I’ve looked forward to every issue of This Damned Band with each passing month almost more so than any other comic, because it’s radically different than many comics out there and done exceedingly well. The writing (Paul Cornell) is clever and cheeky, working both as sharp satire and character-driven comedy athletically jumping the gap between genres without falling into a pit of convolution. The art (Tony Parker) is wonderfully alive, capturing a vitality that borders the line between the realistic and ridiculous gracefully.
That isn’t to say I wasn’t dreading reading Issue #6. I was. I wanted it to be not only good, but great. I felt that anything less than extraordinary would be a letdown. The end of Issue #5 admittedly didn’t leave me feeling confident.
I shouldn’t have been worried. The series has followed a satanic heavy metal band humorously called Motherfather, the sanitized way of saying that someone has relations with a mom, as they make a behind-the-scenes documentary of one of their tours and alarmingly get pulled into an actual satanic plot. The story is part rock band satire, part love letter to said rock bands, part devilish occult story, and part mystery.
Issue #6 gloriously and with the ease of creator and artist and colorist (Lovern Kindzierski) and all else involved working at the top of their games ties up all the loose ends storywise while also tying up all the genres into a luminescent bow. It was beyond satisfying. I grinned, I laughed, and surprisingly couldn’t hold back an “aw” at one of the story threads that left me saddened a couple of issues ago.
A quick word about Kindzierski. The first splash page alone is colored so wonderfully that if it was a rock album cover, it would be remembered in pop culture for a long time.
If you haven’t read this and you want something that you will remember as being a high point in comics in 2015 (and a little of 2016), then do yourself a favor and read this book.