One word review: Bebe! -sniff-
Cover: Not for me, I'm afraid.
Nerve Centre: Tordelback's predictions of the return of triple-breasted journos bear delicious fruit.
Dredd: So few pages, so much arsom. Ah Sinfield, pissing off Joe Dredd is one thing, pissing off PJ Maybe is another... Crossing Dredd you know an appointment with the Resyk conveyor is only a matter of time, but with PJ they'll probably have to seal your bubbling remains in plasteel and fire it into the heart of the sun. Sexy Hershey is sexy.
Stickleback: Black armbands all round this week. Great payoff on a great setup.
Terror Tale: Yet more puzzlement ensues as to why Bagwell doesn't have his own Vertigo book. A dense, well-observed and sumptuously rendered tale. Best TT for a good while.
ABC Warriors: Ro-Ger, Blackblood and Mek Quake are brilliantly funny, everything else makes me twitch like a Gloady testicle in an A&E waiting room. In an effort to give Mills an nth chance, I had a quick scan over The Shadow Warriors trade down the library, and sure enough the stuff with Juanita, Joe and the President, and the peculiarities of the city and its rulers, all follow on clearly from that earlier fun tale. Unfortunately what worked under crisp Ezquerra and Flint B&W seems to be lost somewhere under the odd mix of Joe Soap, Deirdre's Photo Casebook and explosions.
Dante: Aaaarggh stop it, the tension of these weekly cliffhangers is killing me. If you want to really feel the fun, I advise a complete re-read. This is just a masterful piece of work in context. But I am missing Fraser.
Summary: Great Prog!