Well, 'Goliath and Goliath' really, according to the press! For 'Martillo' has just got the loveliest review
imaginable over on Down the Tubes, courtesy of dear Owen Watts. Check it out here.
What I particularly enjoyed about Owen’s sparkling prose was how bloomin’ insightful
the review was – it’s funny to think that I’ve now written enough small-press comics
that I’ve got an identifiable style or obvious area of interest. According to
Owen, I tend towards: “Insane cultural & historical mash-ups – and
ludicrously ambitious set pieces” – and you know what? It’s pretty hard to
argue with that. Thanks, Owen!
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Friday, 26 June 2015
Monday, 15 June 2015
Hammer of Foxes
It’s been awful quiet on the ol’ blog of late. Too quiet.
Which of course means there’s doings a-transpiring / rumblings on the horizon /
axes being sharpened in the basement / a tube of green, sentient, Satanic liquid
taking control of worms, Alice Cooper and the low things of the Earth.
Sorry, went a bit ‘Prince of Darkness’ there. But speaking
of the forces of El Diablo, I wanted to share this smashing piece of ‘Martillo’
fan art I was sent by the lovely Owen Watts of Psychedelic Journal fame –
knowing that your work has inspired a fellow small-presser to a spate of
creativity is a real reward.
Looks like it was worth starting work on the ‘Martillo’
spin-off after all...
Enjoy.
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| SPLURGGTHH! |
Saturday, 26 April 2014
The Man Who Taught the Boy Who Invented Anti-Time
They say it’s best to draw on your own experiences when writing. Well, ‘The Psychedelic Journal of Time Travel #3’ is out, and my story therein, ‘The Boy Who Invented Anti-Time’, is 25% autobiographical. To wit, the first page, set in a classroom, happened pretty much as depicted. (Well, apart from one little universe-dissolving, time-imploding detail.) If you’re wondering which character represents me in this tale of a boy’s greasy brain leaking concepts that were never meant to be leaked, I’ll leave you to figure that out for yourself.
For this one, I team up once more with the mighty art-machine David Broughton, but this time in full lurid colour. We’ve even had a lovely early write-up from review-fiend Steve Hargett, who says:
A classroom and a boy with ideas that could end the world, universe and everything. Excellent concept that really delivers. Bold and engaging art with very well thought out lettering.
Cheers, Steve! But the real praise of course belongs to editorial gurus Owen Watts and Geoffrey Crescent, who, when not busy dancing madly backwards (on a sea of air), have pulled off an utter blinder in compiling this spectactular small-press organ, as consistent in quality as you’d expect from the cornucopia of talented folks involved. You know what to do, comics-buying public! Here’s where to go.
Oh, and as for Carl Pearce's cover - there are no words. Unbelievably brilliant. (Ok, so there're two words at least.) Feast them peepers...
Sunday, 16 March 2014
I Wanna Be Collected – The Spencer Nero Compendium
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| Cover by Dave Candlish, colours by Jim Cameron |
It’s been two-and-a-half years (!) since Spencer Nero first made his lion-thumping, skull-perforating debut in PARAGON #9. Now, all eleven stories to date have been collected into a single hefty tome (you could club a Nazi to death with it!) documenting Spencer’s two-fisted pulp adventures in the year 1936! What’s more, the collection (subtitled ‘By Jupiter’s Jockstrap!’) also includes my original pitch for the series, as well as bonus sketches by James Corcoran from the ‘White Spider’ story, and a foreword from Spencer himself, in which he reveals his... interesting views on comic-books and their readers.
