Lord Alfred Zango is an excellent addition to the pantheon of underachieving super villains.

This looked good, but upon reading it I couldn’t care less. Banal, advertises hugely more than it can deliver.

Excellent. Highly recommended.

Poorly written. Art isn’t bad. Perhaps this is someone’s cup of thea, but it ain’t mine.

I really don’t have much to say about this other than that I really, really liked it. It’s difficult to say why. It had a grittiness that I take to be, perhaps, the British impression:interpretation:homage-to of what Olde Timey Comic Books from the US of A were like. And yet it has an ineffable lock-stock-and-two-smoking-barrels/layer cake sensibility to it. I give it two thumbs up! (!!)

Also: Alfred Chinnard rocks.