Hiyaaaa! Welcome back to what has increasingly become a website about Grant Morrison comics, and nothing else! Hopefully I’ll remedy that soon. I read SO MANY non-Morrison comics, and I have thoughts about those too, sometimes.
But! for now, let’s continue rubbing Granto’s bald pate, hoping to see our reflection in it. Exciting news: it endlessly refracts light through the msrip/anti-prism of your Crystalline Shared Soul Unit, creating not an image of your face, but a Scalpo-Linear Representation of the following comics.
Basically, what I’m saying is, his head is sort of like a Kindle.
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Hello, Slow Bulleteers! Or, like, ‘Slugs’, as readers of this blog prefer to be called? ‘Slug’, like a slow slimy thing, and also a euphemism for a bullet?
Anyway, that’s you: a slug.
ONLY JOKING: You’re a beautiful, exotic snail, and the house on your back is just darling.
We are living in thrilling times, right enough. Three Grant Morrison comics released in the space of a week! It’s like the olden days of Seven Soldiers, where a visit to the comic shop was a treat! Unless you went to the local one that makes it difficult to find new releases, of course, due to being slow like slugs at stocking the shelves (but not in a gorgeous way like you, you dreamy snail!).
So! Follow my glittering, rainbow-hued snail trail into this ‘blog post’, as I review and spoil the following Granto Comics, which have written on the covers the following, in a way:
M The Multiveristy Guidebook 1 (Rated T Teen, £43)
Annihilator issue five (Mature readers, approx. £3.50 or something)
Nameless No.1 (Rated M//Mature, about £2.50 as Image aren’t total dicks)
Aw jings, 2015! Doesn’t seem like a real year, and I keep reading it as ‘2005’. But then, any regular absorber of this website knows my reading comprehension isn’t always the greatest. Good thing I have many local libraries to help me out with this, eh? Bad thing I mainly take out comics, which I fear often make me more intellectually moribund than they were before I cracked open the disgusting and gummy dust-protected tomes I pick from the confusingly-arranged shelves.
Anyway, as top pop posho Uncle Joe Strummer once sung:
“I went to the library
to realise my soul
and what I need
they totally have”
Yeah, Reading: Can’t Fail wasn’t one of his better songs.
Similarly, the following aren’t some of the library’s better comics, but that doesn’t mean they don’t have merit, maybe.
A regular feature (with an awful name) wherein I post a few images from the Ghost Rider 2099 comic to show why it’s the greatest thing of all time*. These may not be the best bits in the comic, so you should go and discover the rest for yourselves? Especially now as I own every issue and you won’t be competing with me for elusive internet bargains.
Cripes, comics, eh? They’re a rum old game. Weeks go by where all there is to buy from the periodical section of the local Dr. Who shop, other than trademark-maintaining-and-audience-keeping manboy Finch- flam where Batman’s neck keeps grim continuity with the videogames, or Tumblr-friendly pleasant MedioCore about finding out which superhero is going to claim to be into Chivvurches first.
That was some sentence, eh? Running on, like a Prism of Flashes that Just. Don’t. Give. Up.
But, luckily for us all, that sentence is UP.
See, by channeling the Hyper-Mythtical 2Denergy of See Kwen Shu Lart, there has come a time known portentously as MORRINSDAY! This cosmic ‘page’ has folded over ‘wednesday’ or ‘thursday’ (depending on your dimensional vibrations) on our primitive calendars! MORRINSDAY sees the alignment of the forces of M.A.R.K.E.T., resulting in not one but TWO Grant Morrison comics growing into our realm like so much cosmic fungus.
But is this fungus sporing, or is it just boring?
LET’S FIND OUT, 4-ETHER!
A regular feature (with an awful name) wherein I post a few images from the Ghost Rider 2099 comic to show why it’s the greatest thing of all time*. These may not be the best bits in the comic, so you should go and discover the rest for yourselves? This week featuring the debut of Russell Brand 2099
BRASS SUN: THE WHEEL OF WORLDS
Written by Ian Edginton, Art by I.N.J. Culbard, lettering by Ellie De Ville
Out now! £25, published by Rebellion
Hello! This is a handsome 200+ page hardback collection of a comic originally serialised in 2000AD. The bare bones of the plot are: there’s a young girl called Wren, who hails from the fantasically-named world, ‘Hind Leg’. This planet is just one of many in a cosmic orrery. The ‘Brass Sun’ of the title is breaking down, adversely affecting the planets, and Wren embarks on a quest to repair it. There’s loads more to it, of course. Loads!
I had initial reservations before reading this, due to its ‘steampunk’ trappings. It’s a genre that feels rather moribund creatively, reduced as it has been to an uncritical celebration of Empire, featuring brown corsetry and goggles with extraneous cogs attached. I was unsure if Brass Sun would add anything new to the mix, or if it’d be just another generic science fiction story with some Cumberbatches jerking off to Tesla while a filigreed Derringer is removed from a garter.
It’d have to be a pretty neato comic to get past my petty genre snobbery, that’s for sure.