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Review: Phonogram-The Immaterial Girl Issues 1 and 2 by Travelling Man

immaterial girl issue 1Written by Kieron Gillen

Art by Jamie McKelvie

Colours by Matthew Wilson

Letters by Clayton Cowles

Published by Image



When I was 12 we went on holiday to London. It was a bank raid kind of deal; three days, in, culture, food, culture, culture, food out. It changed my life. Not because of the city itself but because of the wider culture it showed me.

I had my own hotel room.

I could stay up past NINE.


Many of them music videos.

So I gorged myself on late(ish) night TV and learned just how perfect a well-placed piece of music with a well-designed video can be. I can still remember the songs that worked from that night, they still rattle and hum in the back of my mind.

One of them haunts this comic.

This is the third Phonogram series. It’s also one you could maybe safely read first. Kieron Gillen recommends starting with volume 2, The Singles Club, but there’s enough of a handle for you to jump on here just fine. Music is magic. Phonomancers use music to create magic. It sometimes goes well.

There you go, caught up!

Claire sold half a life. She did this for power and beauty and glory. It’s gone swimmingly for the half that remains. In 2001, now known as Emily, she strides into the middle of a coven in Brighton and changes the world.

In 2009 she’s running a magazine, and the world is resolutely unchanged.

Emily is bored.

And that’s when she’s weakest.

immaterial girl 2Gillen’s script is a stripped down motor of a thing that folds David, the previous two series’ lead, a supporting cast, a heavily fictionalized look at the life and death of a magazine, Faust and A-Ha into one place. It’s tight, complex stuff that embodies everything that makes him an extraordinary writer; wit, compassion, painfully acute self-awareness and a fondness for characters who dance a little too fast to cover just how terrified they are. Plus, as ever, it’s very funny.

Likewise, McKelvie’s mutant ability to work with huge expansive panels but make them feel intimate and even claustrophobic continues to amaze. His work has always shown a deft eye for character and nuance but here that’s reached a level where it’s so acute it’s almost invisible. The best way to describe it is this;

Have you ever watched a TV show and noticed the film stock? I used to see this a lot on US shows. The colour is a little off, the aspect ratio slightly wacky.

Have you ever watched a TV show and felt instantly at home with how it looks because it looks how your world does? Like the lightings right, the proportions are right, people are convincingly realistic and complex?

That’s what McKelvie does. And with Wilson’s colours, it’s even more impressive. This is a book that plays with the real and the hyper real and as a result, needs a colourist who’s Ginger Rogers by way of Macguyver. That’s Wilson. Likewise Cowles, whose work is never less than impressive, is on top form here. Especially in the scenes that stayed with me, and will do the same with you.

You see, this is a book set on both sides of the TV screen. The glorious, constructed reality of pop videos is reimagined as an eternal three and a half minutes of Hell here. Claire is pursued through iconic videos with relentless brutality and the art team absolutely shine. Camera angles, looks, production values, colour schemes even individual shots are replicated and then curdled. The 1980s music sphere is alive, angry and coming for these characters in elegantly sketched blue line pencil and super saturated Madonna choreography. Its amazing, elegant, scary work and it marks this book out as something truly special. Magic is music. Music is magic. And here, both are angry cultural ghosts refusing to leave the club. Pay attention to them before they pay attention to you.


Review: Darth Vader Issue 1 by Travelling Man

Written by Kieron Gillen

Art by Salvador Larroca

Colours by Edgar Delgado

Letters by VC’s Joe Caramagna

Cover by Adi Granov

Published by Marve;



Darth Vader is an icon, a figure who has strode with relentless purpose across decades of Star Wars fiction. We’ve seen his past, seen his end and seen his future as a force ghost (With occasionally interchangeable faces). But there’s one thing we’ve never seen; what happens to him when he fails.

That’s where Gillen comes in and the result is magnificent. This is Vader immediately after the events of Star Wars, and in fact, the events of the first few issues of the Star Wars title Marvel are putting out. He’s on his heels, out of favour with the Emperor and singularly unable to make any headway. He’s still feared, he’s still Vader, but there is competition at the top of the food chain all of a sudden. And that can’t stand.

What follows is a script that does three things, all very well. The first is set up an invincible villain as extremely vincible and yet stays true to everything about him. The second is to give Vader someone to push against in the form of Tagge, one of the only senior Imperial officers not to die aboard the Death Star. The third is to show what happens when the emotions Vader has convinced himself he no longer has bubble to the surface. This is Darth Vader as Bryan Mills from Taken, minimal resources, thinking four steps ahead and completely at home with brutal efficiency. It’s immense, nasty fun from start to finish and the book shows up for work in every single way. Larroca’s art is note perfect, Delgado’s colours match the muted tones of the locations we see from the movies and Caramagna’s lettering is restrained, smart and effective. Wrapped in a cover from the magnificent Granov this is a team of creative at the top of their game. Which, given their subject, is fortunate…Vader’s back, and watching him hack and crush his groove back is going to be a highlight of the year.