Here’s the complete contents and the credits:
1: Spencer Nero and
the Island of the Naztecs – (6 pages) – Dave Candlish, lettering by HdE
2: Spencer Nero and the White Spider (7 pages) – James
Corcoran, lettering by John Caliber
3: Spencer Nero and the Hidden Olympics (7 pages ) – pencils
by Mike Kennedy, inks by Dave Candlish, lettering by John Caliber
4: Spencer Nero Goes South (8 pages) – James Corcoran,
lettering by John Caliber
5: Spencer Nero and the Ruthless Rhymer (2 pages) – Neil
“Bhuna” Roche, lettering by Nikki Foxrobot
6: Spencer Nero and the Locked Door (9 pages) – James
Corcoran, lettering by John Caliber
7: Spencer Nero and the Chairman of the Board (9-page prose
story) - spot illustrations by Dave Candlish
8: Spencer Nero and the Hour of the Heron (2 pages) – Dave
Candlish, lettering by John Caliber
9: Spencer Nero and the Antechamber (2 pages) – pencils by
Tom Newell, inks by Dave Candlish, lettering by John Caliber
10: Spencer Nero and Mrs. Simpson (8 pages) – Stephen
Prestwood, lettering by Filippo
11: Spencer Nero and the Last Laugh (1 page) – David
Broughton, lettering by Owen Watts
Phew! Quite a murderer's row of small-press talent! What more is
there to say, apart from...
By Jupiter’s jockstrap - buy Jupiter’s Jockstrap! (Or buy
Jupiter’s digital jockstrap here.)
Vale!
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Saturday, 28 September 2013
Our Friends in the North (and Spain.)
‘The Psychedelic Journal of Time Travel’ has been unearthed from down the back of the space-time
sofa and unleashed upon an unsuspecting world – well, maybe not that
unsuspecting, given that svengali, editor and all-round good egg Owen Watts has
a bit of a track record when it comes to such peculiar pamphlets. The panel
shown features my favourite line from ‘Stand and Relive Her’, the story I did
with Bruno Stahl – it makes about as much sense out of context as it does in.
(Letters by the fire-walking Dave Evans, aka Bolt-01.) The Journal has already garnered a couple of strong reviews - over on Everything Comes Back to 2000AD, self-reputed pasty-aficionado and demi-droid Pete Wells
says of ‘Stand...’:
A fun, nostalgia ridden
assassination of the fad-filled, Tory dominated 1980s. A clever little script
that had me smiling throughout and glorious art make this another stand out
tale.
Whilst in his review, blogger Steve Hargett says:
The 80s are back… Oh lummee! Bold and
colourful and poking very irreverent fun at the 80s.
Which is jolly nice of both these lovely chaps. Get your mitts on the
Journal over here. There are some superb stories in it.
Meanwhile, in other unrelated news, ‘Martillo: Devil-Smiter’
is back on track. The final pieces are at last in place for this 52-page
collection of fierce Spanish priest stories, created by myself and artist David Broughton. It won’t be too long before it manifests its ungodly presence in YOUR
world. Brace yourselves!
Saturday, 15 June 2013
Psychedelic Stirs (or: I’ll Tell You What I Want, What I Really, Really Want...)
As I have doubtless noted in the past, the catalyst for my
attempts at this comic-writing lark was the demented vulpine mechanism known as
Owen Watts, and his Dr. WTF?! anthology. Well, Dr. WTF?! has morphed into ThePsychedelic Journal of Time Travel, and with its second issue (not quite sure
when it’s out – end of August?) I make my return to its welcoming bosom. This
time, I’m teamed up with the stunningly talented Bruno Stahl, whose work has
previously graced the pages of Zarjaz. Instead of presenting a preview panel, I’m
showing off a beautifully painted pic of the main cast, which I believe Bruno
did before sinking his talons into the story proper.
Anyway, if you want to feast your eyes on more of Bruno’s
gorgeous fully-painted output, pop over here.
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Dr. WTF?! 2012 - Page-By-Page Commentary
Over on his blog, Louis Carter has posted a wonderful entry
that reveals the creative process behind his art for our Dr. WTF?! 2012 story.
I know I'm biased, but his post makes for a bloody good read, and the more I
find out about his approach, the more I am blown away by his attention to
detail. Anyway, here's a bit about the genesis of the story from my
perspective, and a similar page-by-page commentary.
