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11/08/2026

Planetary Compendium by Warren Ellis & John Cassaday with Laura Martin.

“They killed an entire world so that they had somewhere to store their weapons.”

The work of Warren Ellis’s career; Cassaday’s and Martin’s too

Science fiction at its most wondrous, mysterious and thrilling, it is meticulously composed, vast in scope, broad in appeal and spectacular to look at. It also boasts a mordant wit, with superb cadence in conversation as the three members of Planetary’s field team play verbal sabres at each other’s expense.

The 20th Century is coming to a close, but it has left scars behind in its wake.

Planetary is a covert organisation seeking its extraordinary secrets. Funded by an unseen Fourth Man, they are archaeologists of the unknown, travelling the globe to unearth all the weird science which has been foisted upon us from other dimensions, or which we have visited upon ourselves.

They find themselves up against The Four, astronauts secretly launched into space in 1961. They returned changed... and they do not have our best interests at heart.

As Planetary kicks off, its surviving field team members Jakita Wagner and The Drummer invite terse, suspicious Elijah Snow to fill a recently vacated space, all unaware that he has been a member for years.

Ellis proves to be an archaeologist himself, exhuming all manner of science fiction history: pulp fiction and gothic prose, the more iconic superheroes and even DC’s Vertigo imprint are warped to Ellis’s own goals.

The recurring Snowflake of the Multiversal Gate is just one of a myriad of visual triumphs by Cassady and Martin contributing to this eye-popping opulence. They love to embellish with intricate gold, whether it be Flash Gordon’s rocket, a certain mythological mallet, a futuristic, altruistic knight’s shining armour or the beyond-Baroque bridges, arches, cupolas inside a crystalline, sentient shift-ship buried beneath a city ever since it crash-landed at the very end of the Cretaceous period. Through Laura Martin’s lambent colours it glows like stained-glass windows.

“It’s a strange world.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”

Full review on our website; this is but a THIRD of it!!

30/07/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month, August 2026

Gigs by Mark Mosedale & Si Smith

This is so very impressive, in its craft, its scope, its comprehensiveness and comprehension. Assured and accomplished, it has been meticulously thought-through. Many minds agree that this where we’re heading, folks.

“It felt like freedom.”

There’s precious little of it left here. No individual self-expression or self-determination by way of careers, trades or skills, not even the freedom to be thrilled. This isn’t life, it’s subsistence: just one randomly assigned work gig after another, erupting onto your phone like a spot or sore. The people trudge through their drudgery, while delivery drones swarm across the city centre skies.

I can’t see any birds.

We’ll miss the pigeons.

If you relished Mathieu Bablet’s exceptional CARBON & SILICON, behold what might be happening in the very near future instead to everyday people living everyday lives that are largely joyless and deemed irrelevant, effectively corralled under corporate control .

But this is, vitally, a big book of transgression, singularly British with brilliant Beryl Cook forms and colours as vibrant as pots of Poster Paint! The urban landscapes – including its wide-screen panoramas – are all fully formed, as are the inhabitants we’ll meet, including our persistent, dissident graffiti artist making a mockery of the successive white washes by returning not just to reinstate but to update his message. My favourite’s the once ever-evolving individual now figuratively frozen in a twilight home for the elderly, the abandoned. Suited and rebooted, she will, one last time, reclaim her identity, heart and heartbeat as part of the underground music community, with its latest radiant clubwear, so glowingly rendered.

For yes, this is also a big book of reclamation: of agency, of ambition, of effective collective action once connections are made, of nature and the countryside long since reduced to homogenous mud... and even, perhaps, of our future.

A reclamation of the beauty, the buzz and the seemingly, sadly outmoded notion that no one gets left behind.

21/07/2026

FOUNDATIONS one-shot by Jonathan Hickman, Nick Spencer & Mike Huddleston, Mike Del Mundo.

Swoooooon!

Gorgeous, glossy, magazine-sized launch for the many comics and graphic novel projects which will flow from the publishing banner and mythology mystery ‘Three Worlds / Three Moons’ whose relevance will become immediate clear during a touching, reverent bedtime conversation between a loving son and his doting Dad on the eve of the Dad’s departure to investigate a specific set of the ruins on their home planet’s moon.

“Hey,” he says, limitless love beaming from his broad, bearded smile, “You know it’s a full moon this week?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. So when you look up, son, look for me. I’ll be back sooner than you think.”

He’ll never be coming home.

The fate of the exhibition – and specifically his Dad, whose story, I swear, is far from over – is covered from multiple, eye-popping angles in this introductory series of stories, both artists at the top of their luxuriously imaginative game. Stunning.

