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I love this tag line: "You Have a Choice: Timeless Freedom or Eternal Control. Which Side Are You On?" Here's a group of oddities (or maybe you might want to call them subversive heroes) that fit in well with the times: King Mob, a bald psychic guy with a nose ring; Ragged Robin, a witch in a clown face (and a body that would clear out a rectory!); Boy, ex-cop and hot babe who does karate like Jean-Claude; Lord Fanny, a beautiful transvestite with Shaman powers; and Jack, a foul-mouthed British punk who thinks he's the Buddha of the future. No, this is not the registration committee for a sci-fi convention; it's a futuristic rogue cell and occult terrorist team that kicks Big Brother derrieres. What you need to understand is that since the inception of civilization, a race of preterdimensional antibeings known as the Archons have been secretly manipulating human development and human conscience. For what purpose, you might ask? To trigger the Apocalypse! Hence, the avant-garde adventure begins, launching our fashion-conscious tactical assault squad into a crackling story line that couldn't be more hip in this entertainment age of "X-Files"/conspiracy-theory/alternative-appeal/postpunk vogue sensibility. (Just imagine Navy SEAL Team Six with cabalistic powers and body piercings. Oh, and they're essentially anarchists.)
Let me first say that here, in spite of very good artwork, the writing's the thing, and when you read this, you'll completely understand why Grant Morrison (named Entertainment Weekly's "Comic Book Savant") pretty much exists as the Rolls-Royce of comic writing. Comic stories of this caliber are as scarce today as autographed Lovecraft books; Morrison perceives the form and function of this realm of the genre as if he invented it himself, and that's why he's so successful. (For those interested, check out Pocket Books's paperback anthology Hotter Blood, wherein Morrison pens his very first short prose story, "The Braille Encyclopedia," and turns out one of the finest short horror works of the '90s). And here, in Bloody Hell in America, Morrison further weaves his expertise of characterization and plot into a series opus of liquid software, conspiracy continuums, business contracts with aliens, biological robots, and AIDS manufactured by the military-industrial complex. Take my word for it! It's time to shave your head, pop in those nose rings, and get ready to rock!