Picking up where last year’s Blitz left off, we once again join the ranks of southeast London’s ‘finest’ as The Vixen – a demented, sensual, and (in an ‘interesting’ twist,) female bomber lays waste to the nation’s capital.
Seducing a pair of inept brothers into doing her dirty work, she holds the city to ransom with absolutely no intention of sharing the profits. Meanwhile, the police are at each other’s throats, where backstabbing, whoring and heart attacks do their best to impede the investigation.
“Brant is back!” boasts the cover, which prepared me for some corruption a la Irvine Welsh’s Filth, but I have to say I was disappointed. For me, Bruen’s characters aren’t as real as Welsh’s, whilst the story never seems as gruesome as it believes itself to be. That said, Bruen definitely has a knack for rapid-fire storytelling with an abundance of incendiary devices. Entertaining as hell, but not half as nasty.