Let’s not forget that Mike Huddleston was, with Jonathan Hickman, responsible for the mind-blowingly beautiful, utterly sumptuous DECORUM featuring 5,322 different art styles by that single, singular artist. De Mundo delivers in droves here too.

Next from ‘Three Worlds / Three Moons’ crew comes a 3-parter called THE ARRIVALS.

I am very much on board.

14/07/2026

Luke Healy’s Dogs On Dates

Funny, cringe-inducing, yet refreshingly optimistic.

“Dude. He’s not coming. Just eat.
“...No. I refuse to be cynical. I am an optimist. I believe in hope.”
“I ‘hope’ you’re hungry enough to eat two meals.”

Brad ordered about 30 minutes ago. Around the time his date, Bernie, disappeared down the 45-degree street, past that cafe window, on a brake-broken bicycle, heading straight for the river.

“Aw, c’mon. Dating is all about hope.
“Hope in love.
“Hope that if you find the right person, your life will get easier.
“And if you can’t believe in a cute, funny boy who was nice to you once... what can you believe in?”

“Hear! Hear!” calls a punter from the opposite end of the bistro.

But back to the brake-broken bicycle and unfortunately even from the bottom, for Bernie, it’s been downhill ever since. You don’t see many goats in city centres, do you?

Luke Healy has of late specialized in screechingly funny car-crash comics; the sort you peer tentatively through your fingers at, weeping and laughing all at the same time. The laughter tends to be quite high-pitched; close to a squeal.

And Luke’s not averse to making himself the butt of jokes in what must surely, surely, surely be fabrications (SELF-ESTEEM AND THE END OF THE WORLD and THE CON ARTISTS), but here he eschews the illusion of autobiography and indeed the human altogether. Instead Healy presenting the hapless dating duo as dogs. There’ll still be no let up on the cringe!

We follow Brad and Bernie from their ill-fated first encounter through further doom-laden dates punctuated by briefer romantic snap-shots, some of which say so much about our specific lovers’ likes, some saying more about wider society’s sorry trends. Yet there’s a delirious innocence to it all, as well as an endearing, really quite determined optimism, almost immediately rewarded / rebutted by calamities; most provoked by a certain failure to pay attention...? Come clean...? Or comprehend reality...?

My favourite interloper was the psychotherapist introduced in the relatively late, mismatched proceedings – but, more specifically, his well earned comeuppance.

08/07/2026

Announcing TWO John Allison apperances at NOTTINGHAM CENTRAL LIBRARY!
Saturday 11th July 5.30pm
Wednesday 5th Aug 5.30pm

John Allison's SOLVER is one of this year's Nottm Big City Reads, and our shelves are PACKED with his other comics including the SOLVER sequel.

Solver vol 1 by John Allison

The funniest comic so far this decade.

"I'm putting this beyond use... with mayonnaise."

Non-distributed!
Mayonnaise-free!
All copies signed!
Over 200 sold so far!

From the man with THREE Page 45 Comicbook Of The Months already under his S-buckled belt, I rate this right up with his comedic, gesticular and fashion-fabulous best.

So if BAD MACHINERY made you grin your cotton-rich socks off, you need Need NEED this, not least because it stars BAD MACH's Lottie Grote, who is vair self-possessed.

She's also a barista-bar-none, v choosy ("If I wanted to work with syrup and cream, I'd get a job milking unicorns."), and so much in demand that there isn't a coffee shop in the country that isn't prepared to pay her at least minimum wage. But her parents are perturbed that she's idling: drifting off what they foresaw as a thrillingly tempestuous course, so --

They needn't have worried. The trajectory here is so tempestuous that the map'll be muddled afore tea-time into a soggy, shredded mess of papier mâché which will misdirect beer drinkers, bulls, stags and Hebridean Harris tweed long before the k-pop carnage kicks in. The WHAT, you say?! The k-pop. Just LOOK at that butt-bump!

I promised you fashion, and Lottie's purple puffer's but the starting point (along with its overlong, zipped-up male cocoon counterpart). Her new boyf's boyband D-Slide are... oh my god. I can smell the underarm teen-fug from here. Lottie's their self-appointed manager, obvs.

"Whatever happens, we need 100% energy, 100% commitment... and about 40% horniness because this is a school, okay? Go go go go GO!"
"I don't know if I can get my horniness that low. I've never tried."

Because this and BAD MACH were self-published one punchline page at a time online, both come with a comedic concentrate that makes 1970s sugar-saturated neat Ribena taste compar'tively weak.

07/07/2026

Olive, Lost In Inner Space by Vero Cazot & Lucy Mazel

10 photos, as ever. Have a good swipe!

I’m astounded this works – it certainly is a narrow tightrope – but it does!

