This week's pull list comes to us from Steve, let us know yours in the comments:
Paul Jenkins’ Deathmatch is one of the books that has seen me through my first year here at Comic Bastards, and I’ve enjoyed pretty much every issue of this Boom series with particular vim. In its early going, it was one of the most robust examples of superhero-pastiche universe building I’ve ever seen, but last issue really turned a narrative corner for the series. While the outcome of this externally-imposed, no-holds-barred gladiatorial superhero ruckus may not be as “meta” as I was hoping for, I’m still positively titillated to see where it goes from here. Sharp yet circuitous writing and a wealth of textured art from Carlos Magno are sure to accompany part 12, making it an easy pull for me. For all the folks out there who aren’t butt-hurt when it comes to superhero comics, I suggest you grab Deathmatch’s second volume trade to catch up as well, since it’s also out this week.
Justice League 3000 #1
In their late-80s run of Justice League International, Keith Giffen and J.M. DeMatteis helped redefine an age of superhero comics for me. And look, I know it’s asking a lot for lightning to strike twice, but I can’t help but be excited for this book, which will take our New 52 Leaguers and shunt them into the far-flung future for reasons, as yet, unknown. I’m really hoping this duo can chase up some of their old tandem magic for this book and finally give us a good Justice League story again. The art from Howard Porter helps sweeten this deal for me. It seems like the solid, grindstone stuff a book like this needs, and is goddamn gorgeous from what I’ve seen so far. However, it isn’t alone my nostalgia and the promise of the slick new threads that excites me so much about this title. Not to spoil it with any blatant rumor-talk, but I for one hope this is the venue in which DC finally flops out its “Wally.” If you “know” what I “mean.”
Doc Savage #1
Amongst the rich and storied pantheon of comic book divinity, I must admit that I’ve never prayed at the temple of Doc Savage. Maybe it’s because this character has a legacy that stretches back to 1933; I dunno, but I’ve never tried to approach a book with him in it before. That changes now, with this, Dynamite’s #1 relaunch issue. I’ve only brushed shoulders with Chris Roberson’s writing in Edison Rex to know it’s good stuff, and Bilquis Evely’s art may remain a wildcard for me, but that clearly Steranko-esque cover by Alex Ross is enough to get my panties off for my virgin voyage into this property. (Mental note: edit that last part out.)
Superior Foes of Spider-Man #6
Now this book right here is just fucking delightful. I know a bunch of the other Bastards, like a lot of you kids out there, flat-out hate what’s been going on with Dr. Spidocderpuss recently, and I get that. However, despite its family name, this book is a different beast. Initially taking on a sort of “Hawkeye with super-villains” approach, writer Nick Spencer and artist Steve Lieber have breathed their own graphic voice into this book, and it is a goddamn riot each issue as we watch insecure D-level Spidey rogues try to live up to their own worn hype. Plus, the “villain” (if there is such a thing in a book about villains) is going to be SIlvermane’s head on a Tyco monster truck. That renders any arguments against its purchase invalid.
Okay, I admit, I’ll be picking up this one out of sheer, morbid curiosity. Even though comic book and wrestling fandoms often do (like incestuous venn diagrams in ill-fitting spandex) bump, grind and cross over into each other, there have been - at least in my own living memory - very few good mainstream wrestling-related comic books. I think I read one a couple of years ago where Mankind stopped an Undertaker-plotted apocalypse with chair shots. Now, as amazing as that premise may sound, it really, really wasn’t. The only thing making me look forward to this book slightly more than an Earthquake/Typhoon dogging session is the fact that wrestling legend and multi-accolade-garnering author Mick Foley is penning it for publisher Super Genius. I still don’t trust this whole “wrestling-meets-noir nouveau crime caper” as far as I can throw it, and if it doesn’t introduce a character named “Suplexicon,” I’m immediately tapping out. And yet, my unnerving interest in this title is destined to get the better of me.
Death Sentence #3
Titan Comics has landed an impressive coup with the stable of books it has been able to amass over the past year, and Monty Nero and Mike Dowling’s Death Sentence is amongst the cream of the publisher’s crop. The book’s main conceit - what if superpowers were a sexually transmitted disease that would make you burn your brightest before burning you out completely in a few months - is a fascinating one, and has been treated with great character-driven constraint over its nubile run thus far. The different forces at play - most of them diseased and disenfranchised British youth - have still yet to converge, but it’s coming (pun intended) and there is something sincerely sinister beginning break out (again, intended) here. I can’t wait to see where the creative team take this truly infectious story going forward.