Within it's badly photo-shopped cover, Get in the Ring devotes 26 pages to strips and stories featuring Peter Doree's favoured axe-wielding members of 'Rock Royalty' in imaginary scenarios. There's Let's Go Hunting with James Hetfield and Ted Nugent, Breakfast Time with Iron Maiden and Living Life on the Edge... with Rush.
Its lowbrow comedy stuff, leave your brain behind when reading and if possible, seal all windows and doors, so that the smell of unlaundered Donnington 'Monsters of Rock' T-shirts best compliments the thin throb of testosterone at work in the pages you're holding.
Don't get me wrong. I like Rawk music. I even like 'Rockumentaries'. It's just that reading stories about Bruce Dickinson taking a pee are plain unfunny. And tiresome.
The artwork functions passably. Peter Doree draws well enough so you at least recognise who the characters are meant to be, but the portraits are let down by clunky action and some of the bizarrest foreshortening I've ever seen. What is this, a comic about celebrity mutants?
That might well have been a funnier premise for a comic than the stuff on display here.
In a nutshell? Unnecessary.
Mardou