I should have trusted the scribe of BETTY’S B**B, of course, and Mazel’s luminous soft-form art should ensure plenty of sales to Young Adults as well as the Euro sci-fi / fantasy crowd. Did I say luminous...? The cover glows in the dark – it lit up my landing!

Olive spends half her student days in a student daze, totally spaced out.

It can happen during class, in the college canteen, during an exam... anytime and anywhere. It’s honestly like she’s not there; or not all there. Which is it?

To humour her loving Mom, Olive sees a therapist, but her therapist is so determined in her own analysis that she won’t listen to Olive. She won’t entertain the slightest possibility that Olive might in actuality be splitting her time between here and another, nebulous environment, which she’s only partly created for herself, building instead on what was already waiting for her. And that sometimes – she can’t help it – Olive is summoned back there, often at the most inconvenient times imaginable.

Their therapy sessions quickly devolve into really quite dextrous verbal sabres.

Meanwhile Olive’s fellow students are given to make mockery, but not Olive’s new roommate, Charlie. Charlie’s even prepared to put up with Olive’s... brusquer side. Lucky Olive, I say.

She’s sure going to need Charlie when a space capsule bursts her bubble. It tears through the outer atmosphere of her inner tranquillity and crashes into her instantly iced-up bathing lake. An astronaut clambers exhaustedly onto the frozen surface...

But if that realm really is only of Olive’s imaging, how come the selfsame astronaut, and the crew’s catastrophic re-entry into Earth’s atmosphere are currently making headline news on the real world’s television channels?!?!

And suddenly, unexpectedly, this becomes an action comic.

I would pay attention to the first three pages, yes. Do try not to forget about them, because halfway through they’ll suddenly prove strikingly relevant in a way I never saw coming, so close to home.

01/07/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month July 2026: Charity & Sylvia by Tillie Walden

We begin thus:

“What follows is a true historical account of two women’s lives – Charity Bryant and Sylvia Drake.

Or rather, it is nearly true. Some amount of detail and experience is lost.

(And some was purposely destroyed. I’m looking at you, Charity.)”

Haha! From the phenomenal, best-selling creator of ALONE IN SPACE, ON A SUNBEAM and the autobiographical SPINNING, comes the true life and times of Sylvia Drake and Charity Bryant, who for 44 years survived and thrived as an openly le***an couple in 19th century Weybrdge, Vermont: small, remote, perpetually freezing, god-fearing, close-knit.

Full of surprises, this is a joy to read! Walden blows the dust of what is only the past to us, and instead breathes vivid, vibrant, edge-of-your-seat life into the immediate present for Charity and Sylvia with thoroughly researched, richly detailed, thrillingly beautiful and intricate compositions.

February 1807, and Sylvia Drake is exhausted. A young, u***d woman, she is living with and caring for her sister Polly’s her chaotic household. But a newcomer from Massachusetts is eagerly anticipated: family friend Charity Bryant, a woman of elegantly penned letters with the practical skill of a seamstress. Initially she sets up shop in a dark rented room under constant threat from other drunken tenants. Soon Sylvia is drawn to join her, to share the workload and her first unexpected taste of independence.

At every hour I was keenly aware of each of the community’s duties (complex), hardships (many), prospects (limited), comforts (minimal) and disposable income (non-existent), yet they cared and shared and built together when possible. Charity and Sylvia worked late into the night to craft the indispensible clothes on each villager’s back that they proved their worth and were much loved both for that, and for who they were.

Each episodic insight lasts little more than a single, titled 12-panel page, so focussing one’s reception before the next, and the chapter pages are as witty as that opening proclamation.

I was gutted as it ended.

My book of the year.

09/06/2026

Criminal: Five Gears In Reverse by Ed Brubaker & Sean Phillips with Jacob Phillips.

They just can’t help themselves, can they? None of them.

“The more I think about this whole thing, the more it starts to feel like a trap I set for myself. ‘Cause in case you haven’t noticed by now, I’m kind of a f**kup.”

What a belter! Best book from Brubaker & the family Phillips since WHERE THE BODY WAS, with a lot more action that everyone within would have done better to avoid. To be fair, some of them tried – even Ricky Lawless.

Funny – there’s a very, very funny f**ked-up theft early on with Ricky, lying in wait for his mark, accidentally snorting he**in rather than co***ne... Horrific – well, you’re not going to like the lawyer. Nor is Ricky, but he’s got to extract the gnarled bastard alive, because if he doesn’t... Heart-breaking – it’s Ricky Lawless; of course it’s heartbreaking.