Review: Angela, Asgard’s Assassin Issue 1 by Travelling Man

Written by Kieron Gillen (Main Story, Substory) and Marguerite Bennet (Substory)

Pencils by Phil Jiminez (Main Story)

Inks by Tom Palmer (Main Story)

Colours by Romulo Fajardo (Main Story)

Art by Stephanie Hans (Substory)

Published by Marvel



The most terrifying warrior in the 10 Realms is out on her own. Angela, Loki and Thor’s lost sister, has a job to do. Whether or not anyone stands in her way is irrelevant.

The first solo outing for Angela since stepping across to the Marvel universe couldn’t be in better hands. Gillen’s instinctive, cellular level love for the Asgardian characters shines through from the start here and the book instantly sets it’s stall out as another entry in Marvel’s narrative heavy Asgardian books. Following on both from Gillen’s run on Journey into Mystery and the criminally overlooked Immonen-scripted Sif run that followed it, it feels like the third perspective in a thematic trilogy. Loki’s story explored Asgard from the underbelly, Sif’s from the inside and now with Angela, we see it from the outside. Not so much Three Colours Red as Three Colours Blood Red Oh God She’s Killing Me, if you like.

The action here, especially the sequences handled by Jiminez, is exactly what it needs to be. Angela is almost contemptuously brutal in the way she dispatches people and that effortless violence is very much on display here. Her costume’s still so far beyond ludicrous it defies belief but the action helps with that. She’s so relentless, so effortless that you focus more on the outcome of her actions and less on the fact she’s still dressed like it’s the early 1990s. Plus there’s a fantastic gag about her semi-sentient war ribbons. Jiminez gives the action in particular the combination of fluidity and weight it needs. His character work is excellent too, especially on Angela’s friend Sera. Sera is going to be your favourite character, she’s already mine. Smart, sarcastic, just a little flawed and the dose of normality to Angela’s war ribbony fury, Sera narrates not only the story but the substory. This is also where Bennet and Hans come in and where the book truly takes off. Hans work iis dense with lush colours and constant threat. The script is far more fluid here and the narrator freely and delightfully unreliable. The substory establishes the book’s overall plot, sets up Angela and Sera’s relationship and gives Gillen, Bennett and Hans a chance to cut loose in pages that are as beautiful as they are savage. It’s the beating heart of the book and the chest it’s been ripped out of is still warm.

This is my first experience of reading Angela in the Marvel universe and I had some concerns going in. She’s an artefact of a different time and place and in the wrong hands that would kill the book dead. In the right hands, as it is here, it’s a rousing, bloody success. Angela’s back, get out of the way.

Review: God is Dead: Book of Acts Alpha and Omega by Travelling Man

‘Arts & Letters’

Written by Mike Costa

Art by Rafael Ortiz

Colours by Hernan Cabrera


‘Pitter Patter’

Written by Simon Spurrier

Art by Gabriel Andrade

Colours by Digikore Studios


‘Grandeur & Monstrosity’

Written by Alan Moore

Art by Facundo Percio

Colours by Hernan Cabrera

‘The Great God Pan’

Written by Justin Jordan

Art by German Erramouspe

Colours by Digikore Studios


‘Alastor: Hell’s Executioner’

Written by Kieron Gillen

Painted by German Nobile

All letters by Kurt Hathaway


God is Dead is, quietly, becoming one of the most interesting series being printed right now. The initial run, which I reviewed over here, is often flawed but ends in absolutely the last place you’d expect and has a welcome jet black streak of humour to it. It’s a book whose narrative trajectory is closer to US series drama than normal comic paths. It’s still finding its feet and when it does? First Bones Christmas episode time, baby.

(The first Bones Christmas episode is one of the single most perfect hours of TV ever produced and the point where the series absolutely clicks. It’s actually pretty inspiring to watch as well being insanely sweet, featuring one of the best jokes in the show’s history and also being a fantastically good Christmas episode. Go, watch it, be festivized then come back and read this magnificently horrific book.)

