Anywho. About 1 year ago (Seriously – one year ago.), I reviewed this comic/CD combination called Spurs. I loved it. It was this thing that was like Twin Peaks and Merle Haggert, a little bit funked up, and a little confusing . . . nd it was good.
I never looked back. A year passed. I had moved on and assumed the artists did, as well.
And then, my editor asked for a review of the next one. I’m not going to lie – the biggest criticism I have of #2.2 (Why not #2? Dunno – just go with it and think of England.) is that it has been one year! Putting the two back together was a challenge. And, upon reviewing #1, which was complicated and awesome and weird, I had to basically reread the whole thing just to get back into it. I’m not lying when I say I resented this.
#2.2 is good. So is the accompanying music. The music is evolved. It’s Crash Test Dummies and Foo Fighters and Toad the Wet Sprocket in a blender. Blended mostly with slow base and a country twang. It’s nice. It matches the comic, and the idea that the two should be drunk together, like a gin and tonic, is correct.
It takes work. I can recommend #2.2 wholeheartedly – so long as you’ve got #1 nearby. The stories meld and transform and mess you up a little. They range from fun/funny to straight horrific and they leave gaps. Big gaps. And, you need to catch up. If you’ve got #1, you need #2.2. If you don’t have #1, you’re lost without it.
The comic is good. The story is rougher, sharper, and “bleedier.” More gritty. The art is better, and there are a couple of panels I’d want in poster form (specifically her eyes. HER EYES!). So, nice work. Hurry up on the next one, because #3.3 in October 2016 is asking a lot – but you know I’ll read it anyway.