INJECTION No. 13, June 2017 |
Foremost of these improvements has to be Professor Derwa
Kernick’s creepy examination of the ancient site’s archaeological finds, and
her menacing dialogue with Roth involving the early Christians in the area being
sacrificed as part of a “cultural exchange” with mischievious pixies. Indeed, one
doesn’t need to be the computer geek’s Stanley-knife carrying female chauffeur Emma
Louise Beaufort to know that the elderly bespectacled expert is lying, and clearly
knows how “the mechanism of the cell” operates; “She already cited local
stories and poetry. Poetry was how oral history survived -- put into rhyme to
make it easier to remember. She knows.”
Equally as captivating is the Cold House’s reaction to Force
Projection International performing “a series of small current tests across the
mineral pan.” Initially innocent, and simply part of a checklist in order for
the scientists to get paid, this experiment shows just how gruesomely fatal Brigid’s
miscalculations can be by causing one of the nearby FPI assets to be unceremoniously
torn to shreds by giant claws composed of blindingly white energy…
Gratuitously drawn by Declan Shalvey, without a single syllable being uttered, this ten-panel soundless sequence genuinely appears to be pencilled in order to replicate the stuff of nightmares, as heavily-whiskered Bob Gristle has his skin ripped from his face, his tongue gouged out of a mutilated mouth, and his entrails pulled from the man’s still pain-wracked, breathing torso. In fact, the entire scene, which ends with all the corpse’s meat being somehow dragged through the earth by the savage spriggans, appears to have been a disconcerting labour of love for the Irish comic book artist.
Gratuitously drawn by Declan Shalvey, without a single syllable being uttered, this ten-panel soundless sequence genuinely appears to be pencilled in order to replicate the stuff of nightmares, as heavily-whiskered Bob Gristle has his skin ripped from his face, his tongue gouged out of a mutilated mouth, and his entrails pulled from the man’s still pain-wracked, breathing torso. In fact, the entire scene, which ends with all the corpse’s meat being somehow dragged through the earth by the savage spriggans, appears to have been a disconcerting labour of love for the Irish comic book artist.
nice post
ReplyDeleteThanks Johny. Much appreciated.
DeleteMay have to pick this one up.
ReplyDeleteHmmm... This is certainly one of the series' better issues, Phil.
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