Page 5:
Hauptmann Who points commandingly at Jimi, who obliges by jamming on his guitar and singing of his devotion to the Hauptmann. Jimi should be throwing some kind of rock god shapes as he does so, while in the background the primal atom throbs away and the kaleidoscopic primordial void creates hallucinogenic patterns, like some atmospheric sound-to-light programme.
You will notice the lack of nudity, quasi-dimensional snogging, stereo-genitalia or singular spherical objects of a non-primal-atom nature. Basically, I wanted 'em to go out on a song, and use the famous Hendrix mondegreen in the process. A private rock'n'roll concert at the dawn of time - what could be more overblown? But Louis... naughty, naughty Louis wanted to show us what 'free vent' really means. As a result, both my Dr. WTF?! scripts now end with the main character about to indulge in acts of carnality. But let's be clear - this is the kind of collaboration I like. Er... not pre-historical misbehaviour, but where the artist takes the writer's script and gives free vent to his own ideas. I take it as a massive compliment that Louis felt the story was worth putting his own stamp on in such a way. Didn't stop my jaw dropping when I read the thing, mind!
And that's your lot. This was one of my favourite comic collaborations, because Louis brought so much to it, and gave it a colourful beauty greater than it probably deserves. A word (or several) also needs to be said for Owen Watts's lettering - I bloody love that man's sound effects! (Oh, and several more words need said for that man's remarkable skill in organising and putting together the whole smashing anthology!) Hope you enjoyed the story, or were at least suitably disturbed.
From the outset, despite a creeping residual paranoia that
someone out there would think I actually approved of his views, there was never
any doubt in my head that this new Doctor would be a Nazi. As such, the story
would be one of excess, with everything turned up to 11, featuring insanity on a grand scale. I later came up
with the idea that the Doctor liked Nazism so much because it reminded him of
Gallifrey - lots of middle-aged men dressing up in fancy costumes and issuing
edicts. (Indeed, there was a line in the first draft of the script to that
effect, but it got cut for space reasons, and 'cos editor Owen Watts rightly wanted
to limit references to 'proper' Who continuity / chronology.) So, if my
protagonist was a Nazi, who could his opponents be? There really wasn't much
choice - I had to go for the dialectic opposite of Fascism, in the form of Communism.
(I think I was also applying 'Battle' comic logic - when they ran 'Hellman of
Hammer Force' and 'Death Squad', two strips with German protagonists, the
characters generally ended up fighting the Russians, so that readers wouldn't
get irate if they saw them triumphing over the British.) Anyway, here's how it
all went:
Page 1:
Hauptmann Who is, in a very, very tangential way, kinda
sorta based on a guy who taught me Film Studies at university. He wasn't a Nazi
(as far as I am aware) but he did want to be seen as pretty rock 'n' roll,
despite being a kind of authority-figure, and occupying a not-particularly-rock
'n'roll position in life. He wore a long black leather jacket, jeans (with
turn-ups), DM boots and black t-shirts. The t-shirt here is one of many
examples where Louis improved on my ideas - I originally wanted an umlaut over
a question mark in blackletter font (as used by Motorhead for their logo.)
Louis instead shifted it underneath, where it also serves the function of
making the whole symbol look... well, slightly rude. I very specifically wanted
the character to actually be named 'Who' in the story -A) in tribute to the
Amicus Dr. Who movies B) in tribute to the William Hartnell story 'The War
Machines' ("Doctor Who is required... bring him here.") and C) 'cos 'Who'
is such an intrinsically funny sound.
Jimi Von Hendricks,
the Hauptmann's partner, went through a couple of script incarnations before I
was happy with him. He was inspired by a mod for the game 'Grand Theft Auto:
San Andreas'. The lead character in said game, CJ, is African-American, but
apparently white bigots, keen to enjoy a spot of gang-banging, couldn't
tolerate playing as a black man. Therefore, they created a modified version of
the game for themselves, in which the main character was white, but everything
else was the same. You have to laugh at these people, you really do. That was
the original concept for Jimi - that he
literally WAS Jimi Hendrix, but made white by Nazi science, so that racists
could enjoy rock 'n' roll without feeling like hypocrites. However, at some
level, the idea of visiting such an injustice upon Jimi started to offend me,
so instead I decided that the real Jimi's talent had been transplanted into the
body of a no-hope, poodle-permed glam-rocker instead (and Jimi disposed of.)
