This comic has done a terrible thing to me. It has turned me into someone who
wonders how Arts Council money is distributed. This issue, distributed
by Slab-o-Concrete and funded by the National Lottery via the
Arts Council hardly seems the kind of flagship comic worthy of such an honour.
Certainly the money has been put to good use in terms of the American comic format
and glossy cover. In its choice of artists and writers the judgement is less certain.
This issue is split into three stories again. The first relates an adventure
of spiritual discovery by a French painter in Spain on the outbreak of the Civil
War. The second covers the decline and fall of a derivative and talentless rock
star. The final story features the promise and failings of punk in a story of
a schoolboy bully meeting his childhood victim.
Out of these only the punk story is really up to expectations with the story
successfully hinting at a deeper moral and blending well with the vivid art style.
In contrast the Godflesh; the rock story, is a complete failure. Hey the
music industry consumes itself, rock stars tend to be self-loving arseholes who
steal as much talent as they possess. If you needed to know this then watch Pop
Idol instead because it is both more informative and, god forbid, more entertaining.
The just leaves The Other Side to make or break the book. The art is
strong with an intensity of rich detail skilfully contained within the panel;
challenging the eye but not over-powering it. Sadly the writing simply does not
match up and merely offers tired and obvious symbolism with bland generic formula.
Salvador Dali, Stormtroopers in stockings and the cross and the swastika turn
up. There is no sense of time or place nor any real conviction in anything it
portrays. The basic idea is that a visiting French painter is surprised by a Dali-like
"spirit of Spain" figure who then wages a surrealist war on the Modernist
school exposing the path of Progress to the spectre of Fascism before abandoning
the painter to an irate peasant mob. It could have been a good idea but there
seems to be no real effort to engage with the views of the inter-war year movements
and instead we are presented with an obtuse fairy story that relies on cliché
alone.
In the end Stars and Gutters seems to be one of those projects that
needs grant money to survive. Not in commercial terms but to overcome its lack
of ambition and ability.
Robert Rees
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