Sometimes kids, when you look up at the night sky, and the stars high above this jungle-Hell are all wrong, you just have to admit you bungled the incantation and start over, ’cause pride and denial won’t put any more distance between you and the thing hunting you. Anyway, we’re home now, and as you can see, Mr. Jackson is eager to see what’s in the stash today.
Silver Surfer, B.P.R.D., and the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina. I know what you’re thinking, but you’re wrong, Chilling Adventures is amazing. It’s a spiritual sister-title to Afterlife With Archie, which is also more Stephen King than Dan DeCarlo. Chilling Adventures is a period piece re-imagining of the carefree teenage witch in 1960’s New England, but with more directly infernal trappings. Her kooky Witch aunts eat the dead and hail Satan, her mother was driven insane in a Rosemary’s Baby-type situation, and she is being pursued by a skull-eyed super-witch named Madame Satan, who disemboweled her sweetheart after crashing Sabrina’s ritual satanic baptism. Along with Harrow County and Afterlife, it is a fantastically moody horror book you can’t miss.
Cinema Purgatorio, I don’t know what the hell this is, but they got me with Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. Hellboy: Darkness Calls, I have the single issues buried somewhere in my crypt, but I have been itching to re-read lately, and Duncan Fegrado’s sketchbook is the icing on the evil cake that is this collection. And lastly, Heavy Metal #280. Once upon a time, Heavy Metal was a fantastic European Sci-fi comic magazine, and now occasionally has neat stories. But this is the first issue under the new editorship of Grant (did-I-ever-tell-you-I-like-drugs-and-chaos-magic) Morrison. This mangey Scot swings on a pendulum of quality from transcendently brilliant, pure, fun comics, to muddled, self-important, pretentious mediocrity. But, he does more often than not swing back to writing great comics. He also makes lovely artisan candles and is very friendly when we’ve crossed paths at black masses. We’ll see how this first issue pans out, in the mean time, get yourself a copy of Wonder Woman Earth 1, by Morrison and Yannick Paquette, because that was great.
Well, I gotta run, kids, I can hear that torch-weilding mob gaining on me over the hill. And if you happen to encounter a shambling, deteriorating bull that answers to Hanratty on your next stroll in the woods, run for your God damned life, because I cannot put that thing back down.