1976. It was a long hot summer, the year of the great ladybird plague and the year Orlok got his first bike. Will Prog 1976 be remembered in forty years time? The answer is no.
A gorgeous painted work that immediately reminded me of something. I was racking my brains for ages on this one.
Was it a Freddie Mercury pose or perhaps Conan? Was it a dodgy porno I’d seen at a party in Singapore?
Then it hit me, it’s practically a homage to the cover for the camp as tits 80s flick, The Beastmaster.
Colourwise this is a bit darker from Sharp and reminded me of the palette used by Siku.
The cloak flapping is a nice balance to the rising Medusa since both are similarly coloured and the Chimera is a good addition too and a nice focus for the eyes.
I liked it. It won’t be cover of the year but it’s still bloody good.
Inside, Yewtree Tharg gives us some insight into the future Dredd story Uncivil Partnership. Dredd holding up some sex cuffs, so maybe he’s finally going to get some action. It looks like this is going to be gracing the FCBD edition, which is all thanks to some perseverance from Richardson.
Ok, this is going well to a certain extent though I do have a few niggles.
Thorn’s men are hanging out at a weapons manufacturing plant. This is in the Cursed Earth and there’s clearly no issue with this as the Judges know about it. Think about that for a minute. Armed mutants aplenty in the Cursed Earth and they have a place knocking out some top of the line shooters just in case they want to stop by. That makes little sense and you’d think it’s the kind of thing the Judges would either snuff out or control from the city.
There’s some plot convenience of the type of gun not due to hit the shelves for four months but that’s fine to progress the story.
Politically there are some nice revelations but the one about the Brits wanting to take Dredd away in order to weaken the city just didn’t seem to gel. Not out of any loyalty to the Brits, because we all know they hate our freedoms, but because this is the same Brit Cit that got stuck in during Doomsday, saving the Big Meg.
Interestingly, Waldron appears to be high in the chain at the SJS, perhaps replacing Arthur Buell? Regardless, she seems like the voice of reason, especially when compared to that dickbag Farrow.
Cadet Lorenzo strikes me as a bit odd. He calls Dredd by his name instead of “sir”. That’s just a bit either off character or is intentional and he’s not as he appears. Or maybe that’s just me being extra suspicious.
Oh and Dredd getting shot through the guts for the umpteenth time isn’t going to end well so far from medevac. I suppose it is to be expected since Dredd and co appear to have dodged every round thrown at them by this well armed, well trained and well-motivated group. That’s been stretching credibility somewhat.
The art is sublime once more with some great CE vistas on display again.
In a response to an English earthlet, Tharg reveals that Survival Geeks is going to get a French collection soon, for a Gallic publisher will be collecting their adventures. Yeah, that’s handy. Cheers.
I suppose this will be a good present for someone you really don’t like, but hasn’t that country suffered enough of late?
After a great cliffhanger, the geeks have been captured and we see the battle in flashback. Way to piss on an exciting page turn in the collection, folks. This just read as pretty bland with the rescue team in the sewers entirely there to deliver the Soylent Green line. And again we find the issue with this in that only those old enough to understand that reference will grin. And they aren’t the kind of audience who will appreciate the lameness of the rest of it. It’s very much a story that doesn’t have an audience.
Bizarrely, despite the anti-science speech last week, the General has our heroes hooked up in a science lab for vivisection. Mind you, I think inconsistency is the least of the problems here.
The art is bloody lovely with some amazing frame work and attention to detail.
It just doesn’t get any better for these poor bastards.
With Cimarron County dealing with their own patient zero, this sickness appears to be starting in different places across the land.
Gates, who reveals himself to be from Grey Division, takes umbrage at Proudwater’s questions and turns his head into chunky salsa.
In a disturbing move, Brother Michael attacks Fairfax and has his eyes shot out. This enables him to see more and he imparts a vision of the Dark Judges before Fairfax finishes him off. You get the feeling of the whole of society being poisoned by this blight piece by piece.
We also get a flashback to the kind of man Fairfax is when he is seen beating his partner. You can understand now just what potential the Dark Judges see in him.
Nice use of the semi-mystical dead fluids too, which here seems to be more scientifically grounded as a GM formula.
The art is just stunning. It truly is creepy as hell and the scenes of the locusts tearing people apart were stomach churning.
The land itself is portrayed as a foul place that is just descending into misery and chaos. Like Swansea.
Creepy as hell.
A decent enough tale with a tour guide doing tours of Earth for ingrates until a dream ticket comes along.
Suckered in to a private tour which is all paid for by blag merchant Milo, she goes further off track than ever before and after a switcheroo she is placed right in the middle of a terrorist atrocity.
I liked it but what I didn’t get was how Milo (a Martian) had the access code to the building and why a teleporter can only work by switching places.
Nevertheless a good start from McConville and I hope we see more.
After a great cliffhanger, the heroes have been captured and we see the battle in flashback.
Hang on, haven’t I already written this about a story by the same author in the same Prog?
Felix has mouth sewn up, which looks deeply unpleasant and Aquila is bound even though bonds can’t hold him for long. This is hand waved away as he is drugged with some spiked saliva before promising to get involved in some masochistic action in Tortrix’s dungeon.
Remember kids, sexism in comics is wrong but violence and torture porn always gets the green light.
The art is ok, but the script is floundering again and the similar start to Geeks was just piss poor.
Tainted is grim as hell so gets the top prize for consistency and substance.