexistent backgrounds that this guy could put together a monthly series in no time if he wanted to.  As for the story, well, wow.  I need to narrow that down a bit, so how about “damn”? In a good way?  OK, let me try again.  This is the story of a man who has been protecting the Earth (or at least something very close to this planet) from alien invasion since he was a baby.  Literally, as he would throw homemade molotov cocktails at the ships while sucking a pacifier.  He seems to be friends with, or at least work professionally alongside, a bird who has apparently faked his own death.  The dingos are not interested in helping against the invasion, the dead have started to rise, and goblins are dancing naked. Meanwhile, there are other babies who are being cared for by a woman who probably should get a different job (and the babies seem to be highly explosive when dropped from a great height) and a member of the invasion may yet win the whole thing for the good guys.  It’s a delightful mess of a story, in other words, and I chuckled in awe of the guy behind it more than a few times.  I can only hope this really is only the first issue and there’s more to come, as this was a blast.  While the art may lean a bit on the simple side, it gets the point across and that, more than anything, gives me hope that Kyle could start cranking these out if there was enough of an outcry.  Like, say, the outcry caused be the good comic loving people of this site sending him some orders for the first issue?  Couldn’t hurt, anyway.  No price listed, but a buck or two is probably about right…


Update for 9/4/10

September 4, 2010

New review for Sherlock Holmes vs. Skeletor by Gareth Brookes, and no review for at least tomorrow both because it’s a holiday weekend and because this book deserves some time at the top of the page.


Brookes, Gareth – Sherlock Holmes vs. Skeletor

September 4, 2010

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Sherlock Holmes vs. Skeletor

I feel for anybody reading these reviews every day and trying to get some sort of consistency out of them, I really do.  One day I’ll say never to judge a book by its cover, and the next I’ll get something like this in the mail, see that title and “Gareth Brookes” on the front, and it will be clear quickly that the cover won me over completely.  Ah well, consistency is for the weak!  This is, as you may have guessed, about the feud between Sherlock Holmes and Skeletor.  What, didn’t you hear about that one?  If you’re looking for apocalyptic action as depicted on that cover you might be disappointed; if you’re in it for the funny you’re going to go away very satisfied indeed.  This is a series of pranks between the two, um, “men”, and it took a few pages for me to get that Holmes even knew that Skeletor existed.  It seems a shame to spoil even one of these pranks by revealing them here, but as a reviewer I suppose that the spoiling of fun is, like it or not, in my job description, so here goes: potato, Aniston, “it burns”, wattage, poo, cheating, birds, and an infernal contraption.  There, that seems vague enough.  Look, if you’ve been reading this site for any length of time you should know that getting a book from Gareth Brookes is as close to a sure thing as you can get in this medium.  If not, search around a bit and check out some of the older reviews.  Really, all this rambling is irrelevant, as one look at that cover should be enough to convince you one way or the other.  If it’s the negative way I mourn for the lack of fun in your life, if it’s the other way you won’t be disappointed.


Update for 9/3/10

September 3, 2010

King Cat Friday! Ah, if only a King Cat came out every Friday so I could make this a weekly thing.  New review for #71 by John P.!


Porcellino, John – King Cat #71

September 3, 2010

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King Cat #71

I’ve long resisted implementing any kind of a grading scale for reviews.  No “8 out of 10” for anything, no “5 stars!”, none of that crap.  It’s not because what I have to say in the body of a review is all that important, it’s mostly just because such a simplistic way of doing things really belittles something that took an artist weeks, months or even years to accomplish. That and it often makes little sense; I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read a review on CHUD.com tearing a movie to pieces, explaining in excruciating detail how every little thing about the film is terrible… and then they give it a “4 out of 10” grade.  It’s gibberish, I tells ya!  So why bring this up?  Even with my feelings against such a system, I’m starting to think I could grade King Cat comics on a “wistfulness” scale.  It would still be simplistic and cheap, but it might be handy for the folks out there who can’t wait for each issue.  This issue is more wistful than most, as John moved to Gainesville, FL at some point during the making of the comic and has apparently ended up there without his cats, which is mildly baffling to me, but he doesn’t get into it (or I read the last story of the book and assumed that that’s still his situation, which is probably wrong).  Stories in here include a pearl of wisdom from Jesus (the guy had a lot of nice things to say, too bad he’s depicted now as a dude who wants poor people to suffer), a daydream about a missed personal connection, a genuine white trash moment, another one that isn’t labeled as such, a visual aid to all the new forms of life John is seeing in Florida, a drunken lighter request, some lingering silence, and a really fantastic essay detailing Denver before everything became profoundly commercialized.  Of all the comics in the world, I hope I can say “more of the same” with this one and have the reader understand what a unique and tremendous thing that is.  I also love John’s willingness to just get up and go when he thinks that life is pushing him in a specific direction; if only everybody had that kind of courage.  In conclusion: of course you should get it.  If there was an issue that disappointed you, I’m going to resist the urge to say it was your fault and just say that this issue in particular really moved me, for whatever that is worth…$3


Update for 9/2/10

September 2, 2010

New review for Walking Man Comics #34 by Matt Levin, and I may or may not get around to making up for that missed day yesterday.  What’s it to you?


