Staff Picks – Week of 26/06/2019

Marilyn Manor #1
Magdalene Visaggio (w), Marley Zarcone (a), Irma Kniivila (c)

Derek says: The first of a four part mini series by Magdalene Visaggio, Marley Zarcone and Irma Kniivila from IDW and as a big fan of Marley’s work on Shade The Changing Girl/Woman I was already sold on this. It’s a fun introduction to the rebellious First Daughter trying to plot the party to end all parties in the white house while her father is away on state business. Marley’s art and Irma’s colouring perfectly pop together in the early 80’s setting and Magdalene’s story is paced perfectly for the issue. I’m looking forward to seeing the chaos that is bound to ensue in this series.

Killer Groove #2
Ollie Masters (w), Eoin Marron (a)
Aftershock Comics

Chief says: Another winner from Aftershock Comics, Killer Grove is the story of a down-at-heel singer/songwriter/bartender with heavy emphasis on the bartending. With neither career really going anywhere he meets and saves a less than moral man from death by accidentally murdering his new friend’s assailant. But in that moment he finds the music returning to him.

Masters & Marron’s new book is masterpiece of misery. I say this not as an insult but a statement of intent. There are no characters in this who are clean, at least not in any moral sense. There’s a downbeat, pleasing 70’s feel to this that recalls movies like Night Moves and Straight Time and I can see a young Charles Bronson, only lank haired and underfed, whenever I look at the book’s leading man. Unlike Bronson, he’s looks uneasy with murder but just as pleased with the results.

Marron’s pencils feel like he was trying to get it all down before someone took a shot at him too. Again, this isn’t an insult. The book is emotive and sleazy, taking in American counter-culture and the empty promises of revolutions not had, making a touchstone of movements like The Weathermen (another musical connection) and the underlying sadness in a lot of that singer-songwriter music. Any man that tells you he just needs his guitar for company will spend his nights weeping (and not gently). Everyone in this is lonely, missing not only the company of others but of their own souls. I’m putting on my Jim Croce records whilst I wait for the next issue.