Cover this week – Dredd blows up the place. Like it says right there, the explosive end to the current storyline. It’s a nice cover by Dave Taylor.
Judge Dredd – Wasteland Part Six by John Wagner and Dave Taylor
What I’ve really missed from this first post Chaos Day Wagner written Dredd is that tense introspection that Wagner does so well. It was there in the first part sure enough, but since then there’s been very little. Likewise the whole clipped, noir tones I talked of in the second part haven’t really resurfaced.
Coming in with Day Of Chaos, quickly followed up by Trifecta, I reckon I’ve simply been spoilt by long, epic storylines. But I do know that the core of Dredd isn’t really epic storylines, it’s storytelling, worldbuilding, fleshing out every aspect of MC1 life. And that’s what’s happening here, Wagner starting his stint of post Chaos Day Dredd, and bringing it all to a satisfying conclusion, very neatly done, although maybe just a little too neat, everything wrapping up on the final page with Dredd in complete control. Again, maybe that’s just something I need to get used to? But the most interesting and enjoyable bit for me in this whole 6-pager was that bit above; Dredd the everyman in leather acknowledging all the problems of MC1, the class structure as well as the crime.
Taylor’s art… hmmm, I’ve been hearing a lot of people raving about it, andd undeniably it’s good, but it’s just a little too polished and clean, and smooth, rounded lines rather than the grim, shit-hole covering stuff we’re meant to be seeing. Horses for courses.
Defoe: The Damned by Pat Mills and Leigh Gallagher
Defoe and the gang are right in the middle of the zombie horde, covered in rotting flesh and body fluids, will they make it to the super-duper steampunked out getaway car that’s not been mentioned previously (as far as my crap memory can remember anyhow)?
Oh, don’t be silly, of course they will. But thanks to Gallagher’s super artwork, it’s a beautifully drawn walk to get the car.
Can’t decide about Defoe, enjoyable certainly, but there’s a feeling that each episode isn’t really saying all that much, isn’t really covering that much ground. God, I feel like a broken record, and a moany broken record at that.
Age Of The Wolf III: Wolfworld by Alec Worley and Jon Davis-Hunt
It’s 30 years after the world discovere that a permanent full moon is a bad, bad thing, thirty years since the wolves came out, and since we last saw Rowan things have taken a turn for the worse; wolves rampant, small packets of humanity dotted about, and the red witch has turned into the grey witch. But the wolves are a step ahead, Sister Sigrid in control, holding Keira and planning on a moonlit sacrifice.
Wolfy goodness indeed. The second series of this petered out towards the end, and hopefully the strong start here won’t end up the same. Hopefully this series we’ll be spending more time with the wolves, because it’s giving it a welcome new dimension.
Sinister Dexter: Witless Protection by Dan Abnett and John Burns
It had to happen sooner or later, we’ve spent the first few weeks of Sinister Dexter with Finn Sinister up to his neck in shite, wondering where the hell his partner and Tracy have gotten to. Now we find out. If Sinister is in shite, then Ray Dexter and Tracy are as happy as pigs in the same brown stuff. Ray and Tracy Right are living the good life in sunny Malifornia, with not a care in the world, assuming that Sinister is just as content.
Except we all know he’s not, we all know Sinister’s out there, looking for Ray, in deep trouble. What are the odds he’s about to drag Ray and Tracy into his mess? The Feds paying a call to Ray certainly reckon so.
Knew it was going to happen, but still a pleasant switch to see how the other half are living, and nice to see Simon Davis’ art again. I’m liking this a lot more than others out there.
The Ten-Seconders: Godsend by Rob Williams and Edmund Bagwell
Damage is damaged, Damage is bloody big, Damage is Rob Williams’ Hulk analogy, a damaged little God put to use by the resistance. But when you’re now up against the Gods’ Gods, maybe resistance is futile? Leader of said resistance Malloy is certainly beginning to get that feeling.
I was intrigued by The Ten-Seconders when I read about it, mostly by how it would possibly work. Humans against Gods, genuine mythology stuff, but if the Gods are that powerful, then the storylines are a little truncated surely? And here, with even more God-like Gods involved, I’m wondering which way Williams will take it. I like not knowing, like the sense of futility and despair that Williams is writing into this. And Bagwell’s doing a fine job of getting over the epic scale of the thing without resorting to endless splash pages, always a bonus.