Louis took the transplant theme quite literally, hence the stitching on Jimi's
forehead. Given rock 'n' roll's undeniably black origins, it seemed suitably ironic that bigots woud want to appropriate it.
I do not know (or can't remember) why I picked the asteroid
belt to become Communist. I definitely wanted a celestial body to do so, showing
Hauptmann Who found the ideology so insidious that it could literally infect
inanimate objects on a massive scale. I discovered there were lots of different
types of asteroid, of different chemical composition, and then it all made sense.
The phrase 'reich und roll' was stolen from the band
Carnivore's song 'Jesus Hitler' (by the late Peter Steele of Type O Negative).
It was about what might happen if Jesus and Hitler both got reincarnated in the
same body. It was therefore the trigger for the 'Marley Luther Lenin' idea on
Page 3. (More of that when we get there.)
Page 2:
"You are the Masteroid!" is almost my favourite
line in the whole thing. As previous blog posts may have indicated, I am easily
amused by my own wordplay.
Germania - Many will be aware that Hitler did plan to
reconstruct Berlin as Welthauptstadt (World Capital) Germania, designed by
architect Albert Speer. A few elements of this reconstruction project were
successfully completed, but the fortunes of war pretty much put an end to it.
Not here!
World War Minus One and the Forever-Fuhrer: Well, if you had
time-travel, why not win wars before they start, therefore preventing them from
ever happening, in some ridiculous temporal paradox? (So much for no triumphing over the British then.) Likewise, I could imagine
that Hitler would have found some way to exist concurrently in multiple
different forms, like some crazy eternal version of the triple-goddess Morrigan
from Irish mythology. Of course, the Former-Fuhrer was just a baby, the
Flux-Fuhrer was in disarray, and the Future-Fuhrer dead, so every incarnation
epitomised a sense of helplessness. Some people don't like Hitler being used as
a figure of fun, but personally, I think relentless mockery is probably the
best way to demean his memory.
Page 3:
Marley Luther Lenin was originally just Martin Luther Lenin,
on the fairly obvious basis that the ultimate enemy of Hauptmann Who would have
to be both non-white, pro-equality, and a Communist. Bob Marley was added to
the mix for yet another musical angle, to allow me to give the character
dreadlocks with impunity, and to bang in some more excess.
"Never wear anything that panics the cat." - This
is my favourite line in the story. I originally just wanted to have the
Future-Fuhrer give some completely irrelevant fashion advice (I think he's gone
senile), and then I stumbled upon this P.J. O'Rourke quote.
Einstein and Laika - Einstein was certainly no fan of Nazism
or capitalism, and was accused of being a Communist on more than one occasion.
He was definitely a socialist. As for why his head is floating in space, I am
convinced this hails from one of my frequent influences, cartoonist Gary
Larson, who once drew the crew of the Starship Enterprise trying to cope with
the floating head of Zsa Zsa Gabor. As for the canine pilot, well, I like dogs,
basically. I am full of nothing but total and utter contempt for those that
took a lovely little dog like Laika and shot her into space to die. I'd shoot
the bastards into space myself, given the chance. So here she is, salvaged from
an alternate timeline and still loyal to a regime that is happy to sacrifice
her yet again for their own ends. No matter who's in charge or what the
ideology, dogs (and nature in general) always get the short straw (look at
Hitler's dog Blondie) - but dogs love us irrespective.
"Now there's a novelty!" is one of comedian Eric
Morecambe's less-prominent catchphrases, coined by writer Eddie Braben. I often
feel the temptation to slip lines or paraphrased lines from 'Morecambe and
Wise' into my scripts.
I sort of think of this as the 'Yellow Submarine' page.
