Sunday, 26 March 2017

Frank Brunner In The Chamber Of Chills

Here's the wonderful Frank Brunner, another artist who didn't do nearly enough stuff in The Bronze Age, adapting two of Robert E. Howard's finest horror tales for The Chamber Of Chills, so, y'know, basically as good as it gets.
The Monster From The Mound is a texan tall tale which, were it not for Conan, would be the main genre REH would be known for, while The Thing On The Roof is Howard doing Lovecraft, something he tried a few times, him and H.P. being pen pals and all. Imagine REH & Lovecraft collaborating on a story illustrated by Brunner. This isn't quite that great, but we're not far off.

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

E-Man In: The Energy Crisis

Well, it would appear as if Spring is finally here, what with the sun being out and everybody going out without their coats.
That must mean it's time to read an issue of E-Man, surely the sunniest, pleasantest superhero of the Bronze Age.
This time round, our intergalactic visitor might as well be labelled Environmental Man, as he tackles new arch enemy Samuel Boar, his energy sucking robot The Battery, and the whole '70's fuel crisis issue. Not to mention lecturing the reader about looking after the planet in the final panel.
But at least, like on the cover where he helpfully tells us what's happening, he does it in a nice, E-Man kinda way.

Sunday, 19 March 2017

RIP Berni Wrightson

This one hurts. Nobody here needs me to recite Berni Wrightson's list of accomplishments, or how great he was right up to the end, with Frankenstein, Alive, Alive! but for me, and I can speak for Philbo as well, The Studio was IT.
THE seminal, read-through a thousand times masterpiece work of art I've probably read more times than any other book or comic I own, and that hit our generation of fans and artists like, I dunno, The Beatles hit the previous one.
I've always said, whenever asked the question ' If you had a time machine, where would you go? ' that I'd want to spend a day ( and a night ) in The Studio.
So let's go there one more time, to that shadowy part of the room, where things skitter and scratch, and there's a cold breath on the back of your neck.
And before you leave, make sure there's a lit candle in that severed head by the window. For Berni.