To start with, Hercule is an extremely good cartoonist. He's developed his own reality, peopled by surreal, ugly but visually compelling characters that, thanks to his expert line work, just leap off the page.
Unfortunately, he's nowhere near as good a writer. None of the strips here really work convincingly, and some aren't really strips at all, more stream of consciousness pages of unconnected panels. Worse; too much of this book is filler, with pages of spoof articles that just aren't funny enough to engage.
But there are instances when Hercule's weird style works: The 50's style letters page, the 'official signals', the rappers telling us the revolution has already been televised (while you were watching Eastenders). This is all good stuff, but there just ain't enough of it.
I wanted to like this, as I really do like the art, but unfortunately, it just doesn't have enough focus.
Pete Doreé