Levin, Matt – Walking Man Comics #34

September 2, 2010

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Walking Man Comics #34

Matt Levin has been doing  comics for a very long time, or at least he has in “internet years”. I reviewed one of his books age ago (oddly, it was #38), but he just sent me a few books, so it’s clear that he is still cranking them out.  My confusion last time is the same as this time: are they all done with rubber stamps?  It’s an interesting idea, but I just don’t see how it holds together for at least 59 books.  Well, that’s not my concern, right?  Let’s talk about this one.  This is a story about the belief in magic or, rather, why people believe in magic at all.  He makes a few good points about it (this is basically a poem, so it meanders a bit) then circles back around to believing that there is at least one thing in humanity that is magical, but what kind of reviewer would I be if I spoiled that for you?  It’s interesting how he lists the source for all his stamps at the end of the book, so if you wanted to produce one of these comics, it’s easy enough to do.  Well, you do also need a bit of talent, as a simple story of hope, longing and peace isn’t that easy to pull off.  He has plenty of these books available but no sort of coherent website to check them out, which is a shame.  Still, samples can be found at that website I linked (which looks a bit outdated but it still works), and if this sounds like the sort of thing that would intrigue you, it’s worth a look.  The last I heard these were available at 3 for $4, so that should be a wide sampling range if you are so inclined.


Update for 8/31/10

August 31, 2010

New review for Monstrum Horrendum Volume 2 #2 by Leonie O’Moore, and my worst fundraiser/celebration ever ends today, so if you want that piece of original artwork, you have about 10 hours to order enough comics to get it.  Note to self: maybe next time I should mention exactly who produced the original artwork instead of leaving it to the imagination.  Oh well…


O’Moore, Leonie – Monstrum Horrendum Volume 2 #2

August 31, 2010

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Monstrum Horrendum Volume 2 #2

Ah, to live in a small press comic book world where every book was as gorgeous as this one.  Granted, the $8.65 price might drive some people away, but this is a huge book with a vast array of colors all over the place, and they’re used to illustrate lush landscapes, swaths of ocean and a couple of unexplained monsters.  I mostly like the black and white nature of minis, but there are days when I just want to bask in a comic like this.  In this issue the crew deals with recently taking over a “haunted” boat, the fact that their financier is broke and the free ride is over, discovers a giant prehistoric shark that seems to have a connection with the mysterious little boy, Ella (the captain) and her feeling that something is wrong with her father, another mysterious monster, and the ex-fiancee of the rival of Chester’s that was killed in the last issue.  That’s a pile of stuff to work through, isn’t it?  That’s all on top of the fact that Leonie manages to work more character development than should be legal in between all these tense situations.  The mystery of that little boy is being opened bit by tiny bit, Chester is being slowly and reluctantly revealed as a human being after all, and even Montague (despite his desperate need for physical proof of these monsters) clearly has his heart in the right place. The basic plot of this issue deals with trying to track down an orca that has been killing people, in case you were curious, but that gets resolved so quickly and in a manner that so effortlessly shifts the story in another direction entirely that it hardly seems worth mentioning.   One minor complaint is the couple of typos in the book, as it makes no sense to me how something that is so clearly dedicated to the best possible artwork could be a little lax in checking the spelling, but at least there aren’t a lot of them.  There, I have listed my legally obligated complaint.  Everything else about this book is a joy to behold and, seeing as how this book came out in 2009, the next issue must be right around the corner.  Right?  &8.65


Update for 8/30/10

August 30, 2010

New review today for Pang the Wandering Shaolin Monk Volume 1: Refuge of the Heart by Ben Costa.  If you get in on this now you’ll be able to tell all the cool kids that you knew how great it was way back when!