This two part anthology takes the series a huge step forwards, by and large, by ignoring the central plot. The idea here is much simpler; the gods have risen, the world is ending and as it does everything is going to get untidy, frantic, surreal and most of all, messy. Armageddon isn’t a full stop or a period, it’s a run on sentence that careens over a cliff, yelling at you as it goes. Done wrong that could make for dull comics. Done right, as it categorically is here, it’s remarkably good fun.

Let’s start with ‘Pitter Patter’, Si SPurrier’s story about just why cherubs are so angry. It’s a glorious parade of creative profanity, mixed with a little smattering of art history and some very nicely executed physical comedy. Spurrier excels at this sort of story and this is him on absolutely top form. The last page in particular is a fantastically dark punchline to the story and reminds the characters, and the readers, that the truly dangerous gods are self-aware enough to use their limitations as weapons. Andrade’s art is great too, focusing on the exact sort of naturalistic character work the story calls for. Likewise Digikore’s deep, atmospheric colour work.

‘Arts & Letters’ by Mike Costa is the only story to run across the two issues and absolutely deserves the extra space. The hook alone makes it worthwhile; Ganesh summoning an Ifrit to investigate the murder of Kamadhenu, the Great Cow of Plenty. Again, it shows what God is Dead does best; mixing the petty desires of the gods with the traditions and histories that both define and imprison them. It’s an oddly cheerful story, despite the hideous violence at the centre of it and serves as a neat companion to the Spurrier piece, both exploring the different ways the gods make peace with their limitations.

‘Alastor: Hell’s Executioner’ is the funniest story in the books by a mile. Gillen excels at this sort of comedy and mixes his deep love for the absurd with the adventures of a Blackadder-esque Hell resident who seizes an opportunity with both horns. Again, this is a story that’s ultimately about the status quo but Gillen finds a very different perspective on it. Hell’s residents, for all their railing against Heaven, are still carrying wounds from the Fall. Mistakes were made and learned from and Alastor’s position in Hell is as much about educating his compatriots as it is defending Hell from them. Again, it shows how the gods are similar to humanity but this is the story where that hits home most effectively. Nobile’s painted artwork also deserves special mention for the boundless creativity shown in Hell’s residents and the blood-soaked Terry Thomas air it gives Alastor.

Justin Jordan’s ‘The Great God Pan’ is the most conventional horror piece in here and as a result, oddly, one of the most effective. This is the story that focuses on the human cost of the gods and their return and it’s the darkest, most serious story of the lot. There’s no humanity, no frailty to the gods here just a single burning need to exist, by any means necessary. Digikore again do great, blood-soaked work on the colours and Erramouspe’s art is character driven, kinetic and brutal.

And then there’s the Alan Moore piece, ‘Grandeur & Monstrosity’. Not only is it a highlight of the book but it’s amongst the best work Moore’s done in the last ten years. It features Moore, in the God is Dead universe, reluctantly giving a lecture to the assembled gods about Glycon. Glycon is the snake deity that Moore has declared he worships and is an unusually well documented constructed god. Using a Glycon puppet, Moore lectures his audiences, both us and the Gods, about the nature of constructed faith, the need to believe in something and how the very act of forgery hides something true and devotional. It’s an astonishing piece of writing, showing a light comedy tough and a fiercely engaged, brutally honest intellect. Moore doesn’t judge here, he simply points out the absurdity in both his own beliefs and those of everyone else. It’s the magician pulling the curtain back, showing us the trick’s workings and letting us decide if we’re still entertained or not. It’s brilliant, honest, sad and very, very funny and you need to buy the book just for this story.


God is Dead is a series still learning it’s shape and that’s used here to create some genuinely brilliant comics. Blood, sex, laughter and horror all orbit these stories, and their gods, at very close range but what you really take away is the sheer intelligence of everything here. Complex, bloody, brilliant stuff.

Review: Revolutionary War-Dark Angel by Travelling Man

Written BY Kieron Gillen

Art by Dietrich Smith

Colour art by Ruth Redmond

Letters by VC’s Clayton Cowles

Published by Marvel



I have two reviews of this book for you. The first is this; it’s great and completely British in a way very few comics manage to be, and you should buy it because that may encourage them to launch an ongoing series featuring Shevaun Haldane and her slightly rubbish psychic mate Doris investigating supernatural doings in the Marvel universe.


The longer version is this. The first reboot out of the stocks for Revolutionary War, Dark Angel follows Shevaun Haldane, the daughter of one of the founders of Mys-Tech. Shevaun gained Silver Surfer level powers as part of her father’s deal and, for a while, was one of the most powerful superhumans on the planet.

But we live in an age of austerity, and even Hell needed to make cutbacks.