Every CRIMINAL is a completely self-contained cascade of catastrophic miscalculations, one impacting the other, so you don’t need to know Ricky Lawless’s past or even future to be swept along on this careening car crash. But the second I closed these covers I snapped back open the first two books (COWARD and LAWLESS) because they’re all interconnected, shifting backwards and forwards in time, and then I re-read CRUEL SUMMER, which is where you’ll discover precisely what I mean by heartbreaking.*

Sean Phillips and Jacob on colour art drown each book in atmosphere. Every character inhabits their twilight. Sean Phillips remains one of the greatest actors in comics: faces sculpted from the shadows emerge into a half-light of sudden recognition or anxiety-stricken realisation. Or they just stand there, smoking with barely suppressed rage. Plus Brubaker’s uncanny ability to slip inside his fatally flawed creations’ surprisingly self-aware heads will have you rooting even for the most wretched of them.

I promise you will care.

*And then I re-read the others. I couldn’t help myself – appropriately enough. And the wider, intricate tapestry unfurled itself, with sly cameos by major characters and poor Ricky laughing his doomed head off in -- well, you’ll get there.

02/06/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month June 2026

A People’s History Of Football by Mickael Correira, Jean-Christophe Deveney & Lelio Bonaccorso.

Absolutely kickin’, this strikes straight to the core of soccer’s long and surprisingly ancient history of seemingly incessant socio-political struggles while celebrating – with exceptional panache – the almighty skills of some of its barrier-breaking stars!

Did you know Brazil’s Garrincha had one leg 6cm shorter than the other? It added unpredictability to his already nimble dribble. The art is equally agile as multiple, beautifully balanced, fleet-of-foot Garrinchas run rings round the opposition stuck in side-stepped slow-mo. Perfect use of the punctured panel border too!

Long before corrupt-as-f**k FIFA sank its gouging, unprincipled talons into its soft-skinned ball, the great game has been continually co-opted by those wishing to forge positions of power, often over entire populations.

Did you know each pitch used to be the size of a parish?! Yep, village would battle village across The Commons... until the rich stole swathes of that common grazing ground for themselves. Folk Football was a safe way to settle rivalries semi-peaceably – a point that didn’t go unnoticed by social engineers then, later and further afield.

This vibrant, revelatory album tells precisely the story it promises: of the people’s fight to keep possession of the ball for their own collective enjoyment. The opposition...? Industrialists, white colonialists, priests, politicians, psychiatrists (pfft!) and a patronising, patriarchal press hoovering up profits and unilaterally deciding who they deign may play the game.

Did you know that women’s football was MASSIVE during WWI? Factories fielded their new female employees – the Munitionettes – for charity matches. Why was this then suppressed? You’ll groan.

I’m afraid you’ll groan right through to the final whistle, but you’ll thrill throughout as individual players make their play, their stand ground and supporters unite to fight. Oh Egypt!

“But Stephen, you’ve not even mentioned the key role of private boarding schools like Rugby in –“

F**k ‘em.

26/05/2026

The End Of The Arab Of The Future: A Youth In The Middle East vol 1 (1992-1994) by Riad Sattouf

Ever since the earlier volumes invited us to eye-roll at his dominant, mansplainining Dad, I’ve sold Sattouf’s travels (and yes, travails while being dragged helplessly round his father’s former stomping grounds in the Middle East) as having all the educational entertainment of a Guy Delisle travelogue (PYONGYANG, SHENZHEN etc) but with the additional observational eyes of a young boy, as recalled in adulthood.

He’s a bit older here, but the same twin vision applies, for we see the world very differently when younger: our senses, perceptions and priorities are different – we instinctively look for and search out different things.

I’ve not had chance to delve in properly yet, but these interior art snaps should give you a fair flavour, and the veey first volume of the series remains in stock and is relish-reviewed at length on our website.

Of this volume, the publisher writes:

"Riad is a teenager growing up in the French region of Brittany, where he lives with his mother and brother and attends high school in Rennes. But his adolescence is anything but typical. Born to a Syrian father and a French mother, Riad spent much of his early childhood in Libya, rural Syria, and France—moving through contrasting worlds, political ideologies, and daily absurdities.
Years earlier, his father—charismatic, authoritarian, and obsessed with dictators and with building a utopian Arab society—abducted Riad’s second younger brother, Fadi, and returned to Syria, leaving behind a fractured family. At 14, Riad navigates puberty, isolation, and the pressures of French society, while haunted by the absence of his father and brother, and the sadness of his mother. He turns to books, heavy metal, and drawing as refuge.
The tone is darkly comic and sharply observant, capturing both the universal pains of adolescence and the surreal contradictions of the 1990s. Blending personal story and social commentary, this standalone volume offers a biting, poignant portrait of a young man coming of age in a world that feels both familiar and foreign.”

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