Costa, Ben – Pang The Wandering Shaolin Monk Volume 1: Refuge of the Heart

August 30, 2010

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Pang The Wandering Shaolin Monk Volume 1: Refuge of the Heart

Finally!  Now I can quit the reviewing business.  It was all just a cynical ploy for me to get a free copy of a really fantastic hardcover edition about the history of Shaolin monks, so my work here is done.  OK fine, I’ll put up a review for this one, but then I am out of here.  There are times when it is dangerous to judge a book by its cover, and there are times when it’s a pretty safe bet.  This is one of those latter times.  If you can look at that cover without being instantly intrigued, I mourn for the lack of kung-fu in your formative years, but you’re probably beyond help at this point. If, however, you see that cover and can’t wait to crack open the book, you’ll be very pleased with what you find inside. This is the story of Pang, one of the last surviving monks from a devastating attack on his monastery who has been charged with keeping some books of shaolin knowledge safe.  Pang has reason to believe that he is not the sole survivor, so he has set out to find the remaining shaolin monks.  It is a problematic time to be a shaolin monk though (this is set in 1675), so he has to travel under a disguise. Pang settles in with a friendly innkeeper and his attractive daughter, and Pang eventually trusts her enough to tell her the story of what happened to his old temple.  Honestly, I don’t want to talk about the story at all, as every last bit of it would be left as a surprise if it was up to me.  Then again, if that was the case maybe nobody would give it a chance.  OK, how about this: the dialogue had me laughing out loud several times, which is unusual, especially in a book that is about 3/4 serious stuff.  Or perhaps you don’t want to give it a chance because Pang looks “too cartoony”.  Not that I’ve heard that complaint, but I have heard it for other books. Pang is a bald, fattish monk with a round head, so that’s what he looks like.  Detail is not skimped on the rest of the huge cast of characters.  What about the history, maybe Ben just made it up as he went along?  Nope.  There are footnotes all over the place, frank admissions that the history of shaolin monks is largely a matter of guesswork due to events like the attack depicted in this book, a list of books he used for research and a thorough afterward on the story.  Actually, that’s my one complaint, although it’s one of those useless complaints that doesn’t have an answer: sometimes the footnotes were distracting, as they were on the bottom of the page and not all clumped together in the back of the book.  I’ve probably complained about the bother of having to flip back and forth in other books, but the constant factual information was a little distracting from the story.  Yep, that’s my big complaint, which should tell you plenty about the quality of this book.  And the fights!  They were tense with a feeling of real danger, which is often difficult to pull off in a “named” comic like this (it’s not like you think Batman is ever going to get killed in his comic, although I guess he did recently, but he’s probably back by now, and I’ve gone off on a tangent. Sorry), and the attack at the temple was sheer chaos, but the kind of chaos where you as a reader can somehow keep up with what’s happening.  This was altogether quite an achievement, as plenty of things could have gone wrong here but somehow, some way, nothing did.  I’m just happy that I got in on the ground floor, and if Ben decides to drop this comic business for greener pastures, he better be practicing on his Iron Crotch technique to guard against some serious kicks…


Update for 8/29/10

August 29, 2010

New review for Khaki Shorts #24, a Glasgow-based anthology that may or may not be edited by Mark Sampson. Two more days left to order comics and get original artwork, after that I’m burning whatever is left out of spite.


Sampson, Mark (editor) – Khaki Shorts #24

August 29, 2010

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Khaki Shorts #24

First thing first: I have no idea if Mark Sampson is really the editor of this comic. He wrote the intro for the book and introduced everyone, so I’m just assuming here, and am hoping that the fine folks who sent me this comic will be nice enough to correct me if I’m wrong.  This is an anthology out of Glasgow, and the fact that it’s up to #26 (I checked the website) is pretty damned impressive.  And, apart from the strange obsession with “arse” and “bum” being the apparent pinnacle of humor, there was a pretty funny pile of stories included.  Stories in here include a superhero that patrols the red carpet by Rob Miller, Martin and Adam Smith’s piece about two guys stuck out of time that seems to think a giant fart is the funniest thing in the world, Rob Miller with a mostly incomprehensible piece, Rob again sticking it to the man, a story by some guy (this is what happens when you don’t put a table of contents in your book or at least clearly label the creators) about nostalgia and shallowness, another piece by Rob that insists on making the reader wallow in shit, Larned Justin on traveling to Glasgow after being accepted to do a strip for the book, some other guy with a piece on the lion and the crocodile, Rob (who is, at the very least, nice enough to sign his pieces) with a longer story that’s a bit on the incomprehensible side, A.J. Smith with a sad drunken guy (and at least they made note of the fact that this particular strip used up their allotted scatological humor for the year), some other guy with time traveling priests, and Rob again with a brief Star Trek parody.  See how much better this might be with a table of contents?  I could look up each individual artist, compare styles and try to figure it all out, but it’s not like I’m getting paid for this gig.  It still ends up, on balance, being a pile of funny, and I realize that dry descriptions are not the best way to explain comedic tales.  The poop humor gets a little old, then tiresome, then annoying, but if you can get past that (or if it’s your thing) then there’s plenty to like about this comic.  That price is, I believe, right around $2 in Americaland, which is a steal for this much content.


Update for 8/27/10

August 27, 2010

New review today for Memory Foam #1 by Toby Jones, and you’re running out of time to get some of this original artwork from my August comics sale. Every 9 comics ordered get a free piece of original artwork from famous (in the context of the small press comics world) people!