(It's Jimi's trousers that do it.) To my eyes it is probably Louis's greatest
triumph in the whole story. I think the way he turns panels four and five into
a beyond-the-panel-limits free-floating psychedelic experience is so much
cleverer and more fitting than anything I'd have come up with. It expertly
conveys the nature of existence before the regular rules of existence kicked in.
The idea of time-travelling to the Big Bang (and calling it 'Event One') is a
direct lift from Dr. Who - 'Castrovalva', one of my favourite Who stories.
"That didn't happen, Jimi!" - The odd things is,
because he can time-travel and has created an alternate timeline, it may not
have done. But he's probably just in denial.Page 5:
Too much dialogue as I struggle to cram everything in. And
another Motorhead reference! ('Eat the rich!') Well, Lemmy is known for
collecting Nazi memorabilia.
The final panels. Yes, quite. I am only partially to be credited (or
blamed) for these. Louis took something implicit (the homoerotic friction
between the two leads, and the associations implicit in the phrase 'Give free
vent to your love for me!') and, well, less ran with it, more hit Mach 3! Here
is the script as was originally written (the dialogue is the same):Hauptmann Who points commandingly at Jimi, who obliges by jamming on his guitar and singing of his devotion to the Hauptmann. Jimi should be throwing some kind of rock god shapes as he does so, while in the background the primal atom throbs away and the kaleidoscopic primordial void creates hallucinogenic patterns, like some atmospheric sound-to-light programme.
You will notice the lack of nudity, quasi-dimensional snogging, stereo-genitalia or singular spherical objects of a non-primal-atom nature. Basically, I wanted 'em to go out on a song, and use the famous Hendrix mondegreen in the process. A private rock'n'roll concert at the dawn of time - what could be more overblown? But Louis... naughty, naughty Louis wanted to show us what 'free vent' really means. As a result, both my Dr. WTF?! scripts now end with the main character about to indulge in acts of carnality. But let's be clear - this is the kind of collaboration I like. Er... not pre-historical misbehaviour, but where the artist takes the writer's script and gives free vent to his own ideas. I take it as a massive compliment that Louis felt the story was worth putting his own stamp on in such a way. Didn't stop my jaw dropping when I read the thing, mind!
And that's your lot. This was one of my favourite comic collaborations, because Louis brought so much to it, and gave it a colourful beauty greater than it probably deserves. A word (or several) also needs to be said for Owen Watts's lettering - I bloody love that man's sound effects! (Oh, and several more words need said for that man's remarkable skill in organising and putting together the whole smashing anthology!) Hope you enjoyed the story, or were at least suitably disturbed.
Sunday, 13 May 2012
May Triarchy
"April is the least-blogged month", as T.S. Elliot
almost wrote in an early draft of 'The Wasteland'. Well, it was for me anyway.
But now May is upon us, and no less than three separate new tales of mine are
either already released or on the verge of being so.
The first, and in many ways the most personal to me, is a
tale called 'Lay On, Macduff', appearing in Lizzie and Conor Boyle's new
small-town themed anthology 'Disconnected'. This fine publication heralds the start of Lizzie and
Conor's new publishing venture, Disconnected Press, and I was genuinely
honoured to be approached for a script contribution for the first issue. As I
type this, 'Disconnected' is making its debut at the Bristol Comic Expo 2012,
complete with a cracking, somewhat Ben Templesmith-y cover by comics pro Matt Timson. (Coincidentally, I won his complete 'Impaler' series in one of the
2000AD forum short story competitions a while back - gorgeous stuff.) My artistic partner for this is Gavin Mitchell, winner
of the recent 2000AD pitch-fest, and a rare talent indeed. His work is hugely stylish
and atmospheric: we can expect BIG things of this gentleman! Our story is set,
as the title implies, in the north-east Scottish fishing town of Macduff, which
is where my father and the Meldrum clan in general hail from. Macduff's most
famous citizen is a man called Walford Bodie, the 'Electric Wizard of the North',
an international stage-magician and hypnotist, who inspired Houdini and was
even satirised by Charlie Chaplin. Without spoiling any plot details, Bodie is
the star of 'Lay On, Macduff', and during this historical tale he becomes embroiled in
eerie events in his home town.