Now, her powers strictly budgeted, Shevaun is a combination errand woman, enforcer and nurse for Mephisto. She has just enough power to service her father’s never ending debt, and lives a life that’s equal parts Hell’s Intern and endless TV boxed sets.

As this issue opens, she comes round after being knocked out at the end of Revolutionary War Alpha. There’s a trail of destruction leading down the hill, a hole in the side of the manor where she lives and her friend Doris wants to know if there’s anything she can do to help.

What follows is a two level story. On the surface it’s a fast paced, breezy superheroine comic with a razor sharp visual wit. Smith’s got a rock solid eye for character and his precise, tight style helps the fantastical elements of the book really pop. Plus the fact Mephisto has a pair of loafers next to his hospital bed is just all shades of brilliant. The story builds to a nice payoff that connects it to what we saw initially, advances the plot for the series and clearly starts the reboot process too. It’s deftly written, action and character heavy and fun as hell. Literally.

Underneath that, though, is something really quite extraordinary. Gillen’s been cheerfully up front about this being him channelling his inner Pat Mills, and that’s certainly true. This is a very British comic, everything from the countryside to the names, and it gives the whole thing a welcome change of tone.

It also hides the fact that Marvel have, in Dark Angel, the logical replacement to Hellblazer.


The entire set up here; Shevaun and Doris fighting occult crime, is one step away from Hellblazer. Shevaun’s far more willing to throw an energy blast than a quip but the character dynamic between her and Doris is vintage Hellblazer. She’s an occult specialist with years of experience, most of it bad and a burning need to do more. Her mate’s a local medium who knows everyone, does the people stuff and is extremely handy in a fight when called upon to be. Seriously, all it needs is for Doris to drive a cab in her spare time and it’s there.

Joking aside, this is a really important thematic decision, and it’s one that Gillen really drives home. The austerity measures put in place by the British government are mirrored in Hell whilst the A&E that Shevaun takes Doris to at one point is in the process of being shut down. This isn’t a comic mindlessly aping or reflecting its surroundings, this is a comic actively using the events of the time to make itself better. That’s not just clever writing, that’s brilliant, satirical, necessary writing of a sort we’ve not seen since Hellbla That’s not just clever writing, that’s brilliant, satirical, necessary writing of a sort we’ve not seen since Hellblazer closed its doors.

It’s not just the script showing this level of wit either. Smith constantly uses Shevaun’s magnificently ‘90s hair (shaved down one side) to emphasize the duality of her character whilst Redmond uses texture and shape as well as shading to give Shevaun’s powers, and the Hellish locations, a wonderfully granular sense of weight. Cowles’ lettering rounds the whole thing off effortlessly, especially with the way Mephisto is presented and the whole book feels confident, smart and tightly planned.

I’ve always loved these characters but Revolutionary War really is off to a flying start here. The creative team not only honour the past but set things up for what looks like a very exciting future that does something no other active Marvel title comes close to. That doesn’t just make this a fun book, it makes it an essential on and hopefully the start of something much, much bigger.




Review: Three Issue 1 by Travelling Man

Written by Kieron Gillen

Art by Ryan Kelly

Colours by Jordie Bellaire

Lettering by Clayton Cowles

Historical Consultation by Professor Stephen Hodgkinson

Published by Image

Helots were the lowest of the low in Sparta, state owned people who could, and were, used as hunting practice by the sons of the Spartans. Their lives were worthless except to define the Spartans’ ‘heroism’, culling them once a year like animals.

In 364 BC, three Helots fought back.

Gillen’s script is as pared back as they come, introducing the violence of the Spartans first, then Klaros, Damar and Terpander, his leads. Klaros is competent, sullen and crippled. Damar is calm, intelligent and overlooked. Terpander talks for a living and as a result has no idea when to shut up. All three are cowed, all three Helots and all three are about to have their lives changed forever.

The Spartans are monsters here, eyes and cloaks and huge helmets. Their violence is so total as to be almost abstract at first and the terror their arrival brings the Helots is portrayed with feverish details by Kelly. They’re men who kill the same way some people breathe, arrogance seasoning their brutality. That clash, between Spartans who have everything and Helots who have nothing, is what drives the story and leads to the inciting incident at the end of this issue. The character dynamics between the three Helots are front and centre here and by the end of the issue you realize their relationship is a lot more complex than previously thought. You also realize, as they do, that relationship will almost certainly get them killed.

