Simon Jacques reviews 1889.
What an absolute belter! No only, do we get the return of the much lamented droll explicative from the mouth of Dredd, Chris Weston hits all the competition for six, as we are all jubilant in hailing Sensitive Klegg!
You could eat, nay lick, your dinner off Chris’ stunning line work. Cover of the year so far.
Joe’s recent tales have weighed somewhat heavy on the stomach after taking quite a bit of mastication, swallowing and digestion, so it’s great to get some light relief in the large shape of the scourge of Mr Overdrive™ – one Sensitive Klegg. Last issues opener with Dirty Frank and his smiley sausage, was a glorious return from Chris Weston who got it bob on with his depiction of Kleggy and his lonely repatriation to MC1. Williams tears at the heart-strings as we continue to wish our hero naught but acceptance, loving and peace, after all he is a rear-admiral is he not? In the end it is of course Dredd who gets the say, he has to do something in his own strip, and we are left wanting more as the plucky ‘big crocodile’ sets off to find contentment and we cheer his optimism out in the great wide yonder. Hopefully for us, more plucky adventures with this now iconic, warmed to character… oh the Kleggy possibilities!
The saga moves on, with Wren and the gang bodding off to find a substance known as Gaseous Clay (geddit?) when some more crazy shit starts to stir. While I might hold fast that this is far from Edlingtons best work and maintain a duplicitous admiration for the premise and exposition of the story arcs, I’m mindful that his scripting is undeniably effective and mature in it’s delivery. Sometimes 2000AD sends us out of our comfort zones, where we can’t quite engage or relate to the characters and narrative, really just because we are ultimately unaccustomed to their ilk. Brass Sun is one-such, like a “From Grace” or “Ten Seconders” which push the boundaries and perceptions of seemingly familiar ground, perhaps fostering scepticism and mistrust at first, but in time appreciation and fondness for their progressive idiosyncrasy. While I’m clearly not it’s biggest fan, there is something quite assuring about Brass Sun and it’s place in 2000AD lore, something which affirms my faith in the prog’s ability to shape worlds and deliver stories of a difference, that we in a way, should feel rather somewhat grateful as it continues to do so.
THARGS 3RILLERS PRESENT: VOODOO PLANET:
After some of his stints on Dredd, I’ve had a bit of a downer on P.J Holden (totally unsuitable for MC1) and his simplified characterisation in general winds me up, but here his art is much improved. The final page being a case in point with it’s squirmy wormy alien thangs known only as the Loa. The ‘Next prog: ‘ strap line obviously far too tempting to resist, all we need next prog is a cameo by Brucie and his unfeasably large deck of cards. Not sure about the ‘voodoo’ shtick and entirely what the premise is of the tale is going to be, but it looks good and it’s set up for a finale that could go either all out crazy with a twist or just sitting there scratching it’s balls…
THARG’S FUTURE SHOCKS: THE NAME OF THE LAW
Speaking of which, I got it, sorta, but still re-read it to see if I had missed anything glaringly obvious that might become it more to me. Nope, it didn’t give anything more up apart from the main character Cassie, developing a worrying hand job with the facial to match. I do like Nick Dyer’s art, as he reminds me of Cam Kennedy, but I’m afraid that the story here was trying to be something more than it ended up being, which was non too shocking and a bit of a ball scratcher…
Speaking of which, some wise old sage once said ‘if you find yourself in a hole, then stop digging’. This strip would be wise to take heed, as the Stygian hole it has disappeared up, is it’s own rectum. Any credibility it once had, since it’s inception in 1996, has long done a runner, along with the pertinent time to kill off it’s lead characters, when some of the readers actually gave a rats arse. The dialogue is beyond painful and I’m now convinced Dan Abnett is getting his script ideas from sitting in his kecks all day watching Scooby Doo and scratching his balls. Although it was good to see such a blatant set up for a recap (Congo/Amazon?) and I’m glad that someone else needed reminding of ‘the plot’ as this strip lost it many moons ago. I do however hope to see Jake Lynch on a strip suiting his style though as it’s clearly wasted on this pile of poop.
TOP THRILL: ‘Kleggy want in!’… Dredd.