The second tale is very different but also on sale in
Bristol - it's my collaboration with Louis Carter for Dr WTF?! 2012. Yup, Nazi
timelord Hauptmann Who stars in 'The Reich Stuff', a frankly ridiculous tale of
the Infinite Reich, silicon-based communism and gestalt reincarnation, all
wrapped up in a decidedly purple haze. I think this might be the oddest thing
I've ever written - I'm certainly very happy with the result, in large part due
to Louis's unbelievably superb art. His colours in particular were just glorious. Working with Louis was definitely a really
great collaboration - as his various blog entries on the subject show, he put
an enormous amount of thought into every artistic aspect of the strip, and
constantly took my ideas and ran with them, coming up with his own psychedelic
or Fortean twists, and at one stage making something implicit in the story
decidedly explicit - let's just say that when I saw the last few panels, my jaw
dropped. I'll do a full self-indulgent 'director's commentary' on the story, as I did
for Dr WTF?! 2011 in due course.
The third tale - well, Paragon #10 looms, and that can only
mean a healthy dose of Spencer Nero is imminent. In this one, he attempts to
climb the dreaded north face of the Eiger, in a Heinrich Harrer-inspired yarn
called 'Spencer Nero and the White Spider'. Art duties this time around go to James Corcoran, who has also blogged extensively on this strip. As is also the
case with Louis and Gavin, I count myself really lucky to have been able to
collaborate with such a talented artist as James - his work is just remarkable
and, to my mind, has captured that tricky balance between ridiculous and sinister
that I hoped Spencer Nero might achieve. Not a tale for arachnophobes, I'll say
that much: something in James's style really gives things a Lovecraftian edge.
More on this one when it's finally released.
Anyway, it's back to work. This collection of Martillo
stories I'm intending on publishing won't write itself, y'know...
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Friday, 17 February 2012
¡ Vete Al Infierno !
Temple APA #10 is out (with a cracking cover from the mighty Malcolm Kirk), and within its varied virtual pages lurks an odd little story by myself and collaborator David Broughton (with lettery goodness fresh from the fragrant fingers of foxy Owen Watts.) As indicated previously, the story is the debut of a man called Martillo, a grim-faced Spanish priest with a skull-busting past and penchant for a very specific form of defenestration.
Download the pdf HERE, bask in David B.'s ridiculous talent, and then gasp in amazement when you realised he rustled up the art for this in less than a fortnight.
As for the origins of the story, well... many years ago, I was introduced to the violent and often extremely funny films of Spanish director Álex de la Iglesia, whose work I loved, to the extent I'm frequently seen sporting an 'Accion Mutante' t-shirt in tribute to his first film. One particular highlight was 'El Dia De La Bestia' (The Day of the Beast), in which a Catholic priest struggles to avert what he believes will be the modern reincarnation of the Anti-Christ. To achieve this end, he begins sinning as vigorously as he can in the hope of being allowed into the Devil's confidence. The film ends with the surviving characters in Retiro Park, next to a famous statue of Lucifer. I was absolutely fascinated by the notion that Madrid had a statue of the Devil on public display, and when I finally paid the city a visit, I made a beeline for said monument.
Whilst Martillo himself has little in common with the film's main character, aside from their mutual profession, the presence of that infernal statue was very much the inspiration for the strip. What a wicked place Madrid must be if it celebrated its sins so publically! Likewise, Martillo's unique approach to exorcism was derived from Spain's reputation, deserved or otherwise, for being every-so-slightly lacking in concern for animal welfare. Martillo, as you will have noticed, has no concern for anyone's individual welfare - an ends-justifies-the-means type, he is firmly in the mould of Doomlord from 'Eagle' in his approach to fighting evil.
Will he return? He may indeed. I certainly like the idea of digging into Spain's occult history and juxtaposing that with the state of the country under the Franco regime. A fertile setting indeed...
...for evil!
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