This is muscular, almost minimalist storytelling. Gillen, one of the best dialogue writers in the business, scales it right back and lets the Spartans’ violence speak for him. It works, and the casual brutality the book is littered with shows you what’s at stake without it having to be spelt out. Right now the characters are taking a back seat but, as the story continues, the focus will shift to the troubled relationship between the leads. For now though, this is a book about monsters who wear Spartan helmets and every page is filled with tension and threat. Kelly’s art is reminiscent of Darick Robertson in its detail and willingness to show the ugliness of people whilst Bellaire’s rich, deep colours set the stage and then throw arterial spray over a lot of it. Together with Cowles’ always impressive lettering and Hodgkinson’s historical backup, they create a book that’s red in tooth and claw and looks set to carve its name on every Spartan monument in fiction. Nasty, uncomfortable and violent, just like history and, based on this first issue, just as gripping.

Iron Man Issue 1 by Travelling Man
December 4, 2012, 9:41 am
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Iron Man

Issue 1

‘Believe Part 1: Demons and Genies’

Written by Kieron Gillen

Pencilled by Greg Land

Inked by Jay Leisten

Colors by Guru Efx

Lettered by VC’s Joe Caramagna


Published by Marvel

This is a very odd book to review and it would be really easy for me to get all clever and journalisty over why. By the way the fact that I use words like journalisty, and by use I mean invent as well as use, sort of proves why I shouldn’t try and be journalisty. There I said it again. Journalisty. Journalisty. The word has lost all meaning, if indeed it ever had any.

The reason why the book’s hard to review is simple; there are almost two different comics happening here, one by Kieron Gillen and one by Greg Land. To begin with the Gillen scripted story, this is not only a soft reboot for Tony but also a welcome and logical harkback to the past. We not only meet Tony as a charming playboy but soon discover that he and Maya Hansen, from the Warren Ellis-scripted Extremis storyline (Which also begat sizable portions of Iron Man 3 remember) have failsafes in place to stop their pieces of the ‘future’ leaking out into the world. Maya’s is activated, meaning she’s probably dead; there are Extremis enhanciles in the wild, a concept which itself riffs on Matt Fraction’s Invincible Iron Man story ‘The Five Nightmares’. Gillen has a fine ear for snark and his Tony Stark is charming, erratic and at the same time completely focused when needed and acutely self-aware. If, as the rumours are true, he’ll be spending some time with the Guardians of the Galaxy, then the foundation for that is certainly laid here. This is Tony at his calmest and, weirdly, his most introspective. Which, for a story which sees him go into an AIM auction in disguise simply by shaving his moustache off, is quite an achievement.

Gillen’s script is peppered with mischievous touches like that and just enough tech to make the gearheads happy. Tony’s 3D printing testbed modular suit is particularly fun, and promises some interesting action beats in future issues as he upgrades based on what he needs. From top to bottom, this is a tight, funny, ideas heavy script that manages to be a sensible issue one at the same time as recalling the past. That’s no mean feat.

Then there’s the art by Greg Land. Show me a comic artist who doesn’t have a rabid, holy war-inducing set of haters following them around and I’ll gently point out they’re Josh Hoopes’ latest cover identity, but Greg Land has more than most. The reason is simple, Land’s style either is, or does a very good impression of being, heavily light boxed. Characters often look posed and flat, and female characters often do that ‘hand in big hair, laughing, hip thrust out to the side’ thing that I have never ever seen a real alive woman do.


His work’s never less than pretty but it’s not exactly fluid and a lot of people can’t stand that. For what it’s worth, I’m not fond, but I’ve read and enjoyed a lot of books Land’s illustrated.

Land’s work here is…very Greg Land. Tony’s black and gold duds look very nice and Land, along with Guru EFx give a real sense of scale and beauty to the flying scenes. However, the early scenes where Tony’s out of the suit look stilted and flat and the chilling introduction of the new Extremis enhanciles is heralded…by a woman on a phone, hip out, smiling at the camera, hair blowing in the breeze in the foreground.  There’s no depth, no motion at times and whilst the art’s never less than pretty the art’s also, at times, not much more than pretty.

That being said, the final scene really unites the two books. Tony’s visit to an AIM weapons auction has hints of later-run seasons of Dexter to it; all nice suits and life affirming conversations about homicide and the art’s really good too, Land getting a real sense of depth and motion at times. It’s still a little stilted, but the two styles definitely start to roll together by the end of the book.

Iron Man Issue 1 is one of the flagships of Marvel Now and it’s easy to see why. Gillen is on top form here, combining humour, intellect and action and Land’s work, controversial as it is, definitely has the scope needed for Tony’s high tech, high danger world. With the stunning colour work by Guru EFx added in, this may be a team who are stylistically different, but they’re all flying in formation. A very promising new start.

Alasdair Stuart


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