Review
Professionally printed 500-edition perfect-bind softcover, the fourth of Anal Beard vocalist and one-time Bypass editor Paul's idiosyncratic and very English comic books. You may be familiar with Paul's early-days stick figure-character-populated cartoons which appeared in his Sniffing Behind The Cistern 'zine and his various homemade comics. Since the mid-'nineties his drawing and composition have come on in leaps and bounds, though it's good to see that despite the stylistic blossoming he's stuck with his specialist subject, the socially inept. In this newie, Paul's world is one of bus rides; day centre bingo players (sticklers for the proper and unabridged lingo) - and the centre's mucky-minded Scrabble women; a Doctor Who t-shirt-clad geek (perhaps Paul himself years down the line ?); the irritating, must-to-avoid post-break-up Bernard; self-congratulatory twerpish, sexist co-workers with no pals save for one another; an off-her-trolley lust-object female comic shop browser; and chavs and postcard punks too. Paul's strips are all round heads, Patrick Caulfield-y chunky outlines - and those Smiley badge-basic expressions at which he's an expert, placing little lines just so to convey a whole range of emotions. Some of his backgrounds are computer-made, like the houses and high-rises in Bernard The Annoyance. And in the Scrabble strip he's incorporated photos of a game board, which is a pleasing way of adding visual interest to a fifteen-pager. I really like Paul's wobbly, worse-for-wear, double-vision-y drawing in I Have Been Drinking too. At the back of this book there's a section devoted to a clutch of Paul's Pier Pressure strips drawn for a monthly free Brighton-Hove-and-thereabouts paper and printed alongside vox pop interviews on the same themes. Amongst the topics : the arts in Brighton; New Year's resolutions; park and ride schemes; religion; and gay marriage. As with the previous three paperbacks, TMO... ...OOM sports a glorious full colour cover : in a laundromat, an aghast, check-shirted chap holds aloft a pair of inadvertently purple underpants,which share their new hue with the rest of his freshly-cleaned clobber. Meanwhile a woman, sock in hand, wonders what on earth could have become of its partner. On the back cover, a junkie and a busker do their respective things outside of said washerie, overlooked by perching pigeons. Very Brighton - at least, the side of the ""city"" that's not being plugged to the hilt. --ByPass
Product Description
Knoxley Heath is a town swimming with opportunities - you could become a Bingo caller at Kevin Lodge Day Centre, or co-ordinate their Scrabble club. Alternatively you could stay exactly where you are, drenched in the dessicated remains of a hateful bout of barely-remembered, early-morning solo lusting.