Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Creepy Is BACK!
The Halloween Countdown, Day 13
Spotted on Boing Boing just this afternoon!
What's black and white and clawing its way onto your reading list? It's the newly resurrected Creepy, of course! Now, don't fret, my putrid pets -- these new terror tales are cut from the same cursed cloth as the outlandish originals, telling contemporary horror stories with gorgeously ghoulish art from a lineup that'll make you lose your head! Original Creepy artist Angelo Torres teams up with devilish Dan Braun on "Hell Hound Blues"; Michael Woods and artist Saskia Gutekunst serve up a dose of "Chemical 13"; Neil Kleid and Brian Churilla provide "All the Help You Need" at a weird weight-loss camp; and jaundiced Jason Shawn Alexander brings his phenomenal painting skills to Joe Harris's "The Curse"! Plus Bernie Wrightson, the return of "Loathsome Lore," and more. All this, plus one classic story from Uncle Creepy's dank dungeon, and you've got 48 freakish pages of terror to bring home to mummy! "Every tale is drawn by different artists, each with their own lacerating, languidly deadly style drawing you down into the dark tales of doom. From giant rats, to zombie Jews, the brains of the writers are rung dry of every creative drop in their reserves leaving them, insane. That’s when the crazy twists come in at the end, with every story leaving you shocked with a feeling akin to feeble sickness, unable to stop reading on. You get a whopping forty-eight pages for the price of a normal comic. Credit crunch comics." - FHM
Oh, my! I LOVED Creepy (though my mother didn't*), at least through its 1964-1967 incarnation before the seemingly endless reprints began. What wasn't to like? Horror stories in comic book format, wonderfully evocative Frank Frazetta covers, monsters and ghosts and ghouls and gore...
Great stuff. Nice to have it back.
* My Mom, ever the English teacher and Head Cheerleader for "quality literature," had been seduced by Seduction of the Innocent; consequently, I had to borrow issues from friends and sneak 'em into the house to be read by flashlight late at night under the bedcovers. Oxygen deprivation notwithstanding, I turned out just fine.
(looks in the female readers' direction) Hey, does this smell like chloroform to you? Anyone for a Roofie Colada?