Page 45 Review by Stephen
All thirteen issues in one value-for-money volume of full-colour mentalism.
This might be the story of cat-loving, porn-perusing, lonely old Greg Feely living in a flat with criminal '70s furnishing. Or it could be that of Ned Slade, for whom Greg is just a parapersonality when he's not maintaining Status Q as the top operative in the extradimensional clean-up squad known as The Hand.
Regardless, this is THE FILTH, a book bulging with sex, sensory overloads, warped worlds, infectious ideas, fourth walls, monomania, Nazi dolphins, a full-mouthed Communist Chimp, an agent with an accent all but incomprehensible for those not reared in south-west Scotland, and some slightly bewildered policemen.
There was a two-page review in a COMICS JOURNAL published just before I originally which this review which I considered plagiarising to make myself look halfway intelligent (I never read other reviews before I write my own to avoid precisely this risk of contamination). Fortunately I didn't understand it.
I can, however, promise you a far more focussed book than the INVISIBLES epic, and some astonishingly detailed, bulbous and sordid art from Mr. Chris Weston who constantly impresses with his ability to bring Grant's mind-fucking concepts to life. He deserves an Eisner just for keeping up.
Lastly, if you honestly need an added incentive: giant, flying spermatozoa!
