First things first: admittedly, I’ve never read an issue of Drumhellar until now. I’ve bought them all since the series was announced, but I’m always in the midst of reading so many different titles that I wanted to wait. I chose to review this issue a different way than I usually do. It wouldn’t be hard for me to catch up on 3 issues worth, but I figured what the hell, lets see what my opinion of this comic would be without reading any other issue before hand and so that’s what I did.
So this issue we have our main character in jail, I have no idea how long he’s been there, but it seems he’s in there for a particular and meticulously planned purpose, and eventually that purpose is revealed through various schisms of the most insane and psychedelic of visions. But I feel that’s an understatement for this entire series. Drumhellar conspires with his cellmates and his purple imaginary cohort to make some good ol’ fashioned prison wine, which sends the next part of this issue into about two pages of impressionistic psychedelic insanity that juxtaposes death with poignantly beautiful imagery. And I have to say, this is where Rossmo’s art is mind-blowingly surreal when it hits, but man, it is simply wonderful to look at.
One of my favorite things about this book is that the stranger the character the better. The floating fetus that’s attached to an amniotic suitcase is just pure awesome insanity of a character. It’s like the concept of Benjamin Button on Walter White's blue crystal meth. The main character, with all his idiosyncrasies, of all things ends up being a werewolf, and, frankly, more comics need badass and highly intelligent werewolves!
As the tail end of this story wraps up, all hell breaks loose in the prison due to the machinations of Drumhellar and his imaginary cohort, and they are now free to escape the confines of their dreary cell and begin to solve the problem of the the fetus that was once a man along with the help of a few other characters/friends of Drumhellar. The final moments of this comic just fly by with one instance of insanity after another and perhaps its not just this issue, but the entire series all together that feels like you’re taking an acid trip on the planet kragthor while getting a reach around from a 12 armed giraffe hooker, and you know what? I fucking loved every moment of it.
Rossmo is given credit for the story and I truly believe most of the ideas are his while Alex Link writes the dialogue and scripts from Rossmo’s ideas. The best part of having an artist do a story is visually he already knows what he wants to do and can just do it and I’ve been e big fan of Rossmo’s since Cowboy Ninja Viking and Green Wake. Of course the pinnacle to me right now is his work with Nick Spencer on Bedlam. His art style is unique and stands out almost immediately to my eye when I see it and with all the trippy and psychedelic imagery within this comic I feel like this series is giving him the utmost creative freedom visually with his work. If you’ve been on the fence about reading this or thought it was too crazy I feel like you’re missing out just like I was. In fact, right now I’m going to go back and read the first 3 issues of this awesomely ridiculous comic. I'm beyond impressed.
Oh and if you’re ever on kragthor don’t forget to tip the 12 armed giraffe hooker. Her name is Jaykwellen and she’s a lovely beast.
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Dustin prefers to go by the name of Wildcard, and he wont tell you his last name because then he would have to kill you. Or mostly because it's unpronounceable to most people. His love of comics formed during the 90's when Superman was dying and Batman was broken. Years later when touring with a band around 2008 the only thing he had to do was read extensive amounts of comics and catch up on all the missed years of stories, therefore the wealth of knowledge in his head is insurmountable by anyones standards. He considers himself extremely opinionated when it comes to comic books or any form of media, which has always caused arguments and butt hurt a plenty due to his outspoken opinions on such things. In his spare time he writes some comics he hopes to get published one day and is a graphic designer. He sometimes wishes Nicolas Cage was his real father. Hail Sagan. Follow Wildcard on Twitter, Facebook, and Tumblr.
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